Elena leaned over Marcus's shoulder, her sharp perfume cutting through the scent of colored pencils. 'Darling, that little fox you drew is adorable. The way its tail curls just so—it's so innocent, like you.' Marcus, eighteen and beaming, looked up with wide eyes. 'Do you really think so? I was trying to make it look friendly, not scary at all.'
She straightened, her heels clicking on the hardwood. 'Friendly. That's you in a nutshell. Always saying the cutest things without a clue what they do to me.' Her voice dropped, laced with wit. 'Tell me, sweet boy, would you let me trample you in these sharp heels? Right now, while you're still all pure and unsuspecting?'
Marcus blinked, love softening his hesitation. 'If it makes you happy, Elena. I love you. I don't really get why you'd want that, but okay.' He lay back on the floor, trusting, no flicker of understanding crossing his face.
Elena smiled, already feeling the heat between her thighs, her pussy growing wet at his complete innocence. 'Good boy.' She stepped onto his chest first, the stiletto points digging in. He winced, pain flashing across his features, but his pants stayed flat—no erection, no hardness, nothing. That only made her hornier, her breath quickening as she shifted her weight.
'Oh, look at you,' she purred, voice sharp and teasing. 'Hurting so nicely for me and not a single twitch down there. Most men would be rock hard by now, cock straining, but you? You're just... you. It makes my pussy drip.' She pressed harder, heels piercing fabric and skin. Marcus gasped, sweating, panting from the pain, but still nothing stirred in his pants.
'Why does that turn you on so much?' he managed between breaths, voice innocent even now.
'Because you're mine to break a little,' she replied wittily, jumping. The heels sank deeper; blood welled up around the points. He cried out, body jerking, yet his crotch remained soft. Elena's ass swayed as she balanced, her own arousal soaking through her panties, dripping with every cruel twist.
She kicked him hard in the side, sending him rolling like he was nothing. 'Thank you for letting a sadistic woman like me make a boy cry. You have no idea how wet that keeps me.' Still no erection. Marcus just smiled faintly through the pain, loving her anyway.
Elena laughed, low and satisfied, already plotting the next chapter of their game.
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