"If you want me to let you go, all you've gotta do is break the rope, Renny." The statement came more as a warning, sung on cinnamon scented breath as Nora barely restrained her excitement. She smiled wide, pearly whites lighting up the room with an absolutely radiant smile. Ren scowled at her, swearing through the fuchsia ball gag that sat between his teeth. The gag bounced as he tried to speak, riding his tongue as it pushed against the plastic. The thinnest of silk ribbons was loosely tied around his wrists. He and Nora both knew his struggle would be in keeping the thin fabric from tearing.

"What was that, Renny? I couldn't hear you~" She sung the last word, the note angelically ringing throughout the room. She was all but daring him to speak again, to give her a reason to stop. Renny was always so careful never to test the lengths of her consent, often taking his "concern" to excruciatingly torturous levels, and now she was making sure return the courtesy. He made sure to hold his tongue, refusing to give her another reason to tease him as she was doing.

"You and I are gonna have a little fun now, hmm," Nora sung excitedly. She kissed down his chest and stomach, her lips dragging across inches of skin before she traced her name into his abs with the tip of her tongue. Ren's breath caught in his throat, his body shaking as he tried to calm himself. It practically impossible to keep from touching her when she was fully clothed, but she'd decided on some of the frilliest, laciest lingerie she owned to wear today. A bright pink corset hugged her curves, decorated in white lace hearts. Knee-high stockings topped with white silk ribbons adorned her legs while similarly patterned white lace gloves covered her hands. She walked her fingertips up along his stomach while she straddled his hips, causing him to shudder and make the most strained of groans.

"Renny, you're making this waaay too easy," Nora mocked. She was entirely familiar with how little he could help himself around her, and was having the most exciting time exploring his weakness for her. He loved to be touched, far too much to restrain himself or his pleasure. She giggled gleefully, sliding down his body to lay a trail of kisses down his hipbones. Her soft lips molded themselves to the curves of his hips, pressing against jagged scars and fading bruises. She remembered the pelt of each dead Beowolf that'd pierced the flesh she claimed as her own.

Ren's body was all but begging for her touch, his length straining against his dull green sweatpants, tenting the material. He throbbed in her hand as she wrapped a palm around him through the fabric, smirking deviously as she claimed control. She stroked gently, slowly, letting the soft fabric rub against the head of his shaft while she worked. His every breath came as a strangled pant, his eyes wide as he watched her work.

"Renny Jr.'s already having fun," she whispered hotly, flipping the waistband of his sweatpants down to expose his swollen arousal. All seven inches of Lie Ren stood erect, demanding her attention, and she was happy to provide. Wrapping her hand around him she delighted in the sharp gasp he made as she gently kissed the head of his shaft. Flicking her tongue against him, she traced dozens of letters into the sensitive flesh. She giggled in excitement as she watched him react to her ministrations, his cheeks and neck flushing red as she hugged him with her tongue. She listened closely for the sound of tearing fabric, but even desperate for release, Ren was still one of the most disciplined people she'd ever known. Nearly a week without release, she'd made sure his body would be aching from her mouth, and her plan was finally coming to fruition.

"I like this," she admitted to herself. Her lips wrapped around his shaft, tongue spelling out "pneumonic" as she hummed. The gentle vibrations traveled from her throat to her lips, causing his entire body to tremble. He tasted different, a stronger, heady flavor that made her curious for more. She slipped him deep inside her mouth, almost reaching the base of his member before sloppily pulling away. Her warm breath blew against his aching erection and it twitched towards her, begging for more. Her devious smirk never went away and she silently hoped that he'd reach his limit and rip through the silk band binding his wrists.

After excruciatingly long minutes breathing on the head of his cock, she finally got to work on him. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she moved forward and slipped nearly six warm inches into her mouth with unbridled enthusiasm. His hips bucked forward, his body rolling and spine arching up off the bed as she pleasured him. His eyes fluttered flashing bright fuchsia as he moaned her name through the gag. She could read every movement of his body, forecasting his release with remarkable ease as his throbbing increased. She swirled her tongue around him, tasting precum as she licked her lips.

"You wanna cum," she whispered hotly, not waiting for his answer before hungrily slurping at his length. She waited until the last minute before pulling away, cum splashing across her face as he reached his climax.

He moaned, eyes closed for a short while as he came down from the high of his release. When he finally opened them, he gasped in horror, he'd never meant to do that to her. Even through the gag, she could make out dozens of muffled apologies, but she smiled, licking each salacious drop she could reach off her face.

"Mmmmm," she hummed softly.

"Maybe I should start using this on my pancakes?"