After Clay found out that Sapnap got to blindfold Mia accidentally instead of doing it himself after the stream, he decides to punish her further than just simply blindfolding her again. (Suit Dream)
Mia x Clay.
*Clay's pov*
No, I wasn't jealous again.
I couldn't be. It felt like such a long time ago that the mixup happened between Sapnap and Mia. I mean, it really was a long time since it happened but I could take my mind off of it. If I brought it up now how pathetic would that make me look? Definitely very pathetic.
But either way, I couldn't bring myself to just drop it. Everytime I would see Sapnap and Mia around the house together acting like they were a couple, it made me want to punish the both of them. And to add to it, I couldn't stop thinking about how it was me who she actually wanted to come to her room that day. I could have done anything to her, but instead Sapnap got to do it. And that thought only pissed me off the longer it hung there.
I knew I was overreacting, I had a long history of doing it, mainly recently with Mia, or even George. Sapnap was my friend, and I should just drop it like I thought I already had before. I knew I should, especially for today, since the four of us were going on a weird ass date together. Jeez, what have I gotten myself into here?
"Is everyone ready down there? We have reservations you know!" It was almost funny how easily Mias voice carried downstairs into my room from all the way upstairs in hers this clearly as she yelled at the rest of the guys getting dressed up.
I'm still not entirely sure who's idea it was for all of us to go out to eat together, but now it was happening and I was annoyingly nervous. I was getting dressed in a fancy black suit, already having troubles with my tie as Mia yelled down for us to hurry. Knowing she wouldn't hear me whatsoever even if I yelled back for her, I take my phone out instead to text her.
Me: 'I need help with my tie.'
In just a couple of minutes I heard footsteps and my door to my room was opening and in marched Mia, not even bothering to reply to me.
She was all dressed up already, looking way too much like a model. She had her hair curled to perfection and a red strapless cocktail dress that curved around her waste like it was made just for her, matching perfectly with her red lipstick. This would also be the first time I ever saw her wearing high heels, making her much taller now, but not taller than me thankfully.
"Okay. Come here, let me help." She strutted on over to me swiftly then paused momentarily to gaze at me too. It being her first time seeing me wearing a suit, she stays there watching me with big mesmerized eyes for a little too long.
"Ehem, miss? My tie?" I find myself smiling hard at her as she cleared her throat and tossed her hair over her shoulder, acting unphased now as she continues walking over to me, reaching for my tie.
"You're a grown man and you can't figure out how to work a tie, really?" The sass spewing from her lips only dared me to have my way with her even more, but I just keep smiling back at her. Mia must catch her own attitude because she was quickly straightening up and taking in a deep breath.
"Sorry, I'm just stressed about dinner." She goes to work on my tie, effortlessly fixing the mess I created for her.
"To answer your question, I barely wear suits, so I never really learned how to tie a tie." Mia's eyes flick up desperately to watch my face, then a sexy smile appears when we meet eyes.
"Well I can't imagine why you never wear them." Feeling the tension between us already, I tilt my head her way and question her in a low tone;
"And why's that?" She doesn't hesitate with her answer as she finally finishes with my tie around my neck with a tug.
"Because you look almost too good for me to handle right now." I almost feel faint from her answer as she finally turns with a smile and walks out of my room, closing the door behind her. Mia leaves me in my room alone just simply thoughtless, beside one word that kept traveling around my mind endlessly as I rewatch our encounter over and over again; damn.
•••
*Mia's pov*
"Okay, I have my wallet, my car keys- what am I forgetting?" As the four of us awkwardly stand near the doorway all dressed up neatly, waiting to leave for our strange little date, I can't help but think I've forgotten something important.
"Mia. I told you, this was basically my idea, so I'll be paying for the meal, not you. You don't have to worry about it." Sapnap is the first to speak, although I really meant to just talk to myself in my head when I asked it aloud instead.
He was huddled around me with the other two guys, also wearing a suit just like the others. I would be lying if I said this wasn't a scene exactly out of a dream of mine. To have all three of them around me, wearing suits, looking exceptionally tempting, it was almost too much to look at and not do anything about it.
"You're wrong, it wasn't basically you're idea, it was completely your idea Sapnap. And I know you want to pay, but that's too many people to pay-." Sapnap interrupts me suddenly by taking ahold of my hand and I can't help but notice Clay beside us roll his eyes our way. Oh boy.
"Us three guys will all be paying for our own meals. I'm only paying for yours too because I wanted to." Sapnap then over romantically kisses my hand, once again making Clay have an overactive reaction by pushing past us and walking out the door while speaking loudly on his way out.
"Alright, glad that's settled, let's go!" In a second George, who was so silent that I forgot he was even there, started up and followed Clay out to door like a puppy. Then Sapnap was dropping my hand and doing the same. I rolled my eyes at the three of them, wondering how I even got into this mess, as I headed out the door.
•••
Sapnap wasn't kidding when he told us that he made reservations at a fancy place, but I was in no way prepared for how actually expensive it looked. It was beautiful, but me with the guys felt so out of place. Way out of place.
"You look stunning by the way Mia." George had taken a seat directly next to me while Sapnap took the one on the other side, leaving Clay across the table from me.
"Thanks George. A tux on you makes me want to drool." He tries his hardest to hold back his blush at my compliment but it still shows through. We had all talked a little more about what the hell all of us were, and not a single one of us had an answer yet. All I knew was we were all clearly possessive as hell over eachother.
Especially Clay, who for the whole night, was showing me that he was clearly upset about something, but I wasn't sure what. And even George seemed on edge about something. Both of the guys looked to be both bothered by Sapnap, but frankly I was too worn out from today to worry about it right then and just wanted to enjoy our meal.
"I'm going to use the restroom. Be right back." Sapnap gets up from his spot next to me and hurries away to the bathroom. Clay doesn't waste any time as he gets up from his spot and immediately steals Sapnaps chair.
"Mine now." I groan at him, but it was hard to be mad at any of them from how good they looked tonight, so I told myself he would just have to deal with Sapnap himself when he got back, and not to waste any energy.
"Have fun dealing with Sapnap." On my other shoulder, George was saying exactly as I was thinking to Clay now. Then Clay was rolling his eyes at him and adding;
"He'll live. He was done eating anyway. I want some time with Mia now." As Clay ends his sentence, I feel as his hand finds its way up my leg under the table, making me catch my breath. George doesn't seem to notice as he eats his food again.
I quickly whip my head around to show Clay a piece of my mind when I see Sapnap with an angered face coming back, seeing Clay in his spot.
"Wow dude. Classy." Clay barely even looks up at him standing above him as he bites back;
"Oh I'm sorry. Were you sitting here?" Sapnap doesn't do anything besides roll his eyes at him, then he begins walking over to Clay's old chair and sits.
"I'll sit here, because I'm mature, unlike someone here- That, and I don't want to cause a scene at this place." Feeling a lot more like I was a babysitter than on a date, I cup my face in my hands and rest myself along the table.
"Yeah sure, mature, more like 'kiss ass'." It felt like the first days between me, George and Clay all over again, when all we would do is fight and I had to come to the rescue each time, only now Sapnap was added to the mix.
"I am not kissing ass. I'm just treating people properly." It didn't take long for me to realize they were talking about me and how kinda right Clay was about Sapnap being overly sweet to me recently. But it was just the way he was, I didn't mind at all.
"Guys. Stop." Ignoring me completely, Clay continues taking across the table at Sapnap.
"I treat people just fine. You're just jealous." Sapnap laughs manically like Clay told a joke, but it was clear he wasn't amused at all.
"Jealous? That's rich coming from you Clay." Clay instantly goes stone faced at Sapnaps remark, knowing it to be true.
"Please, what do I have to be jealous about?" Trying my voice again to shut them up, having had more than enough, I exhale and try once more.
"Both of you stop. Please." It was said much too nicely than either of them deserved for how they were behaving, but being that we were at a restaurant, I kept my cool. But once again, neither one of them listened.
I glance and see George was darting his eyes back and forth between the two guys bantering like headless chickens, also unsure of what to do.
"Maybe because Mia prefers me over you?" I had totally zoned out in my own little zen world until just then as Sapnap spoke to Clay. I know I had told Sapnap that I liked him the best, but that was so I could get my way, not that it was entirely the truth. I like them all equally. I didn't have a favorite. There was no way I could.
I see Clay open his mouth to add some more venom to the mix, but before he can, I was standing straight up ubruptly, not saying a word besides slamming my hands against the table, causing the silverware to bounce up and down. At this point I didn't care that pretty much all of the restaurant was staring my way now as I stood up over the guys, glaring a hole into each of them.
"George." It's the first word I speak and I can see him beside me drop his fork and stop eating.
"Yes?" I could tell he had previously been smiling at the two going at eachother relentlessly, finding it amusing, but as soon as I spoke his name it disappeared in a moment.
"Are you ready to go?" All he does is nod at me and I don't hesitate to add;
"Good. Cause so am I. Let's go. That goes for you two as well, hurry." George nods once more and places a few bills onto the table, covering his part of the meal. Then I see the other two guys do the same things as they get up and follow me and George out of the restaurant, still looking annoyed with eachother.
This was once again way too familiar as I walked out of the room and into the parking lot to find my car while George followed behind me quickly.
"I'm sorry they ruined the night-." George talks but all I do is shake my head at him, making him stop immediately.
"No- It wasn't just them George. You were arguing with Sapnap all night too. You're not in the clear either, so don't get cocky." George huffs out a hot breath then nods knowingly at me as Sapnap and Clay jog up to us now. We get to my car then we all just stand their watching one another, the tension in the air almost visible.
"Get in the car." I take one more look at all of them as I hop into the drivers seat, ready as all hell to go home and drown myself in a bottle of wine.
•••
The ride back home was just as awkward as you would expect it to be. Nobody said a word to anyone, not even any more arguments about who was kissing up to me, which was surprising. It was just pure awkward silence.
When I stepped into the house, I didn't even bother going up to my room. I headed straight for the kitchen for my wine. And it was desperately needed. I poured myself a glass then rested up against the counter, already feeling better from the couple of sips I had.
I thought more about what happened tonight with the guys and I didn't really blame them for acting the way they did. What we had going on was confusing and stressful as hell and it was easy to get jealous at times. I could definitely understand them. Or maybe my judgment was just blocked simply by the fact that they all looked so damn good in their suits. Yeah, it most definitely was.
As I finished my now second glass I decided that was enough for the night, and headed out to hide away inside my room. As I walked out into the living room, I noticed that all of the guys must have also deserted into their own rooms, since nobody was present.
I make my way over to the stairs and take a step on the first step only to feel a buzz come from my purse. I take a step back and reach for my phone to see who would be texting me and see Clay's name.
Clay: 'can we talk.'
I knew by the way it was worded that he wasn't asking me, he needed me to talk with him. I roll my eyes, trying way too hard to be angry at him, but all I kept seeing was images of Clay in his black suit fitted with even more black accents, making it totally black and way too hot. Annoyingly hot.
Me: 'your room?'
Clay: 'yeah.'
I move away from the stairs and back down again into the living room, heading on over to Clay's room, already knowing this would end up going south if I did see him. Something about Clay's possessiveness excited me when it shouldn't. I just couldn't help myself around him.
It doesn't take long for me to arrive at his door, and I was soon after twisting the knob and making my way inside to see Clay, still dressed up in his suit like I'd so badly hoped for.
"You're still all dressed up." Clay states exactly what I was meaning to say to him first, making me remember I was also dressed in my dress and heels.
"So are you." He straightens his tie then repositions his cuffs, clearly trying to make a point that he knew he looked good. Almost forgetting why I was really here, I tear my eyes from him and make my way for his bed to sit.
"Am I here so you can apologize? Although I think it's Sapnap that you should be talking to, not just me." Clay watches me with daring eyes as I sat down over his bed with crossed legs now, trying my best to look unamused with him.
"I won't apologize for being myself. And Sapnap was being a suck up. Someone needed to put him in his place." Clay takes a few miniscule movements closer to me then stops when he sees the annoyed look sprawled across my face.
"Sapnap was just trying to be sweet Clay. Sure, sometimes he over does it, but it's why I like him so much." Clay then picks up his feet and begins pacing over again, only slower this time. When he finally gets in front of me still sitting on his bed, I'm forced to drag my head up to look at him towering over me now.
"That's because he thinks you're all his. I needed to show him he was dead wrong." His words were so stable I didn't know how to reply to them besides looking up into his green paralyzing eyes, which only made it worse. Trying to get anything out so I wasn't frozen in place, I say the first thing on my mind.
"Fine. If you won't apologize for him, at least do it for me." It wasn't at all what I cared about anymore, but it was all I could find to say. Clearly Clay could tell that I was dazed by his appearance because a quick smile draped across his lips now as he stood over me fumbling with his rings.
"Fine. I am so sorry Mia. Please forgive me?" I could have jumped on him right then, but I kept my cool and just stared back at him, unable to breath from his confident aura. I knew Clay really didn't care about apologizing to either one of us, it was just for show. And shit was he was putting on a great show.
"I- forgive you." I'm surprised when my voice sounds almost raspy as I spoke, feeling like I could faint just with one more look from Clay at this point. I knew I should be angry with him, that I should give him a peice of my mind even more. But the suit was hypnotic, as pathetic as that was. If I were with any of the other guys right now, the same thing would be happening too. Suits were just too damn good looking on all of them. It just wasn't fair.
"Of course you do." His cocky tone was overcoming me completely, making me want to fold at his feet, even though what he was saying was nothing but arrogant. Clay takes one final step closer to me and my hands decide then to move on their own, totally without my permission, up to grip his suit.
"You really like the suit that much?" All I can manage is a pathetic noise his way, causing his sly grin to reappear again. Then the next thing I knew I was tugging him down from his tie until he was eye level with me on his bed. Our faces are inches away when he takes his hands and traces below on top of my crossed legs.
I move forward, wanting to plant a kiss on his tentilizing lips, but was rejected by Clay moving away ever so slightly, making me suffer for him a little longer. He begins picking up the pace of feeling my legs up, when suddenly his other hand makes its way next to the first one.
Both of his hands are placed along my knees when Clay was suddenly and very roughly gripping them before ultimately slowly widening my legs in front of him to see now.
"I bet you're already soaked, and I haven't even touched you there yet." Clay chuckles as he spoke his humiliating words to me. Then he was testing his theory by taking a singular finger and tediously massaging over my thong underneath my newly stretched legs.
As soon as he found out his guess to be very true, Clay was removing his hand and instead holding my legs up, pulling me forward so I was pressed up against his body, legs dangling over the edge.
"I guess I'll keep the suit on for you then." Clay's hands found their way around me to cup my ass and force me closer against him now, feeling every move his bulge in his suit made against my pussy. I couldn't contain my premature moans as he edged nearer to me. They were then quickly silenced by Clay smacking a kiss firmly on my mouth suddenly.
Then just as fast as he had kissed me, Clay was picking me up in his arms and carrying me as we kissed sloppily. His hands were traveling around my body like he'd never held me before, when suddenly he was pulling away from our kiss and looking me dead in the eyes as he stated;
"I want to try something." I knew whenever Clay said anything remotely close to that, it would never be anything simple, and that excited me even more. He lands one last kiss on me then he was setting me back down onto his bed.
"First, let's get this dress off of you." Clay gets on the bed behind me and begins unzipping the back of my dress slowly, then I was raising my arms for him to remove it over my head, leaving me in my laced bra and thong. I go to take off my heels next when Clay pins me down hard onto the bed.
"Those stay on for this." I didn't know exactly what he could have meant by that, but I did know that Clay was about to get real serious with what he was about to do with me now. Having him want to keep the heels on me only made the whole experience more stimulating.
"Stay right there." Clay gets up off of his bed then walks over to his drawer leaving me laying there to watch his every move. The last time he went to this particular drawer, it was for a vibrator, so I was understandably excited for whatever it was he was getting.
When he doesn't grab that and instead some rope, my heart flutters the most it ever had before.
"Rope?" Clay doesn't respond at first, all he does is take the rope in between his fingers like he was debating on what to do with it. I study his slick fingers trailing through the rope, wanting so badly to be the rope right then.
"That day, after the stream, when I was supposed to come see you and do whatever I wanted, but instead Sapnap did-" Of course, that was why Clay was so angry with Sapnap. He was still holding a grudge, as usual.
As I lay there on his bed, watching him impatiently, waiting for him to get on with it, Clay begins edging closer to me with the rope still in his hands.
"-I would've went easier on you then, but now- I don't think I will." Clay's words should have been enough to make me beg him to be gentle with me, but I didn't want him to be. I wanted him to tie me up hard with those ropes like he was so clearly threatening to do.
"Do you understand what I want to do to you?" Clay stops just feet away with the rope, obviously looking for my consent to do what he wanted. And I would have been an idiot not to give it to him.
"I do." He exhales a shakey breath as he watches me give into his needs, obeying him effortlessly. Clay must decide then that we have both been waiting much too long, because he was finally getting onto the bed, climbing over me as he held the rope firmly and teasingly.
"Go on. Tell me how bad you want it then." I quickly squirmed under him, loving the deep tempting tone in his words. I should have still been angry with him after what he did today, but everything about him was telling me to be otherwise. His voice, the suit he still wore, and even the rope daring me as he pulled it closer.
"Tie me up Clay. Please, I want it so bad." Clay quickly leans down and kisses my forehead as a sort of farewell to me, wishing me luck. Then he was back up, twisting the rope around as he took my hands in his.
"As you wish." Clay didn't waste anymore time as he took my wrists and began tying them tightly together, then shortly after they were being thrown behind my head harshly. Clay lifts me closer to his headboard until my hands just barely touch it, then he was getting back to work.
Clay is breathing heavier now, almost moaning as he takes some more rope and ties my already tied up hands to the metal bit of his board, enjoying himself a little too much.
"Try to move that for me." I do as Clay asks and try moving my hands away from above my head, as I was now tied to his headboard. The most I can move is to make my arms create a 90° angle, not enough to escape if I even wanted to. Clay let's himself smirk down at me, pleased with his work, then immediately goes for some more rope, clearly not done yet.
Clay quickly kneels beside me with rope, by my torso now, eyeing my boobs eagerly. Before tying me up more like I was expecting him to, he leans with a finger and flicks my nipple, making my boob shake for him embarrassingly.
The pain, pleasure and bashfulness that filled me from that alone was all too pitiful, but Clay didn't seem to mind as he reached and grabbed ahold of my boobs, holding them closer together.
"Get on with it-." I speak without realizing it and Clay's eyes snap up at me, looking enticed now. He surpringly listens to me and instantly takes the rope and begins tying it precisely around my torso in a cross pattern. He ends up tying it tight around my boobs, making them squeeze together, perky like.
"Fuck, you look so good like this." I honestly wished I could see from his angle how I looked, but all I could do was simply take his word for it as he ogled my boobs now. I was shocked to find how much I truly loved the sensation of the rope along my wrists and boobs, the burning it did each time I moved even a little bit.
I noticed quickly I was moving purposely so I could feel the pain of the ropes, as did Clay. His mouth drew open as he watched me struggling below him, then he drops and his mouth begins licking over my recently tightened nipples. The instant his tongue finds them, I was throwing my head back, wanting to grab a fistful of his hair but couldn't.
"Take out your cock- I want to see it with your suit Clay." I speak unknowingly again, making Clay suddenly pop off of me with a groan. Then he was tilting his head at me with a devious smirk.
"So damn needy." Clay takes a nipple in his mouth one last time before getting up and leaning back, now toying with his pants. I was watching him, already moaning, waiting for the sight to happen, knowing how good it would look paired with his suit.
Clay doesn't remove his pants, he simply unzips them, then lowers them slightly as he digs around under his boxers to find his cock underneath everything. When he finally takes it out and lays it out for me to see, I immediately go to grab him, but was once again stopped with a burning sensation around my hands.
"You want this?" I nod eagerly, loving how right I was about how good the pink of his tip clashed with the black of his pants. Clay sees my eagerness and slowly takes a hand up to stroke his cock in front of my face, just far enough away where I couldn't touch it myself.
"Here- take it then." Clay moves forward ever so slightly so I could finally put my mouth on his cock now if I wanted to. And fuck, did I want to.
Not able to wait any longer, I immediately lunge onto it and start sucking him like it could be my last time doing it. Only two seconds into me sucking him, he puts a hand to my throat tightly, stopping me from moving.
"Just the tip." I look up into his eyes now, understanding he was punishing me for my previous day with Sapnap. When I clearly beg him with my eyes to let him ram down my throat instead and all he does is narrow his eyes back, I slowly slide off until just his tip was inside of my mouth.
I barely hear it when his head falls back and he just hardly whispers a 'good girl' under his breath to me. In a second I was lapping my tongue over his tip, tasting all of his precum leaking out. Clay then begins moaning loudly, breathing just as hard from my tongue alone.
"Make me cum like this and I'll fuck you." I could feel myself dripping wet for him down below already and knew too well how badly I wanted him to fuck me senseless, so it didn't take me long to put more use to my tongue on his tip. His dick was harder than it had ever been and I could tell he was already close to cumming.
I quickly looked up into Clays eyes as I started flicking my tongue up and down along his tip, making his dick bob up and down in front of me. Clay's hands were along his sides, not touching anything besides his hips as I popped his tip back into my mouth and started gently rocking back and forth on it.
"Just like that-." His voice was now as shakey as ever and his head was being lolled back again, telling me just how close he really was. It only took me a couple more head bobs for Clay to be cumming into my mouth. Before I could take all of it, he was pulling out and letting the rest paint my face.
With a great big relieved sigh, Clay was cupping my face and observing his masterpiece he made on me. He brings a finger to some of his cum dripping down my face and trails it into my mouth again, making me taste it some more. With a moan, followed by a tug from my hands again, I was silently begging for Clay's dick to fuck me.
"I'll fuck that pretty pussy, don't worry." Not caring how desperate I sounded, I let out a lengthy 'oh my god', loving just how smooth he was with his words. He smiles down at me and finally moves backwards to look down at how wet I was.
I knew by the way he looked at me below that I was in fact totally drenched, and that he was inequivitably proud of himself for causing it.
When I finally see him grab for his cock again and start slowly stroking it as he watched me passionately, I knew he wouldn't be going easy on me anymore. It was then that he suddenly lowered himself down, level to my pussy.
I knew exactly what he wanted, I had been dreaming about it with Clay ever since the first time I was with him. Before I can really even understand fully, Clay was stretching my legs wider and rushing forward with an outstretched tongue to lick up and down my pussy. With a messy slurping sound, he was cleaning up my wetness like it was honey to him.
Struggling to not give in already, Clay stops suddenly, then he surprises me more by stamping a wet kiss on my clit, popping off with a lewd sound. He grins at me as he gets back up, once again gripping his cock in his hand. He rolls his shoulders back as he watched me, seemingly debating how he should fuck me now.
Looking like he finally decided after he gives me a big smirk, Clay promptly picks up my lower half by my ass, keeping his hands molded there while I was lifted and pulled just close enough for him to start fucking me. But he doesn't yet, all he does is rub his tip against my pussy, lathering it up.
"Cum as much as you want. I want to feel you tighten around me." My head was already thrown back from just his words, then when he rammed everything into me all I have left to do is scream out his name. Unphased by me yelling, he continues rapidly slamming into me, not holding anything back.
Clay is reaching the far back of my pussy, hitting my walls as he does, causing giant waves of pain and pleasure to roll through my entire body with every thrust. I'm now crying out in pathetic pleasure, already wanting to cum for him like he had demanded. I try to move my arms again, forgetting that I still couldn't, only making Clay above me grin manically at me.
I could tell he knew I was ready to cum, and there was no sign of him wanting to let up after I did. Before I knew it, my mouth lags open and I was forced to cum long and hard all over his cock still pounding me like it was a punishment.
I know he can already tell by my reaction that I was cumming, but also from me tightening around his cock too, and instantly he was clenching his jaw and blowing air through his teeth, enjoying how it felt.
I could feel it as his cock instantly grew harder inside me at the sensation of me cumming. From the new angle he was fucking me at, I felt that I could easily squirt from his dick now. And from the look on his face, that was his exact purpose.
Clay was pulling me up then down hard onto his cock like a jackhammer, not stopping for a single breath of air. He knew I was right on the edge of squirting for him, but Clay kept pounding me not caring that I'd make a mess, like he'd been wanting so long for it. All I can think of is his suit he still had on, and how destroyed it would be after he was done with me.
"Your suit- I'll ruin it-" A sexy exhale leaves his mouth as I spoke to him but he doesn't let up at my warning.
"Screw the suit, I want you to squirt all over me." As if he was shocked by his own words, he was leaning down and taking in a mouthful of my boobs, sucking hard on them as he fucked me harder below.
As soon as Clays tongue finds its way onto my nipples, I was cunvulsing like crazy and once more cumming on his dick. I hear him below me groan miserably into my chest at the feel of it again. Then he was sitting back up and watching down below as he continued drilling me.
"Fucking squirt for me baby- please-!" It was said so out of breath and quick that I knew he couldn't take it any longer and would soon be cumming too. It was almost enough to keep my mind away from the name calling Clay just pulled, but only for a second, gaining butterflies instantly as I thought about it more.
Like he clearly couldn't stand the wait anymore, Clay was flipping me sideways and now thrusting into me like that, hitting every single good spot, instantly making me shake involuntarily. All it did was make me forget entirely why I was previously getting butterflies, feeling a whole different type of butterflies now.
Clay was watching down below like a hawk when I finally did what he wanted and squirted down his cock and all over him. With a pitiful moan louder than mine, Clay was thrusting just a few more times until he spilled into me. The feel of his cum filling me set off me just enough to make me cum again with him, and all I could do was sit there and quiver on his cock as he finally pulled out.
Still watching me longingly, Clay instantly leans back and slowly undoes his tie while also unbuttoning his dress shirt along with it, throwing the sweaty clothing away on the floor before pulling his pants up again and zipping them back up. With a sigh, Clay looks back at me still tied up, still shaking from everything he did to me.
"Holy shit. Don't move." I almost found myself laughing at his request, knowing I didn't have even another ounce of energy in me anymore to do it anyway, even if I could in the first place seeing as I was all tied up and all.
I lay my head back as I watch Clay walk over to grab his phone over on his dresser. He quickly jogs over, phone still in his hand when he suddenly, and very obviously, takes a picture of me still tied up.
Any other day I would have been furious, and I'm sure I still would be later after I was fully conscious, but right now I just didn't care. I was simply worn out from today.
"You're- an ass-" Clay simply laughs at my fucked out voice then sets his phone down to come untie me. After he does and I can move properly, I see all the rope burn along my body and am surprised I wasn't in more pain.
Clay also noticed it and he swiftly moves over beside me, laying on the bed, then he raises my bruised hand up to his mouth and kisses it softly, mimicking Sapnap from earlier.
"You are such an ass." With a smile he was doing it again while saying;
"You love it." Before I really had a chance to think, I was saying the first thing on my mind.
"Oh yeah, sure do 'baby'." I was mimicking him from just a little bit earlier, and instantly his face goes red. Admittedly, it was my first time seeing him this red. It was definitely too cute seeing him struggle for once.
"Shut up. It- slipped out. I didn't- mean it." From the look Clay gave me, I knew he definitely didn't mean to say it, but that he also didn't entirely hate it either.
"Sure, whatever you say-" Clay nods and nuzzles into my side again, calming down now, then I was adding purposefully to annoy him;
"-baby." And just like that, Clay was red all over again.