Emotional Boys 1990

02

"Please let me fuck you-" he's hit on the side of the head with my boot, not too hard but enough to get my message across before I place it back on his forehead.

"You aren't fucking me, I'm fucking you" I assert, watching him blush with humility, on his knees, hands propping himself up to not fall on his face.

"Please fuck me, Esdeath, god damn I can't take it anymore" he moans, his boner probably throbbing with pain as it isn't granted release from his boxers.

"Mhm, well, I need to know if I'm even willing to fuck you, so go on, strip" I urge, making him bite his lip anxiously, unzipping his sweater and pulling it, next are his shirt, sweatpants, and finally his boxers.

Holy shit, he's fucking jacked... I didn't see that coming, I assumed he'd be a bit skinny and scrawny but he's got a fucking six-pack... shittt. Not only that, but his dick is fucking huge, thick, and dripping with precum, rosy and begging for attention.

Oh shit, I've hit god damn gold today.

"Well...?" he asks nervously as I sit admiring, my turn to blush at him.

"Follow me..." I simply respond, taking my boot off his forehead and walking towards my bedroom. As I make my way, I remove my cropped top, bra, and fishnets, and finally, once I've reached the bedroom, I remove my skirt. I'm left in my black panties, thigh highs, and platforms.

"lie on the bed, arms above your head" I command him, using the dog tag around his neck as leverage to pull him further into the small room before closing the door behind us.

"I've never done anything like this..." he tells me awkwardly, lying down and hesitantly resting his hands above my head.

I have hooks bolted into the back wall for when I decide to use rope.

"You all say the same thing, you don't need to save your masculinity around me, it pisses me off" I grumble at him, making him bite his lip as I grab my red rope out of my nightstand.

"So uh... Just going forward, I want some clarification before we actually start... how many guys have you done this with..? I mean, it's none of my business, but um, I'm just curious. Also, I'd really like to know what happens after this... Are we strictly sexual? Are we a couple...?" He rambles questions, clearly not comfortable with just sitting in silence as I straddle his abdomen, tying up his hands in opposite directions so he can't interfere. Typically there's less casually conversation and more dirty talk when I tie up a guy, and it's making this situation a bit awkward and out of my comfort zone for me, but oh well.

"First off, I've done this with a fair amount of guys... like ten..? I've only been doing this for the past year and a bit, I'm still young and learning. That being said, whether we're strictly sexual or a couple depends on how we interact with each other when nothing sexual is happening. We might work with each other, we might not" I shrug, watching him look up awkwardly as I do the final knots, staring at my tits as they bounce softly.

"Makes- makes sense..." he chokes out, testing the strength of the ropes before watching me get off of him. I walk over to the end of the bed and look down at him.

"Last chance, are you sure you want this, we just met yesterday" I ask him once again, getting a nervous sigh out of him.

"Uh... yeah I'm sure..." he mumbles out, looking at his dick, "Please, just touch me already" he whines, thrashing around hopelessly.

I crawl on top of him, finally grabbing his dick, rubbing my thumb over his wet tip. He moans loudly, his body shivering with excitement, finally being touched.

"Oh fucking god, Esdeath!" he groans out, tugging against the ropes as I jerk his length while licking at his tip.

I soon stop and hoist myself up, lining my entrance up with his dick. His tip rubs against me teasingly before I push down, taking him all inside me.