He could’ve told her to hold her arms high above her head. Hell, he could’ve tied them with the crumpled loose tie beside their bed. He wanted her to squirm. He wanted to watch her fidget. Writhe into the bed. Her arms involuntarily seeking her cunt, her clit, because that’s her nature, to be a greedy, eager pet. Only those aren’t the rules today.

Today she’s not allowed to touch. Not allowed to grab her toy, assault her clit. She can only watch. As he takes her nipple into his mouth, gently biting, sucking, torturing her with only his mouth. All the while gripping, edging himself beside her. Waiting for that moment when her hips rise off the bed, till her strangled cries slip into feverish. A sadistic glee overcomes him, warmth flushing through his veins.

Watching her hands reach for his cock or rise to pinch her other nipple, only for him to bark UH UH! And her petulant whines. Strained. Guttural. And her eyes. Commanded to stay on his. Pupils expanding, color shifting from ice to grey. Begging through clenched teeth. Bargaining through hissed words. Let me come. Let me come. Let me come. Come on my tits. Please! What the fuck?! Come with me. Together.

Until the cursing becomes choked. And her ass lifts off the bed, catching the light of the afternoon shining in through the bedroom windows. And she comes, guttural, air rushing out of her lungs. Feral. Only then, he allows himself to give in. Biting down around her breast as he pumps his load across her stomach.