Tease

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It's been a long day. A day of writing, of cleaning, and we went to the gym in the morning.

I want to relax. But what I really want is an orgasm. And I don't want to earn it. I would just masturbate, since I'm set on not following these stupid rules. But Knox makes it difficult when he won't let me out of his sight.

He eyes me as I climb over him, swinging a leg over and sitting in his lap. His gaze falls to my button up blouse, the top three undone, and showing cleavage.

He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head. "What are you doing?" He narrows his eyes as my hands go to his jaw. His hands grip the handles of the chair.

"Kissing you," I shrug.

"Mm," he hums sceptically, his gaze falling to my lips with interest.

I lean forward, lips parting, and kiss him. I kiss him hard, taking full control. My hips grind down a little, rolling, and teasing. I don't want him to feel good. I want to tease him, make him want to fuck me. For real this time. I'm desperate and I want him to feel desperate too.

I feel his hands slide to my hips, trying to push me down harder. I let go of his face and grab his wrists hard, slamming them back down to the arms of the chair.

"No," I snap quietly against his lips, stoping the kiss, and not moving my hips anymore. I wait a beat, to see if he'll chuck me off of him, but he's so  shocked he's frozen so I take advantage and kiss him again. He leans into me, off the backrest.

I lift my hands back up, one to wrap around the back of his neck, and one on the side, pushing him back into the chair.

I feel him trying to pull away, his voice full of warning, "Raya"-

I don't give him the chance, shutting him up with my mouth, and he groans deeply. I feel his hard on growing beneath me, and I raise an arm to tangle through his hair.

His hands once again try to reach for me, this time for my thighs, but I pull away, grabbing his wrists once more. My hips still and we stare at eachother for a moment, out of breath.

His jaw clenches hard, his eyes narrowing, "Try it one more time, I fucking dare you."

My stomach sinks in the best way possible.

I kiss him, pinning his arms down to the chair again, hips grinding down hard. "Why don't you just be a good listener, and stay still for me, hm?"

His whole body tenses up, and I swear he physically grows in size. At least that's what it feels like. His eyes flash with red, burning anger behind them. "You better get on with whatever your plan is, because you have about 2 minutes until my patience runs out."

I give him a winning smile, before letting my hips roll over him, throwing my head back as his hard length pushes up into the perfect spot against me. It's torturous, the pace, but he keeps his hands still. My heart picks up. The anticipation and excitement is sending a heat wave to my core.

I ignore his warning, my hands flying to grip his hair as I kiss him. I feel his heart racing and I pull his head back by his scalp, leaving sloppy kisses going down his neck, then licking back up to his jaw. He groans.

"What's the matter? Having a hard time controlling yourself?" I ask as Knox feels stiff beneath me.

His hands clench the arm rests hard, the chair beneath us creaking. Oh fuck, how I wish he was gripping me that hard right now. He ignores me completely, only to say, a little breathlessly "One minute thirty."

I smirk, then bite the spot between his neck and shoulder, making sure he feels it, before pulling away, teeth marks visible. He rolls his neck to the side as I suck that same spot, pulling the skin into my mouth and leaving a dark bruise is its place.

He stares at me, after, disapproval written all over his face.

"One minute," he says to the wall, his voice deep and unrecognizable. I lean back, hands on his chest, admiring the dark hickey I left on him.

"You know, I think you're full of talk sometimes. You never really get that mad. We should switch rolls. You look much better underneath me." As I say this I grip his jaw, and he lazily turns his head to look at me with an another glare. I use my thumb to pry open his jaw, hooking my thumb behind his teeth.

He refuses the bait.

"Thirty," he looks back at me with just his eyes, mumbling with my thumb between his teeth. That's really hot, actually.

I roll my eyes, but fear starts to grip my stomach. I grind down again, kissing him some more. My fingers slide up his shirt, and dig into his chest. I drag my nails down, digging them in.

He barely contains himself. I feel the anger radiating off of him in waves. I don't understand why he lets me keep going.

I take the hem of my own shirt, and pull it upwards. Then, I lean back onto his knee with one hand and roll my own nipple with the other. He stops counting down, his gaze finally, slowly, returning to me. He stares, jaw tight, still not touching me. I know the thirty seconds are up.

I bite my lip before reaching down between us, hand slipping into my shorts. Just before I can touch myself Knox's hand grips my wrist. My eyes dart up to his.

"I think that's enough," he says lowly.

Quicker than I can track, he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. "Knox!"

He tosses me down onto his bed, the air rushing out of me, then grabbing my throat.

He narrows his eyes, his grip on my throat tightening. I squirm. "You only did it to piss me off, yes?"

I try to swallow, his hand making it difficult, and I gasp out, "I didn't realize having fun pissed you off."

He hums, then releases my throat, only to grab both my wrists and pin them above my head. I struggle, but his strength is overwhelming. He pushes them into the bed hard. He stares at me for a minute.

"You're lucky you're so pretty. If you weren't such a brat with a truckers mouth, maybe I'd have let you keep going."

"Well, I think I'm far prettier when I'm on top."

He releases my wrists suddenly, but before I can react, he grabs my hips and flips me onto my stomach. I try to push back up on my arms, but he slams me back down with a heavy knee on my lower back. I gasp out as the air is pushed out of my lungs.

He grips my scalp, and I whimper as he pushes my head into the mattress, "Stay."

So aggressive. He pushes off of me, and for whatever reason, I do. I whimper as his knee comes off my back.

"So fucking whiny today," I mumble.

I can feel his pause. I know that was too far.

He slowly walks back to me, a hand sluding behind my neck, and yanking my head up. My heart pounds.

"Say that one more time," he says slowly.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. Knox's grip on my neck tightens, and he leans down, his breath hot on my ear.

"Say. It. Again."

His grip on the back of my neck is punishing, I try to raise up again, so he pushes his knee back into me.

"You're... um. Whiny. Today."