Beg that she at least kiss you if she's going to leave you locked up
From Create Your Own Story
"If you will leave me here, stuck like some criminal, would you at least let me taste your divine lips? Please?" you beg.
She walks back over, a calm strut, pausing just out of your reach, before she approaches. "You don't give up, do you?" she whispers with sudden heat, and presses her body against yours in a way that makes your cock twitch. She moans at the feel of your moving, and her hands find yours, nails digging into your flesh as her tongue thrusts into your mouth.
She pulls back again, laughing. "There. Now I suppose I leave you here. That was the agreement." she says with a cruel smile as she walks back to the door. "Unless..." she trails off, one foot already out.
"Unless?" you ask. You're not sure what she wants, but you know she's getting off on this.
"I don't suppose you meant to force me. That wouldn't have turned out well for you - we both know that. I did not become a guard with such weakness. So the only thing to punish is your silver tongue. Therefore, I will have to put it to good use."
Jezebel removes her clothes, slowly, stripping for you and smiling at your writing against the wall. She lays a cloak out on the floor, clothes in a pile beside it.
You're confused; confused as to how things ended up this way, but more confused about whether or not you like it. You strain against your breeches, that is for sure.
Jezebel unlocks the heavy padlock keeping the chains of the shackles against the wall, and takes them in one hand, tugging at them, leading you. She pulls you down, against her, and lies down on her cloak, pulling the chains with her.
Her hands push your head against her and you oblige, finally understanding, tongue snaking out to lick along her lips as she moans. Her hands feel your hair, gripping, pulling you closer. You slide your hands up, feeling her taut belly, and caressing her smooth skin, feeling her nipples. She grows louder in her pleasure, and you know she is close.
She pulls you by the chain onto her, and rolls over so that she is on top of you.
"This is what you wanted? Isn't it?" she says as she removes your clothes, and strokes you once you are naked.
"Yes! Yes." you moan in pleasure.
"Yes, mistress." she corrects. Her lips find yours again as she continues; finally she sits on top of you, fits your head against her warm body, and pushes down.
You buck against her when you enter her, feeling her warmth around you, and she rides you furiously. Fast and forcefully she bounces, screaming while you play with her tits. It's heavenly, the way she pulses around your cock, the way her body writhes against yours, the way her skin rubs your. She continues this, faster and fast, until finally she slams down and quivers against you, wetness spilling out around you onto your body.
She rolls off you, breathing heavy, and her hand finds your dick, playing with the sensitive head. "Beg for me." she demands of you.
"Let me cum. Please, let me cum." you whisper, knowing how she gets off on it, and her hand moves in a blur up and down until you groan and spurt onto your own chest. She reaches her head down and licks up the trail of the cum on your chest.
You both lie there for a moment. "I do still have a job to do." she mutters, and after a minute, despite your objections, she dresses herself.
You do the same.
"So..." she smiles at you, and kisses your cheek. "Did you have any real business down here, or did you come just to cum?"
