Asher's hand flattened against the back of Jezebel's head, and he took his fingers away only to press her face against his jeans, at his crotch.
Jezebel opened her mouth because she could feel Asher's hard length instantly, and she wanted it. So far, this man hadn't seemed to react to her at all. Every now and again, when he punished her, she would get a glimpse of his thick erection, but it was the only hint she was given. And now, the feel of it...
"Good girl. Such a good girl."
Jezebel rubbed her face against it and the sound coming from her throat was the sluttiest sound she'd ever made.
She opened her mouth again and moved her face as if she could blow him, pressing her lips to the length, and Asher groaned a hot sound above her. It made her pull away for a second and stare up at him so that he looked down at her, curious as to why she would stop.
"I didn't think you were interested in me."
Asher tilted his head. "Did you think I asked you to wear my collar while not being interested, silly kotik?"
Jezebel grinned, blushed, feeling giddy. Asher hadn't displayed any sexual interests in front of her the entire time.
He had been carefully detached, but those sounds of his! God, he was definitely interested. Jezebel went back to thrusting her lips against him, pleasuring him through his jeans.
But Asher growled eventually and stopped her to lift her up while he sat on the barstool instead and pulled her back against his lap.
"Not interested? Does this feel not interested, Pet?"
Jezebel squealed when Asher thrust that hardness into her thong, laughing in shock.
"I have been interested since I first laid eyes on you, but I'm not led by my dick, Pet. Sex with me isn't something you will ever be able to manipulate. It is in my way and my time. And unfortunately, you're still not getting cock."
"Oh, but please!" Jezebel was dancing on his lap, needy for him.
"No, I'm afraid not. Would you like to know when and how you do get cock?"
Jezebel nodded frantically, still trying to reach that hardness he had even when she knew it was useless.
Asher chuckled. "You see, I want you in my collar, and you want to be in my collar. The next time I orgasm at all will be after I have you kneeling."
Fear ran through Jezebel, and she gasped at the thrill.
"But you can cum for me, Pet." Asher slapped her pussy over her thong and the response was instant. Jezebel thrashed on his lap, crying out with more of that frantic pleasure, feeling so empty and soaking her thong while he laughed.
And then Jezebel cried. Again. She fell forward in his arms, where he held her, whimpering with tears, and she didn't even know why.
Asher chuckled behind her and kissed her hair.
"Such an emotional little slave in denial. It's alright, Pet. I know you're scared, but I think I can convince you. I'm certain, in fact. Forgive me if it's narcissistic, but I think it was my fault that you ran like you did. It was stupid of me to show you nothing but the serious side of punishment and ask you to wear my collar."
"So you're going to top that off with telling me you're not coming again until you do? What kind of logic is that?"
Asher laughed in Jezebel's ear. "The kind that is certain enough that I can soothe you back to comfort again. Now, no more of that nonsense you did. Come to me from now on. Message me and talk with me, Pet. You didn't even let us get to know each other."
God, Asher was still hard as rock against her core, and she shifted, whimpered, while he chuckled at her discomfort.
"You didn't let us get to know each other before you asked me if I was interested in your collar." She said.
"Stubborn girl." Asher sighed and tightened his hands around her, even while she struggled. "Stop fighting me, or I'll hold you still with an anal hook."
Jezebel quit, too scared of that threat.
"Kotik, you're going to be mine. You just don't realize it yet. I'll show you what I mean one step at a time, but it's true I might not be getting off anytime soon. For right now, don't worry about it. Just start talking to me more, please. For right now, all of that doesn't matter, and I just want to help you. You're one of us, one of our own. Please let me, won't you? Let me be your friend. You seem like you could use one of those."
Jezebel thought of Asher's fingers down her throat and swallowed. "Just... just friends, right?"
Asher chuckled and stroked her. "Just friends."
But that felt a lot like a lie because his cock was still hard against her ass and she was still thinking of his hands around her throat, in her hair.
"I like playful you," Jezebel said softly.
Asher chuckled. "Funny enough, this isn't actually playful me. But I suppose after you were so used to the punishment version, it would seem that way."
He paused. "There's another kind of playful me, but a lot of it is a facade. Most people don't like the version of me that you seem to accept. It makes them uncomfortable."
Jezebel tilted her head. "Well, most people say the Ecstasy comedown feels depressing, but I think it feels calming, so I guess... I'm not most people."
Asher stroked her. "I'm glad for it," he said softly.
Oh, his voice still didn't have any emotion in it, but his words stunned her. Was he expressing a gladness?
"It feels like taking off a hot mask I didn't even realize I was always wearing. It's nice. Although I have to be careful. Whenever I was punishing you with the crop and left you in the chair, I went to meet a friend in the club, and evidently, I forgot to put my smile back on." Asher chuckled. "I couldn't figure out why he seemed afraid of me."
"You have resting bitch face." Jezebel said.
Asher laughed. "Ridiculous little slave." But then he reached around and stroked his fingers over her thong so that she gasped and arched.
"Why don't you cum for me again and tease me with the scent of that cunt some more since I'm being held chaste?" He said to her.
Jezebel groaned and obliged, feeling a sense of danger in teasing him and secretly loving it. His self-control was wonderful, but it didn't seem like anyone's would hold up forever, and the thought of snapping his control until he took her against her will made Jezebel want to... taunt him.
God, what was wrong with her? She did want. She didn't want. She flirted. She pushed. She flirted. She ran.
Oy vey. Jezebel was starting to hurt her own head with this bullshit.
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*Author's note*
*'Oy Vey' is a Yiddish phrase expressing dismay or exasperation.*
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