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"Bed. Now." You demand, clearly angry at malia's behaviour from tonight. Malia was flirting with a college friend of yours. Whether it was intentional or not, you didn't care. She gulps as she lays herself down on the bed - her back pressing firmly into the mattress while her head rests comfortably on the pillow behind her. You take out a pair of handcuffs from the nightstand and cuffed her hands behind the pillow. She whines, the light blue flash of her coyote eyes replacing her normal brown ones for a moment.
"you brought it upon yourself, darling. Don't get mad at me," you scoff.
"I was just being nice!" Malia retaliates, squirming when she sees the vibrator in your hands. Sliding her jeans off, your tease her clit by circling your fingertip ever-so-gently over her panties. She moans and bucks her hips up, causing you to take your hand away almost immediately. Pulling her underwear down her legs, you kiss up her thighs and turn on the vibrator. The unexpectedness of the toy on her causes her to suck in a sharp breath. Her hands struggle against the restraints, but she's good not to break them.
"[y/n]," she moans, throwing her head back and biting her bottom lip. You hold the vibrator harder on her clit. Malia squeezes her eyes shut and raises her hips off the bed, tugging at the restraints on her wrists once again. You circle the toy around her clit, pressing it on her clit before taking it away for a spin second before pressing it back on her. She begs for you through her moans. She wants you, and you know it. You turn the vibrator up, watching as she squeals out a strangled moan.
"Please can I cum?" She whimpers, feeling tingles of pleasure run up her toes, up her legs, and through her core.
"only because you asked so nicely," an evil-like grin plasters on your face as she whimpers at your words. Just from your tone of voice, she knows you're not done with her. She cries your name as she cums. You, however, don't move the vibrator. Instead, you hold it flush against her, only pulling away to lick a stripe up her folds.
"[y/n], oh," she moans, legs wrapping around your shoulders to pull you in closer. Her clit is sensitive but she still wants more. You wriggle the toy on her clit, her hands breaking out of the restraints just like she's done many times before. You didn't mind though, loving the feeling of her gripping your wrist. She grinds against the toy, feeling another orgasm approach her.
"[y/n], mm fuck," she moans louder. "can I cum again?"
"yes, baby." You purr, kissing up her inner thighs, smiling against her skin when you feel the goosebumps. You wriggle the you side-to-side faster, sending her into complete overdrive. Her legs shake on either side of your head, her whines and moans become louder as she cums for the second time. You hold her hips down and continue pressing the vibrator on her clit.
