"Oh no you don't, buster!" Poppy admonishes him, slapping his hand away as Branch tries to reach out to touch her yet again. "We're doing this my way tonight!"
"Yes ma'am," The teal troll laughs, knowing it'll be barely a minute until he tries again.
When Branch inevitably does, Poppy slaps his hand away again. "Looks like you just can't keep your hands to yourself," she tells him, going to where her clothing are piled on a chair, slipping her belt from the loops of her skirt and grabbing his wrists, binding them together before he could protest.
"Then that solves that problem," Poppy announces, securing his hands to the headboard before straddling him, grinding against his cock – but moving away only a second later, the brief moment of friction driving him crazy.
"Do you have to torture me like this?"
"You get what you deserve! I told you not to touch!"
"Come on…" he groans.
"Do you want me to gag you too? Because I will!"
Really, he'd rather she didn't.
"No, that's okay," Branch laughs, trying to settle himself into letting Poppy do as she pleases and just enjoying the moment- and to be sure, he is very much enjoying the moment. There's something sexy about how bossy Poppy can be when she speaks, and at the same time, it's endearing how she would hesitate for a fraction of a second each time she moves to touch him. Resisting the temptation to get his hands on her, to grab her hips as Poppy grinds against him, pull her a little closer.
But that's not an option, or so she's telling him, now that she's in charge. And he doesn't mind at all.