Page 81 of Cruel Destinies

“Stand there and watch as I strip,” I said in my singsong voice, then proceeded to remove every item of clothing with seductive slowness.

He did as I ordered, and I could feel his eyes burning into my breasts, then my belly, then my hips, and finally the apex of my thighs. I reclined back on the bed, bracing myself on my elbows as I spread my legs wide.

His eyes widened, and his nostrils flared, his facial muscles straining with hunger and an unknown effort.

“Arya,” he pleaded behind clenched teeth, and I grinned at his frustration.

“I want to watch you stroke your cock for me,” I said in my normal voice. “And you can’t touch me until I tell you.”

“Arya,” he gritted out, the muscles of his legs jerking as he fought my siren command.

I giggled, then gave the order with my siren voice. “Stroke your cock while I watch.”

His arm lifted from his side, his large hand gripping around the base of his shaft and slowly sliding up and down. His eyes rolled back up into his head as a moan escaped his lips.

The sight of him jerking off for me was more provocative than I expected, making my exposed pussy throb with unbearable need. And I had no intention of leaving the ache untreated. I was going to give him a show the same way he was for me.

Laying all the way back on the bed, I reached up one hand to fondle my breast and moved the other between my open legs. He groaned as I slid two fingers up and down my slick center,his deep, agonized timber amplifying the sensation of the pressure against my aching clit.

I watched him stroke himself more forcefully with my bottom lip sucked between my teeth as I rubbed myself harder, chasing the need he was building within me. It excited me beyond rational thought to watch him touch himself for me and to see how badly he wanted to be the one touching me.

When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I plunged my fingers inside my opening, swooning at the combined pleasure of watching him and fucking myself.

“Fuck, Arya!” he grunted, unable to stop fisting his cock up and down.

I pushed my fingers in and out of my pussy, spreading my legs even wider for him to see how wet he was making me.

“Stroke yourself faster,” I commanded, fingering myself faster and harder.

“Oh, God,” he hissed between clenched teeth as he helplessly obeyed.

The sight of him submitting to me was too powerfully intoxicating, and my agile fingers had me coming with such sudden force that I cried out, gripping my breast as my body shuddered with ecstacy.

“Arya, please!” he begged, straining against his own building pleasure.

“Come for me, Tobias,” I pleaded, my willpower too subdued for me to access my siren voice.

But my words alone were enough to push him over the edge. Cum shot out of his bulging tip onto the floor, and he panted in reluctant bliss as more spilled down his hand that continued to stroke him.

Only when his dick stopped throbbing did I free him from my compulsion.

“You can stop now,” I said in my siren voice, and he doubled over, gripping the edge of his nightstand as he continued to pant.

“That—was—uncalled for,” he said between breaths, scowling down at me.

I grinned impishly up at him. “Consider it payback for all the times you were an asshole.”

Laughing and shaking his head, he bent to snatch his boxers off the floor and used them to clean himself.

I scooted to one side of the bed, and when he finished, he came to lie beside me.

“You are full of surprises, you know that,” he said, propping up on one elbow to face me.

“Ready for round two?” I asked, half joking, half serious. As much as I greatly enjoyed watching him cum for me, I really wanted him inside me.

He barked a laugh. “That depends. Are you going to let me touch you?”

“We’ll see,” I said, flaring my brows at him.

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