Eta Volantis chapter 1
The Chief of the MBCC is currently a little… tied up in their quarters. A certain agent in his usual stylish leather coat cradles them as his gloved fingers slips in and out of their dew-wet blossom while his thumb deftly massages their clit. His red necktie is notably missing and wrapped around the Chief's arms behind their back. At the mercy of their very own agent, the Chief writhes pathetically in his arms while he denies them release.
'Rust…' they moan between passionate kisses, slipping into a contented sigh when his fingertips massages the sensitive spot inside them. They can hear him chuckle and his breaths becomimg heavier as his control slips.
'Does that feel good?' He asks knowingly, his kisses moving down to their neck.
'Yes…' The Chief whimpers. Their pleasure and frustration entwining every time he leads them closer to the edge, only to deny them over and over again. They groan when he does it once again, slowing down his pace just enough to continue to torment them. 'Just… just let me cum already…'
'My my, so demanding for someone helpless in my grasp,' he laughs. 'I suppose I can allow it… but you will have to choose, my dear Chief. You can cum now… or beg for my cock. What will it be?'
Somehow, the words that would sound vulgar from someone else's lips feels like poetry from his. The soft murmur by their ear sends pleasant shivers down their spine and make their toes curl. If only their hands are not tied up, they would grab him by the collar and make him give them both. Even though this is not the first time the two of them has fooled around like this, the thought of begging him still make their cheek flush hot.
'I want both,' Chief replies indignantly.
Rust throws his head back, laughing. He probably expects this. The man knows them far too well for their liking sometimes.
'Greed is very unbecoming for one of your station, Chief,' he changes tactics. Now his fingers works in a far heavier and slower pace, intensifying their torment with every touch.
'You-!' Their protest is cut off by their own sweet moan when jolts of pleasure shocks through their body. Before they can continue their protest, his free hand clamps down over their mouth and stops that short.
'Let's teach you a lesson first,' he whispers the threat in their ear. 'Then I'll consider giving you another chance.'