۶ৎ sub!matt hates being neglected by you . . .
the afternoon has become a slow, delicious burn. matt, a master of subtle pleas and yearning glances, has been reduced to a quivering mess of frustrated sexual desire. you however, haven’t even batted matt an eye today. the silence is a weapon, a carefully wielded tool of control that leaves him aching for your attention, your touch, your utter dominance.
matt starts with the small things. a lingering touch of his hand on yours as you pass the remote. a soft, almost imperceptible brush of his thigh against yours as he sits on the couch beside you. each attempt is a carefully calibrated test, a desperate plea for acknowledgement. but you remain impassive, your focus a laser beam, your gaze never wavering from the mundane tasks that occupy your day.
the frustration, the exquisite torment, builds over the next few hours. matt’s hand finds its way to his crotch, the fabric of his pants a meager barrier against his growing hardness. he shifts closer, his body pressed against yours, the pressure a blatant invitation. matt begins to rub, a slow, deliberate dance of desperation, his eyes locked on yours, pleading, begging. "please mama..” he breathes, his voice a ragged whisper. "just look at me. i need you so badly."
a slow, wicked smile curves your lips. you finally turn, your eyes meeting his, a dark promise glinting within them. you know the game, the delicious cruelty of your control, the intoxicating power you wield. "do you?" you purr, your voice a low, velvet caress. "do you really need me, baby?" you asked, knowing damn well how horny he was right now. matt whimpers, a pathetic sound that sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine. "mmph..yes baby..” he gasps, his hand working faster against his clothed length now, the friction a delicious torment. "i’m so hard for you sweetheart, i can't… oh my god..”
you lean in, your voice a husky whisper against his ear. "you like this, don't you? being denied? being left to dangle, desperate and aching?" matt groans, his body arching, his face flushed. "yes… yes, i do…but please…"
"but what?" you tease, your hand finding the soft skin of his inner thigh, your fingers tracing the outline of his erection through the fabric. "you going to beg? are you going to plead? you need to earn my attention like a good boy..” you tease. matt’s eyes widen, his breath catching in his throat. he’s on the verge, teetering on the precipice of climax, his control hanging by a thread. “anything," he chokes out, his voice thick with need. "i’ll do anything… please… let me… mmpph i can't mama…i’m so close…"
you lean back, savoring his desperation. you watch as his hand moves faster, his body trembling with the effort. you're clearly toying with him, savoring the moment, drawing out the pleasure, the torment. you enjoyed teasing him like this. "you’re such a good boy," you smile, your voice dripping with satisfaction. "but you haven't earned it yet. not quite."
you reach out, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw, your thumb brushing against his lips. your eyes lock, a silent battle of wills. "tell me what you want baby.” you demand, your voice a low growl. "say it. use your words." matt looks at you, his eyes alight with a mixture of desperation and desire. he knows exactly what you want to hear.
"i want you.." he whispers, his voice barely audible. "i want you to fuck me. i want you to make me cum, please love, can’t take it..” a slow, satisfied smile spreads across your face. "that's a good boy," you murmur. he looks at you, his eyes filled with a desperate plea. his body is trembling with need, his erection throbbing against his pants. matt’s on the edge, the point of no return drawing near.
“now let’s see how long you can last..” you whisper, your hands slowly teasing his erection, but still not giving him what he wants. the feeling of his orgasm was nearly gone. he was left hard, horny, and yearning for an orgasm. matt knew he had to work for what he wanted. and you were going to make him.
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