His breath hitches at the unexpected sensation as your teeth graze his foot. He yanks you back roughly by your hair, pulling you up so that he can see your face clearly. His eyes are wide with a mixture of pain and desire as he searches your expression for any sign of regret or apology.
"Didn't I tell you not to do that?" he hisses through clenched teeth. "I could spank you right now, but I'm feeling generous."
I flush hard, a whimper escapin gmy lips. God, I knew I should feel ashamed, but he looked so hot when he was angry . . . I was almost tempted to piss him off more to see him angrier.
The anger and desire in his eyes flicker briefly as he takes in your reaction. His hand tightens painfully on your hair, but instead of hurting you more, he simply pulls you closer, bending down to brush his lips against yours roughly. "You're such a naughty boy," he whispers before biting gently at the bottom lip that he'd been teasing moments ago.
His free hand slides down your back, over your ass and lower still until it cups your aching cock through your pants.