He again leaves you waiting for a torturous amount of time.
'Asshole' you think, and he again walks infront of you, as if summoned by the thought.
You see the silk binds held tightly in his leather-clad hands, and you can't help but bite your lip.
Bro is now lacking every article of clothing, except the black jeans that hang loosely around his hips... The hips that you can't seem to take your eyes off now that you've noticed them. Fuck.
"Arms behind your back."
You quickly oblige of course, meshing your fingers above the small of your back.
He saunters behind you, and gets on his knees.
You feel the heat of his breath on the back of your neck, and you can't help but tilt your head slightly, and sigh.
He slowly wraps the ribbon around your arms, tying them to basically immobilise your torso, and you whimper lightly.
When he finished, he leans to lightly lick a stripe across the most sensitive part of your neck. Of course, the dick would. He fucking /knows/.
You try not to moan out loud. The last hour of teasing, and thinking, has left you way too keyed up.
"Good girl~" He purrs against your skin, and you shudder.
"P-please daddy."
You don't know what your asking for, other than more.
Dammit, you need it more, always more. He knows exactly what he has to do to keep you writhing, and needing.
"Please what, lil girl?" He chuckles, before dragging his teeth against your shoulder.
"Fuck.. please.. more."
