She wrapped her delicate little fingers around his throat and grinned. The silence hung in the night air like a thick, wet blanket, for a while. Inakat could feel the pulse of his blood rush past her fingers and pound like a massive wave to the tip of his cock. She lowered her eyelids and slipped further onto him.
Mr. Coffee winced from the intense grip that her body had on him. The muscles in his calves tightened. When Mr. Coffee felt the soft cleft of her ass touch his lap, his whole body when rigid. He let go of her breast and clutched the frame of the bed with his free hand.
Slowly, she eased up from him. The air in the dimly lit bedroom had become almost unbearably hot. A thin layer of sweat started to form on his skin. He gasped for air when at last she let go of his throat and ran both of her hands over the plate of his chest.
Mr. Coffee watched her nostrils flare, and she shifted her weight forward. Her tight lips relaxed just a tad. His manhood longed for the return journey deep inside of her walls. The ache consumed his thoughts.
"Please," He begged.
"Please what? Who are you talking to so respectfully?" She asked.
"You baby, you."
"Do you think I'm going to fall for that? Not tonight, tomorrow, or the day after. I got my brand of poetic justice, so say it or else…"
"Or else what?"
With painstaking slowness, she pulled herself away. Her body screamed to return and take her pleasure and frustration from his pole. The struggled with her animal instinct raged within her. The evidence of the battle glistened on the head of his dick.
She turned and put her buoyant ass in the air. Inakat crawled to the opposite side of the bed. He guffawed when she leaped off the bed. Inakat strolled out of the bedroom.
Mr. Coffee lay in the bed cuffed to her frame. His mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing came out. Finally, a thought came to him. A sly grin spread across his face.
"Fine, I will just jack off all over your cute little sheets." He yelled.
He closed his eyes, pulled his unbound hand down, and placed it on his compacted scrotum. The scent of her perfume had remained in his nostrils. The taste of her sweet treasure lingered on his tongue. The wet, see-through cream from her pussy clung like a naughty cloak to his skin.
Mr. Coffee waited for what seemed like an eternity for a response. At last, he clutched his shaft firmly. His shoulders fell back on the mattress. Mr. Coffee had frowned before he grunted loudly.
Every tendon in his body refused to participate in his plan. One by one, his fingers loosened. His hand plopped down beside him. Defeated and betrayed by his desire, he could not bring himself to masturbate.
He was lost in his thoughts, when the skylight in the bedroom switched on. Mr. Coffee turned his head towards the door while he squinted. The woman he had come to invite to a poetry show just a few hours ago, stood in her naked truths and leaned hard against the doorframe.
Mr. Coffee shook his head up and down. She walked over to her bed, leaned down in his face, and stared into his eyes. Inakat held his gaze and sighed. The need for the touch of her rare lust danced like a flame in the pools of his irises. Mr. Coffee grimaced and turned his head to the wall, to break away from her glare.
He stayed quiet when he felt the silky material, and her slender fingers wrap around his wrist. When she jerked his arm, up over his head, and tied it to the other side of the frame, he let out a sigh of relief. Mr. Coffee began to tremble when he felt her secure the feminine material in a sturdy knot.
Deep inside of him, he cowered from the power that she held. Mr. Coffee was all too familiar with passions of a woman. His secret knowledge gained from the confusion of another life, before his surgery. The art of science had given him the physical appearance of who he was. It had also increased his hunger to be submissive to a woman, even more.
"I spy with my little eye, a guy we see that made up a lie, and now you can't tell, and we both know why." She sang softly.
She crawled over him and straddled across his lap, with her back to him. Inakat nestled his shaft between her lips and rocked back and forth. The slippery friction massaged the underside of him. The testosterone pills that he took daily gave him an exceptional erection. Now, the same hormone had turned him into a wanton boy toy ready to submit to her whims.
The pressure gradually began to build in him from her actions. Mr. Coffee's eyes rolled back in his head. His breaths turned into ragged wheezes when his sac unexpectedly constricted and tingled. Mr. Coffee steel slab of man meat thumped with pleasure filled spasms anxious for a happy end.
"Say it." She demanded through clenched teeth.
His body quaked when she slid him part of the way back inside her warmth. Her entrance locked down in a vice-like grip. While Inakat held back her the tremors of the release that awaited her, she whimpered softly. Finally, he pushed deeper into her and cried out.
"Inakat" Mr. Coffee moaned.
© Inakat 2016