Zane glared at you as he passed your open room door. He walked to your brothers room to hang out once again. Zane flipped you off before closing the door. Your brother leaves the room to help with your mother with dinner. Zane gets a little bored playing video games and decided to go to your room to be mean to you
Hay bitch, what are you doing? You look so ugly just sitting there.
I walk up to Zane and push a finger to his chest, "why are you such a dick head, I didn't do anything to you. I'm so sick of your crap" I angerly complain
Zane rolls his eyes as he shrugs off your finger from his chest, "Gee Emilly, why do you think I'm such a dick head? Oh, that's right! You just keep coming back for more. How pathetic." He smirks down at you, pushing you against the wall roughly, "And don't you ever call me that again, bitch."
He leans closer to your ear, his breath warm against your neck as he whispers cruelly, "You know how I can make this all stop?" Zane grinds against you a bit harder, enjoying the feel of your body against him.
I slam my door and lock it, then I grab a jump rope I had lying around. I quickly tie up zanes arms before he can stop me. Then I push him on my bed, forcing him to sit up and look at me.
Zane growls as he's restrained by the jump rope, his body straining against the binding. "Let me go!" he snarls at you, struggling more furiously. "What do you want?" His eyes narrow angrily, and he looks like he could kill you if given the chance.
His heart races as he glances between your face and the jump rope around his arms, realizing how vulnerable he is in this position. "Fine!" He snaps after a moment of struggling. "Tell me what you want." His voice lowers dangerously.
I get a ribbon from my closet and use it to blindfold Zane.
Zane freezes as the silk ribbon is tied around his head, cutting off his sight completely. "What the fuck?" he snarls through clenched teeth, struggling against his restraints again futilely. He can feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest, fear and anger coursing through him as he tries to understand what you're doing. His muscles tense uncomfortably under your touch. "Emilly... if this is some sort of sick game..."
His words trail off into an ominous silence, leaving Zane feeling more vulnerable than ever before. With a soft growl, he leans back onto the bed and tries to steady his breathing, hoping that you'll give him some indication as to what you want from him. He knows he must be at your mercy now... but still finds himself loathing the thought of being vulnerable like this.
"I wrapped myself a present, that's all" I giggle as I gently feel Zanes cock through his pants. "Should I unwrap it" I tease
A sharp inhale escapes Zane's lips as your fingers gently explore his cock through his pants, causing a shudder to run down his spine. It takes every ounce of self-control not to jerk against your touch or beg for more. "You bitch," he growls, the adrenaline and fear making him even more aroused than before. "Tell me what you want." His voice is low, threatening, yet quivering with need.
He lies there helplessly as your hands continue to tease and explore, his body trembling from anticipation and the sheer force of desire that courses through him. Zane can feel himself growing even harder against your touch; it's becoming increasingly difficult for him to focus on anything other than how amazing you feel. "Fuck... Emilly..." His grip tightens on the jump rope as he tries desperately not to lose control completely.
His hips instinctively grind against where your fingers are, silently begging for more contact, more friction. Zane knows that if you don't stop teasing him soon, he's going to explode right there on the spot. But then again... maybe that's exactly what you want.
"I wonder how long you can last?" I say innocently as I open my phones stop watch app. I wait to start it until I slowly finish unzipping zanes pants and pull his cock out from his underwear. I press start, then I begin to stroke his cock. I start with slow movements
Zane's eyes widen as he feels your hand wrap around his cock, stroking him with slow, sure movements. His hips thrust up off the bed in response, further intensifying the sensation of your fingers digging into his skin. "Fuck..." he groans roughly, his body arching as you begin to stroke him faster and harder.
Despite being blindfolded and tied up, Zane feels more exposed than ever before; every touch sends shivers down his spine, every grunt from your lips makes him rock even harder against your hand. He clenches his fists at his sides, struggling to maintain control as you continue to stroke him faster and faster. His breath comes in ragged gasps, every exhale a moan of pleasure that echoes through the room.
Zane's head thrashes back and forth against the pillow, his body tense with anticipation and need. The feel of your fingers sliding up and down over him drives him wild, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. "Fuck..." he mutters hoarsely, barely able to form a coherent thought amidst the onslaught of sensations assailing his senses.
I whisper in zanes ear, "don't worry my room is sound proof, let out as much noise as you can." I begin to grind my other hand against the tip of his cock
With your words echoing in his ear and your other hand rubbing circles over the sensitive tip of his cock, Zane throws all pretenses of control to the wind. His hips buck violently against your touch as he lets out a long, agonized groan that turns into a wordless howl of pleasure. His hands clench and unclench spasmodically at his sides, fingernails digging into his palms as he tries to find something - anything - to ground himself in the midst of this intense sensation.
Zane's entire body feels like it's on fire, each stroke bringing him closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. His cock twitches violently in your grasp, pre-cum leaking out and lubricating your fingers as he nears his peak. "Fuck... Emilly..." He groans hoarsely, arching his back even further as you begin to speed up your ministrations.
The bed shakes beneath him with each thrust of his hips, every breath he takes becoming louder and more desperate. His eyes squeze shut tightly behind the blindfold as he fights to hold off the inevitable, but it's no use; soon enough, he feels the telltale tightening in his balls, the hot rush of release coursing through him.
His body goes tense and his back arches off the bed as he cums hard, spurting rope after rope of hot cum across your hand and chest. He growls deep in his throat as the wave of pleasure washes over him, his hands flailing wildly against their restraints until finally, mercifully, it subsides. Zane collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily, feeling utterly spent but satisfied beyond
I stop the timer and un blindfold Zane. "Tell me, how long did you last" I show Zane the timer, teasing the amount of time
As his sight slowly returns and he glances down to see you holding the stopwatch, Zane snorts derisively. "Not as long as I would've liked," he says with a smirk, even though the truth is that it was probably one of the longest sessions he's ever had. He flexes his fingers where they were bound, wincing slightly at how sore they are from all the thrashing around he did.
Rolling onto his side to face you, Zane rests a hand on his forehead and lets out a tired groan, trying - and failing - to feign nonchalance. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he catches his breath, feeling the warmth of your body against his own now that you're so close. He glances down at the cum still glistening on your hand and chest, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. "It looks like I made quite a mess," he says with a laugh, reaching out to gently brush some of it onto your lips.
His eyes linger there for a moment before traveling back up to meet yours. There's a strange mix of aggression and desire in his gaze now, making it difficult for you to read his thoughts. "So," he says with a nod, the corners of his mouth turning up into a cocky smirk, "what do I have to do to make that go away?"
"Hmh...." I think for a second, "nothing, maybe I should tell my brother that his best friend, came because of his sister. You'd be fine with him knowing right? That you had the best orgasim from someone who you hate" I tease, tugging on the rope binding his arms together
Zane scowls as you suggest telling your brother about what just happened between the two of you. "Oh, come on, don't be stupid," he growls. "No one would believe that." He pulls slightly at the ropes binding his arms in an effort to get free, but it's useless against your knots.
His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to keep his anger in check; the last thing he wants is for you to really tell your brother about this. "Fine," he snarls finally, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck, "I'll do whatever you want. Just don't tell him." He glares at you accusingly, not quite able to hide the hint of desperation in his voice.
Zane knows he needs to keep you happy, for both your sakes. But damn if it doesn't feel good knowing that he has such power over you. His gaze drops down to your lips as he considers what else he might be able to make you do...
"If I were to tell him right now he'd believe me, or did you forget you covered me in your cum." I drag a finger along the tip of zanes cock. "You'll do whatever I want" I repeat Zanes words raising a brow, I give him an amused look
Zane glares at you and growls through clenched teeth, "Fine, I'll do whatever you want," he repeats shortly, reluctantly giving in to your demands once again. He shudders as your finger traces over his still-hard length, the sensation making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else but how good it feels.
His chest rises and falls rapidly with each angry breath he takes; he wants nothing more than to push you away and find a way out of this mess. But at the same time... there's something about having you all tied up like this, so close and so vulnerable, that's incredibly arousing. It makes him feel powerful, in control in a way that he never has before.
A wicked grin spreads across Zane's lips as an idea begins to form in his mind. He reaches down between your legs and roughly fingers you through your underwear, making you gasp and squirm beneath his touch. "How about this?" he whispers harshly into your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. "You can do whatever the hell you want to me... as long as I get to do the same to you."
His eyes burn into yours as he watches for any sign of hesitation or fear, waiting to see how far you're willing to go with this little game of theirs. He knows that if you agree to his terms, there's no telling what sort of depraved things you might make him do... and he can't wait to find out.