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Young Lust {Crimson and Azuriyuu} (Continued)

Jasmine managed to listen to Delilah's words, and her moans, even as she continued running tongue, teeth, and lips over both of them, grinning broadly as she listened to Bartiel's protest. Gasping sharply as her head was forced between them Jasmine moaned happily, eagerly lapping and sucking at what little of Bartiel's cock she could reach even as her tongue continued to roll over Delilah's clit. Eyes already closed she cooed happily at the sensation of Delilah's cum spraying onto her face.

Shivering at the feel of nails pushing into her skin the small girl let out a happy little moan as she pressed her face eagerly between their thighs, lapping and slurping at Delilah's dripping pussy before turning her attention to Bartiel. Lapping and sucking on each of them she finally wrapped her mouth around the base of her boyfriend's cock, sucking hard and fast as she pressed closer, low, eager whimpers pushed from her throat as she dropped her free hand between her legs. Panting and letting out happy sounds as she worked the madly buzzing vibrator deeper into her soaked center Jasmine twisted the toy, letting out a cry around Bartiel's cock as she came again, nails digging into Delilah's and Bartiel's thighs as she writhed on the floor.
 
As Bartiel continued to fuck his mother, his movements becoming a little softer as he became shy, Delilah had her way with her son, moaning loudly as her pussy contracted and throbbed. Once she came once, it was easier for her to get up to her second orgasm, although that was about as far as she went most of the time. Her muscles were also a lot tighter, which was obvious on Bartiel's face as Jasmine would be able to see Bartiel's cock pulse and twitch if she watched it carefully.

As Jasmine's mouth wrapped around the base of his cock, Delilah made sure not to drop herself all the way down, so as not to smash Jasmine's face, but she still moved up and down, groaning hard as he felt both his mother's pussy around the top of his cock and his lover's mouth around the bottom. Bucking his hips back, he moaned, almost twitching as he writhed. I can't take anymore! he called out only in his mind before his cock suddenly exploded right as she let out a cry around his cock, his own orgasm going off as the muscles contracted harder. Bartiel didn't cum nearly as much as before, bbut his orgasm caused Delilah's hips to buck as she reached a second, much smaller orgasm. Nevertheless, Bartiel's cum had mixed with her own as it squirted out, falling on Jasmine's face as she writhed around on the ground.

As both Bartiel and Delilah came, Delilah moaned, panting hard before slowly she pulled off the younger man and collapsed on the couch, Bartiel moaning and panting as he laid back, his thighs completely covered in the juices of three people.
 
Jasmine remained on the floor as Bartiel and Delilah finally finished, a small, happy moan pulled from her chest as she felt their combined cum splash her small face. For a few moments she simply remained collapsed on the floor, panting and letting out small sounds as the vibrator buried in her body continued to buzz. Finally gathering the strength to pull the toy from her body Jasmine laid back with a small groan, turning off the vibrator as she licked it clean of her cum as well as Delilah's.

Once she could move enough to sit up the small girl looked at the three of them and began to giggle between breaths, grinning broadly as she moved to her knees and set herself between Bartiel's thighs again. Beginning to lick him clean she purred happily, small aftershocks of pleasure still rushing through her body as she purred happily. Finally finished cleaning her boyfriend of her cum, his, and his mothers, she managed to crawl up onto the couch and settle against the both of them.

"Mmm, that was a lovely mixture," she purred cutely, nuzzling her cheek against one of Delilah's breasts as she stretched her legs out in Bartiel's lap, the arch of one bare foot rubbing against his length.
 
A couple hours passed since Bartiel, Delilah, and Jasmine's tryst. The three had cuddled up, and just spent some time together, the two redheads relaxing, enjoying the company of everyone. Delilah was getting a bit antsy after a couple hours, though, waiting for Lowe to get back, and showing off the chastity belt that she sometimes wore, as well as showing off a clit ring she had which she hadn't been wearing at the time, and a clit shield she used to prevent herself from cumming sometimes, when Lowe was feeling highly dominant and wanted to control exactly when she would be allowed to cum.

During Delilah's show-and-tell, Bartiel was beginning dinner, humming softly to himself. He heard the phone go off, and he sighed, frowning. The academy simply insisted on every student having a landline in their apartment, so he went over to the landline, hitting the speakerphone. “Bartiel Onyx, here,” Bartiel said to whoever was on the other line. What would be audible would instantly cause Delilah to tense up and go silent, as well as Bartiel.

“Ah, Good Evening, Caine. Enjoying your Christmas?” The voice was exactly the same as Bartiel's voice. Upon hearing that, he dropped the wooden spoon he was holding. Bartiel's eyes, typically gentle(Except when he was horny) suddenly hardened and he looked towards the phone. “...Abel. I know your phone calls are rationed, so shouldn't you be saving them on people who want to talk to you? Like your lawyer?” Bartiel said coldly to the person who had his voice.

“Oh, I've used them very much. I just wanted to let you know that all my lovely, rationed phonecalls to the lawyer finally worked...and I got my appeal,” said the voice, in a mocking tone. “What?!” “I just wanted to call you, see if we couldn't arrange a family reunion?” “We aren't family!” “Oh, don't say that, Caine. It makes your big brother sad...” “You aren't my brother!” Bartiel yelled at the phone, foaming at the mouth angry. Delilah stood up, setting the chastity belt down, approaching her son.

“Oh, I might just cry...and misery enjoys company,” Abel further mocked, before Delilah spoke up. “You've been disowned from the Onyx family for years, Mr. Ridyne, and you aren't part of the Schwarz family, either. Don't call my son,” she said before pulling the plug, wrapping her arms around Bartiel, closing her eyes.
 
Jasmine was in the midst of a conversation with Delilah about the chastity belt she'd been shown when the phone rang. Frowning slightly she turned just enough to look back at Bartiel as he answered. The voice on the other end, though,made her stop talking instantly. The person sounded exactly like Bartiel, even over the phone, but something about the voice sent a shiver down her spine. Turning to look at Delilah Jasmine's question froze on her tongue as she saw the expression on the woman's face. Heart jumping into her throat the small girl uncurled, watching her boyfriend become increasingly angry as he spoke.

Concern and a strange fear starting to work into her stomach Jasmine didn't say a word throughout the conversation, simply watched Delilah and Bartiel as the feeling in the pit of her stomach grew. Scooting to curl up in the corner of the couch Jasmine pulled the blanket over herself, remaining silent as she watched the two. She wanted to ask who the Able person was, but she didn't, she simply stayed at the corner of the couch as Delilah hugged her son.
 
“That bastard...” Bartiel said, his eyes completely undialated, looking like tiny pinpricks of black in a sea of angry, angry green. His fists clenched so hard that if he had fingernails his palms would bleed. “How the hell did HE get out of jail!” he said, slamming his foot into a cupboard violently, cracking the wood. “Bartiel! Calm down! It's alright! He doesn't know where we live. It's alright. He won't hurt you ever again...” she said, but Bartiel turned to her, snapping at her. “Then how'd he call the landline!?” he said, before storming into the bedroom.

“Bartiel...what are you doing, Bartiel?!” Delilah asked as Bartiel went into his room, slipping on a holster over his shoulder and slipping on a trenchcoat, pulling out the revolver which Bartiel had threatened himself with, and Vision later threatened him with. “I'm going to find him, and I'm going to put a bullet in his head, is what I'm going to do!” Bartiel snapped.
 
Jasmine listened to Bartiel, forcing herself to look away as memories flooded her brain. Closing her eyes tightly as she heard him slam his foot into the cupboard the small girl curled tighter on the couch, swallowing a small whimper as she suddenly flashed back to the last time she'd seen someone that angry.

Jasmine was eight again, hiding in the cupboard as her uncle went into one of his rages. It was their secret, he'd said the first time she'd seen him hit her aunt; the first time he'd hit Jasmine. "You don't tell anyone about this and I won't tell them why you pissed me off," he'd said in that oh-so-sweet voice as she sat huddled in the corner. The sound of a hand hitting flesh made her cringe that first time and Jasmine bit down on her hand to keep from making a sound as she listened to her aunt plead with him not to hit her again, she'd apologize, say anything to make her mistake better. That mistake had been her putting dinner on the table a few minutes after he'd walked into the door instead of before. He'd flown off at her and nearly broken her arm that time, but she'd taken more abuse than that before. The next time had been Jasmine's turn and she remembered the fiery pain in her arm as her grabbed her, the sharp crack and her scream as he broke her arm, shaking her violently to try to stop her from crying. The pain had been excruciating and the next thing she remembered was waking up in the emergency room, her neck in a splint, arm in a cast.

A second later she was back on the couch in Bartiel's dorm room, her eyes closed tightly as she once again swallowed a sound. Scrambling off the couch to hide in one corner of the living room, Jasmine managed to hide her small body by the television, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't hold onto her knees tightly enough to hide her feet. Even as she argued with herself that Bartiel wouldn't hurt her like that a small part of her brain was screaming she needed to hide better, to find another spot where no one could see her. That way she could smother any sounds in her knees and wait it out, hide until he'd calmed down; she had to make certain he couldn't find her. If he couldn't find her everything would be alright.
 
Bartiel was practically a raving lunatic as he tried to leave, Delilah grabbing Bartiel's arm. “Let me go! Let – me – go!” he said, tempted to take a swing, but resisting the urge to lash out at his mother. He was feeling a great deal of bloodlust, and didn't even realize that Jasmine was still in the room. The only reason Delilah still existed was because she was stopping him from going out to face Abel. “Let me go, woman!” he yelled, before there was an audible smacking sound throughout the room...and Bartiel went somewhat limp, though he still stood up.

“...Are you calm, now?!” Delilah asked, a red slap mark on his cheek. “Do I have to strike my only child to calm him down, now?! Is that what it's come to?!” she said, as Bartiel mumbled something. “Well, speak up!” she raised her voice. “...You don't know...you don't know what he did to me...what he did to them...” he said, as Delilah frowned. “Bartiel, you're scaring Jasmine. Don't act like that...” she whispered, reaching up and touching Bartiel's cheek where she struck. “Don't let him rile you up. I'm sure he's learned his lesson. If he tries anything again, he'll be arrested again, and this time he won't get out,” she said, smiling, trying to reassure him.

“...Yes, but after who is raped and murdered?” he asked, his skin crawling. Slowly, he approached the TV. He found Jasmine without trying, kneeling down so as not to tower over her. “...Jasmine,” he said, speaking her name. “...I'm sorry I startled you.”
 
Jasmine winced as she heard the smack, swallowing a small sound as she hugged herself tighter and did her best to disappear into the wall. Hearing Delilah speak her name the small girl screamed in her head for the woman not to say anymore, not to draw attention to her as she pressed herself closer to the wall and the side of the television. Eyes closed tightly as she willed herself not to make a sound Jasmine knew the moment Bartiel stood over her, listening to him kneel down.

The moment he said her name the girl tensed for a blow, face hidden against her legs as a fine tremble began down her arms. Not acknowledging his presence she simply cleared her mind, holding to herself more tightly now that he was closer to her. Shaking her head slightly and scooting just enough that she was wedged half between the TV and the wall Jasmine shook her head again, shifting more so that she could tuck her heals against the bottom of her thighs, hiding herself more as panic welled in her chest.
 
Bartiel frowned softly as she seemed to be filled with terror of him. He didn't like the feeling. Approaching just a little bit closer, he moved quickly enough to wrap his arms around her balled up form, expecting to be struck. “...I'm gonna break my promise to let you tie me up,” he said, pulling away softly before trying to kiss her on the forehead before standing up. “Bartiel, don't go.” Delilah said, desperately. “Listen. There's a man with my face, and my voice, but you must never go near him. You must never listen to his lies, and you must always differentiate me from him,” he said.

“That man raped and murdered my best friend and mentor, an insecure girl who I was in love with, but never even kissed because she was a lesbian,” he said, frowning. “He did horrible things, going as far as to molest me. If you see him, run away. I...” he turned towards Delilah, glaring softly. “...Give Vision the message that Abel is out of jail, okay?” he asked, as his mother glared at him. “...Get out of my sight,” Delilah said. Bartiel turned...and left. Delilah hesitated, before she softly dropped to her knees.

“How dare you...?” she whispered.
 
Jasmine woke with a start, groaning softly as she flopped back onto the bed with sigh. Rubbing small hands over her eyes she shifted slightly, blinking against the glare of the clock's neon numbers as she checked the time. "9:30," she grumbled, rolling over and wrapping herself around a pillow as she tried to go back to sleep even as Bartiel's warning echoed through her head.

Nearly an hour later Jasmine gave up her fight to sleep, throwing off the blankets in her bed with a small sound of disgust as she stretched and began to get ready for the day. For the last ten days she'd been waiting for Bartiel to return, growing more and more anxious with every passing hour. Somehow Delilah had manged to talk Jasmine into wearing a chastity belt for the time her boyfriend was gone, just to make sure she didn't give in to any of her urges, though JAsmine knew herself well enough to know she'd have simply locked herself in her rooms and spent most of the day masturbating so she wouldn't go find someone to fuck.

Unluckily for her Delilah had failed to mention that she'd given Bartiel the key to Jasmine's chastity belt, neglecting to tell the small girl that she wouldn't even be able to take the device off long enough for her to pleasure herself. Now Jasmine was going on ten days without an orgasm and she was going insane!

"I swear to god the minute Vision calls me and tells me Bartiel is back I'm raping him," she grumbled, running a brush through her hair. The pressure and tightness low in her body had been building for days, giving Jasmine the almost insatiable urge to find Vision and have the small boy pick the lock; she'd already tried herself but she couldn't get to all the locks. The worst part about the entire situation was that the belt had a vibrating setting, something Jasmine thought might come in handy, but the chastity didn't vibrate nearly enough to allow her release nor was it tight enough to even press against her clit.

Squirming in her seat slightly Jasmine groaned and softly banged her head against the top of her vanity, cursing under her breath as she dug her nails into the hard wood and growled. "I've got to get this damn thing off," she whimpered, squirming again.
 
The irony of Jasmine speaking up was that not minutes after she spoke up, her phone rang. Vision had called Jasmine up to tell her that Bartiel had come home, although he was exausted and was going to take a nap before Jasmine came over. He also mentioned that Bartiel had left some sort of key on his bedpost, mentioning that his mother told him to give it to Jasmine the moment he got home.

As for Bartiel... he was freshly showered, and tired as hell. He lay splayed out on his red hair, sleeping wearing only a terrycloth towel, grumbling softly. He'd been awake over 24 hours at the time when he came home, and was in a much deeper sleep than usual, completely vunerable in his room. Hell, he didn't even lock his dorm room door...
 
The minute Jasmine answered her phone she grinned, lips twisted into an evil smirk as she thanked Vision for telling her before hanging up. Licking her lips and humming happily Jasmine dressed quickly, humming as she bounced about the room, collecting various things and putting them in the bag she'd assembled for Bartiel's homecoming.

It wasn't even twenty minutes before she was at his dorm, quickly distracting Vision from keeping her from Bartiel's room by telling him that one of her friends had asked him to go into town with them shopping. A moment later Jasmine slipped into Bartiel's room, making certain to lock the door as she looked over her sleeping boyfriend. For a moment, she simply stood there, taking int he sight of him stretched out on his bed before she got to work.

It wasn't long until his hands and feet were tied to the bed with only a tiny bit of slack, enough that he could move and buck up under Jasmine if he so chose. For the last ten days Jasmine had been keeping track of every orgasm she'd missed. For most girls the total wouldn't have been very high, but for Jasmine, well, she was Jasmine. In ten days she'd missed over seventy orgasms by her calculations, over one hundred and ten if she counted those she'd missed from masturbating, and Bartiel was going to have to make up for each and every one of them.

Without a sound Jasmine stripped off the little bit of clothing she'd been wearing, took the key from his bedpost to unlock of chastity belt, climbed up onto the bed, and immediately wrapped a hand around his cock. It wasn't long until she had him as hard as she needed. Climbing atop him and beginning to work her body down onto his length Jasmine gasped and moaned, eyes rolling back in her head as she dug her nails into his hips, biting into her lower lip.
 
Bartiel was deep asleep. Usually touching him would wake him up, but for now, when she touched his cock, Bartiel shiverred softly, murmurring. The only real effect was that his dream turned incredibly erotic, and his cock hardened after not terribly long. It took a good amount of time for him to get hard, although for him 'a good amount of time' was just two minutes, since he usually could get erect almost instantly. Softly, he naturally moved to try to touch himself, and to move, but he squirmed softly, pulling on his restraints.

Blurry eyes began to open as he felt Jasmine slam herself down onto him. With a light shudder, he opened his eyes as his cock throbbed dully inside of Jasmine. “...Jasmine, what are you doing? Why....mmm...why can't I move?” he asked her, panting very lightly as his hips pushed up into her, just acting on lustful instincts. His breath hitched just barely as he moved inside of her, grinding his hips up against hers'.

“...Lemme go,” Bartiel said, although he was moaning very softly as well.
 
Jasmine let out a happy moan as he pushed up into her, slamming herself down harder onto him as a small sound pushed from her throat. "Hello love," she rolled, rolling her hips, breath hitching for a moment as her back arched and she bit into her lower lip, forcing herself down harder. "If you have to ask....what I'm doing...then you didn't pay....attention during sex ed," she moaned softly, digging her nails into his hips as she began to bounce quickly.

"And you're not getting up." Rolling her hips again and forcing herself down harder Jasmine lifted up until only the tip of him was left inside her body. "You didn't call," she said, slamming herself down before lifting again, "I didn't know where you were -bounce- and I've been with sex -bounce- for almost a week -bounce." Moaning happily and rolling her hips again Jasmine stopped long enough to lean forward and look down at him.

"You have lots to make up for, and until you've caught me up on all 110 orgasms that I've missed, you're not going anywhere." Purring sweetly she leaned up to give him a soft kiss before she slammed herself down again and moaned.
 
As Bartiel began to wake up, his muscles throbbed softly, as his eyes blurred. 'I haven't slept in a day', he almost said, although when she told him he wasn't getting up, Bartiel bit his lip, his hips involentarily moving upwards. As she bounced onto him, he panted softly, glancing away at her accusations of not calling. Of course he didn't call, he was on, for all intents and purposes, a vital mission.

Not to mention that Bartiel was feeling rather dark. He needed to talk to Jasmine. He had been feeling unsure about their relationship – all they'd really done was have sex, and Jasmine was in danger associating with him while his sociopathic brother was on the loose. He didn't want to endanger her... not to mention that he was willing to go to jail to protect his loved ones.

Then he heard the number. “O-one hundred and ten?! Are you kidd...” he moaned, his hips pushing up into hers' as he began to pant, very softly. “...I have something im...portant I need to say,” he said, although his mind was beginning to cloud as his hips rolled up against hers after she kissed him, his back arching softly as his cock began to pulse harder.
 
"Tell me later," was all Jasmine managed to gasp before she came for the first time in nearly a week. Crying out and bucking harder she panted and moaned, eyes rolling back in her head as her spine arched, head falling back as she dug small nails into his stomach. Walls convulsing the small girl whimpered and purred, panting as pleasure rushed through her body. Instead of stopping once she came Jasmine continued to bounce and writhe, forcing herself down harder before rocking back and forth, rolling her hips again as another orgasm built quickly.

Panting heavily and letting out low sounds between breaths she bit into her lower lip, lips parting in silent moans as she continued to move, panting and mewing as she moaned his name softly. For the time being Jasmine had only one thing on her mind, sex. After she'd worn herself out then she'd hear anything Bartiel had to say, until then, she was focused on her goal and he was just going to have to deal with it.

"Once I'm worn out then you can sleep," she panted, swallowing hard as a low groan pushed from her chest, a small whimper following not long after.
 
Th-this is rape! he thought to himself. He didn't consent to this. But some part of his brain thought that she would say 'What are you talking about, 'rape'? By agreeing to date me, you agreed to this. Didn't you read the fine print'? So he stayed shut up. They'd definitely have to have a talk, and part of that talk, even if he did abandon his idea of ditching her for her safety, they'd have to have a 'Rape is not okay' talk. ...Just the thought of that confused him.

Bartiel panted as he felt her cum around him, groaning as his cock pulsed up into him, looking her as she said that he could tell her later. He shuddered as her nails dug into him, panting as he felt her rolling her hips, never stopping. As she moved, he heard her moaning his name, hearing it in the syllables which she let out as she said that he could sleep once she was worn out. Biting his lower lip, his hips bucked up as he let out a gasp. “A-ah!” he moaned out, feeling his cock twitching, the muscles finally really beginning to 'wake up'.

“Please, slow down!” he pleaded. If she kept going so fast he might cum.
 
"So close though," Jasmine moaned, punctuating each word with a thrust as she came closer and closer to her second orgasm. Rolling her hips again and gasping sharply she moaned louder, bouncing harder for a moment before she came again. Screaming and arching she whimpered softly in the back of her throat and clung to his hips, panting and she let out a mew and whimper. Hips rolling again she rocked back and forth for a second, lying back slightly so she could use the muscles in her arms and legs to thrust herself forward, moaning and whimpering happily as she continued. hips rising and falling quickly Jasmine panted, moaning and whimpering softly in the back of her throat as she continued on.

If he came quickly that simply meant she'd have to find another body part to satisfy her, and Jasmine was more than happy to take her position over Bartiel's head, but before she could do that there were a few things she wanted to grab from her bag. Those thoughts shattered into a million pieces as her breathing changed again, muscles tightening and spasming as she came again. For Jasmine the first and second orgasms were always the hardest to bring, but after that she could continue to cum until her partner was spent or she finally collapsed, something that Bartiel didn't yet know.
 
Bartiel gasped and moaned as she thrusted herself down on him. Groaning, he tried to struggle, tried to move but couldn't, his arms and legs tied embarassingly. He felt humiliated, like he did when Jasmine took him the first time as she rocked onto him, gasping softly as she pushed onto him. His cock pulsed and throbbed. He wasn't nearly as close to cumming as he had said, having not spent all week desperately trying to relieve himself as she laid back, giving him a good look of his cock disappearing into her body as he tensed all over.

“Nn...it feels good, but you have to stop...” he said, panting hard as he felt Jasmine's breathing change, feeling his cock twitching and pulsing inside of her. She was cumming quickly today, almost from the moment she slipped onto his body. His fingers, able to move still gripped the bedsheet as he groaned, letting his head roll to the side as his eyes closed, cheeks completely flushed. “Jasmine,” he said her name, pushing up into her softly. He would feel terrible if he came now, inside of her with these dark thoughts which were treasonous to their relationship, but if she kept going he might not have a choice.
 
Jasmine didn't stop when he asked her to, instead she slammed her hips down harder as she sat back up. Giving him a slap she growled and leaned over his body, wrapping small hands around his throat as she put her face right above his. "You don't tell me what to do," she growled, driving her hips down harder. "I was promised that I'd be able to tie you down and you left. It's my turn." As her hands tightened around his throat she let her head fall back, forcing her hips down harder so that his entire length disappeared into her body. Crying out and pressing her nails against his flesh Jasmine groaned happily, drawing one hand down his body as the other remained firmly pressed to his throat.

Another orgasm rocking her body the small girl atop him writhed, crying out as she came again and again, one orgasm following on the tails of the previous until she couldn't take anymore. Pulling herself up off his body with a low sound she shifted her position, immediately pressing her dripping lips to his mouth as she reached into her bag. Without a word she wrapped a collar around his neck, tightening it securely before she pulled a small cat-o-nine from the bag. Giving his chest and stomach a hard smack with the tails of the whip Jasmine wrapped a small hand tightly around the base of his cock, squeezing hard and fast for a moment.

"Eat my pussy," she demanded.
 
Bartiel looked up at her as she slapped him, hissing painfully as she said that he left. “I did what I...” he couldn't breathe properly, a soft choking sound escaping his throat, except the tiniest of moans. She wasn't completely cutting off his air, but he had to try his hardest to speak as he felt her pussy wrap completely around his flesh, consuming every bit of the throbbing muscle. Bucking up into Jasmine without trying, Bartiel panted hard as one hand drew down his body. As she came a third time, Bartiel moaned, bucking up into her, feeling himself about to cum, even though he didn't want to.

As she pressed the tripping lips of her pussy to his mouth, Bartiel squirmed, struggling to get away, to be able to breathe deeper as his cock calmed down slightly before he felt her wrap her hand around the base of his cock. He yelped softly as she gripped him so tightly, before he got the order to eat her out. Bartiel wanted to talk, not fuck her, so he was rather defiant. “Make me,” was all he said, struggling to get free.
 
Removing her hand from around his throat Jasmine looked down at him and purred sweetly, softly running small hands along his shaft before she spoke. "Either do it or I'm going to sit on your face until you either suffocate or give in," she purred sweetly, giving his cock another squeeze before she pulled a small cock ring from her bag. Adjusting slightly and wrapping the ring around his cock she hummed, sitting up as she pulled a small device from the bag and unclipped his collar, sliding the device on before tightening it again.

"Or, better yet, every time you disobey I'll shock you. After the third time you tell me 'no' I'll shock your cock. Either way I'll get mine in the end." Looking down at him she giggled, purring as she wiggled her hips before rubbing her sex along his lips. "Decide," she purred in a singsong voice before trailing the tip of her tongue along his shaft, idly running the edge of short, sharp nails along his thighs.
 
Bartiel blinked as she seemed to softly run her hands along his shaft, being gentle. He didn't like where this was going. Still, suddenly she pulled a cock ring out. When she slipped the device onto his collar, Bartiel squirmed as she said that she would... she said that she would shock him? Bartiel's body grew tense as fear grew in his mind. To be shocked. No, no, no, he didn't want to be shocked again... his body went rigid and he almost cried out, 'Please, anything!'. But he didn't. He focused himself, breathing in and out. Jasmine knew of his fear of electophobia. Just about everyone did. She wouldn't use that against him. She was smitten with him.

“It's...” he paused, the fear still evident in his voice. Her sex tasted wonderful as it ran along her lips, but he didn't just open his mouth and obey. She needed to listen to him, not try to trick him into eating her out when he wasn't going to. “It's not true,” he said, holding his ground. He shiverred as the tip of her tounge ran along his shaft, completely soaked by her juices and his precum. Biting his lip, he held his ground as he felt her nails lightly almost tickle his thighs. “You're bluffing, Jasmine. You wouldn't shock me.”
 
Continuing to softly lap at his cock Jasmine purred when he said she'd not shock him. "That's one," she purred, continuing to play her nails along his flesh before she wrapped her mouth around the tip of his cock. Instantly she began to suck hard and fast, nibbling on his tip as her tongue rolled around the sensitive flesh. "If you make it to two I really will shock you," she said softly, lips brushing along his length as her hips began wiggling over his face.

"If you really think I'm bluffing then say it again, c'mon, I dare you." Softly running her teeth along his cock she purred. Trailing the small whip along his thighs Jasmine smiled, turning her head so she could look back at him. "I can't hear you," she taunted, pulling the small remote from the bag and holding it where he could see it.
 
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