Tease

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I'm not wearing that. I can't. I eye the chasity belt in his hands. Fuck that. Fuck him.

"Now."

My jaw clenches and I almost want to cry. Because this is so unfair. Because I wasn't expecting this. And because deep down I've never wanted anything more than what's happening tonight in my life. I flip over onto my stomach my face heating, just thinking about the chasity belt in his hands.

When the cold metal wraps around me the humiliation of it all is too much. Before I can move a hand presses down onto my lower back, keeping me still.

"You know I wouldn't have to do this if you weren't such a slut who couldn't keep her legs shut for one night."

"That's not true." I whine.

"How many times were you masturbating a week? Trying to please yourself when you know it won't make it any better?"

I swallow. This should not be hot. It really shouldn't.

"You need this." The small metal dildo slides into me, and I squirm. Never in my life has I thought I'd be in this position.

He buckles it shut, not bothering to lock it. It almost makes it more embarrassing, him knowing that he doesn't need to. He pulls me up by my neck, and crushes me back into him.

"If I so much as see you touch it, I will lock it, and then I will freeze the key in a wide cup of ice."

He's so cruel. I love it?

"I won't," I promise. (I probably will).

"Good." He walks me over to the washroom, and places me infront of the sink. I feel the dildo moving inside me and it's almost unbearable. In the mirror, I watch him gather my hair and brush it out with his fingers.

"You look pretty like this." He comments, looking at me in the mirror, in my undressed and clearly tossled state.

"You're sadistic."

He fights a smile.

After we clean up, I'm surprised when he pulls me into him in the bed. He doesn't seem like a cuddler, but he holds me tight, on hand on my waist, and the other wrapped possessively around me while I lay on his chest. 

Sleeping with the belt, however, is impossible. Especially when I'm this horny. I wake every few hours to the uncomfortable feeling between my legs, and not to mention how wet I am. It'll be a long night.

....

Knox wakes up at six o'clock, and gets up to the washroom, starting to get ready for the day. Of course he's a morning person.

I lay awake, groggy and tired, on my side staring at the bathroom door. I maybe got two hours. Max.

When he comes back out, he starts getting dressed in workout clothes.

"Can I take it off?" I ask quietly.

"No."

"I need to use the washroom." I say awkwardly.

"Come here and I'll take it off you. I'll put it back on when you're done. Unless you'd like to come with me to the gym?"

"I don't really do that kind of thing," I shake my head.

"Then you won't mind if I lock it while I'm gone."

My eyebrows raise. "I- I don't think you really need to"-

"Don't you think you shouldn't have access to something that'll encourage you?"

"How long are you planning on- I mean- I don't know how much longer I can go without"-