This was not how he originally planned on spending his Friday night, but honestly he really couldn't complain.
Soul desperately wished he could dig his hands into her hair, pressing her closer to his flushed skin as she sucked and licked the flesh on his neck, but he couldn't. He didn't even know she owned a pair of handcuffs let alone would ever use them like she did that night; his hands secured together and the metal chain hitting the bed post occasionally were confirmation enough for that.
But god did he love it.
"Hngh. Fuck, Maka."
She placed one last kiss on his neck, the little sensitive spot she knew would get him going at any time during the day, before slowly moving so that their noses were inches apart, wrapping her hands into his snowy hair and lightly tugging. Fuck she was hot, her emerald eyes hooded over and the lust oozing out of them. If he wasn't handcuffed at that moment, he would flip her over and fuck her. The little tease moved hips slowly so that she was grinding him, an antagonizing feeling that made the blood rush even more to his erection, the feel of the moisture and heat coming from her panties on his skin felt so delicious.
He dug his head back further in the pillow, sharp teeth biting down on his lip as his hips bucked forward. "Fuck, how much longer are you gonna ride this shit out?"
She giggled, a seductive as fuck giggle in his given situation, and one that told him she was enjoying it like the tease she was. "Just a few more minutes or so. Don't worry, it won't be long now."
Eyes still closed, he felt her lips touch his skin once again, making their way down his chest as they left white hot kisses, the burning flame in the pit of his stomach increasing. His whole body was hot, his sex drive working over time, and the only thing he wanted was to be inside of her. Her lips gone, he opened one eye to peek down at her. Maka's fingers were toying with the waistband of his boxers, that coy little grin playing on her lips.
"Are you just gonna make me suffer more because you're pretty fucking close to my dick?" he asked after a couple of minutes of the horribly beautiful vision in front of him.
Maka slide one of her hands underneath the boxers and lightly brushed her fingers on his cock, twitching at the new contact; if she wasn't careful he might just burst without her doing much.
"What's the magic word?" her voice was somehow singsong and sexy at the same time.
Her fingers brushed against him again, and he couldn't take it anymore. "Agh, fucking please, Maka!"
In seconds his boxers were gone, and her lips were just inches away from all his glory, hot breath hitting off him as she drank him in, calculating how exactly she should go about this. It didn't take long, however. Her fingers wrapped around his base as her mouth made its descent to the tip of his erection; the warmth and coldness of the two were welcoming and Soul knew he would have to hold on for as long as he could. Maka flicked her tongue over the tip, swirling the precum around and working the rest of him into her mouth once she was satisfied, her hand doing its work on the part she couldn't reach. He closed his eyes, reveling in the magic the girl was doing as he felt all the blood in his body boil over, and his mind hazed over with lust. He was reaching his climax and it was coming fast, but there was no time to warn her.
But it didn't matter because she took all of him, her body pausing at his reaction, and then swallowed when his load was done. Removing her lips with small pop, and licking the bit of white that escaped from her bottom lip, Maka moved back up to the crook of his neck, nuzzling the little spot there before giving him light kisses. It was warm and nice, he did enjoy the little blowjob she gave him, but he really wanted the cuffs off. He also really wanted to have her underneath him, his cock surrounded by the walls of her vagina.
"Now can you take the cuffs off?"
He heard her hand move around on the nightstand next to the bed, searching for the key to release him from the cuffs. After a few minutes, she squeaked, and a pang of worry shot through his body because that was never good news.
"What's wrong?"
"Uh," she said before jumping off the bed and onto the floor. "I might have lost the key."
"You-you what!?"
She stood up, her face flustered from panic now. "It was there when we started but now it's gone. I'll go get a knife, or maybe I can use a bobby pin." Maka left the bedroom, rummaging through drawers in the bathroom.
Soul placed his head back down on the pillow, glancing up at the damn metal rings around his wrists and cursing them.
This was definitely not how he expected to spend his Friday night.
"I'm gonna go run to the store and buy another one," she said, emerging from the bathroom and throwing her clothes back on from earlier.
"And what am I supposed to do?"
"Just lay there. You can't really do much. I'll be back in ten minutes, fifteen tops." And she was gone from the room in no time.
"Maka! Wait! At least put my fucking boxers back on!" He heard the door slam close, his request unanswered.
Their apartment was cold as fuck and he was stark naked, his erection slowly shriveling up as the air hit it. They would have to start all over again, or worse, go to bed once the cuffs were off.
Yeah, this was definitely not the best night for him.
