Chapter 280 Long.

Chapter 280: 280 Long.

"That," I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, "was your treat. Now you get to show me how grateful you are."

She didn’t need telling twice. Psyren scrambled off the bed and onto her knees in front of me, eyes glassy with leftover orgasm and fresh hunger.

Her hands went straight to my belt. The buckle clicked open; my jeans and boxers were shoved down in one impatient motion.

My cock sprang free, already thick and aching from the taste of her, and she made a soft, reverent sound as she wrapped both hands around it.

"Mmm. There it is," she moaned, stroking me from root to tip, then leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses along the underside. "That’s what I need."

"Taking your time though," I grunted, even as my hand settled in her hair.

"Absolutely," Psyren said, giving me a wink that still had hearts glowing in it. "I’m gonna enjoy this."

She opened her mouth and took me deep in one smooth slide. Heat and wet pressure swallowed me; the head of my cock nudged the back of her throat and she hummed in pure delight.

I groaned, head tipping back, one hand bracing on the edge of the bed while the other stayed tangled in her hair. Psyren’s lashes fluttered.

She started slow—long, lazy strokes of her lips, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing just enough to make my knees threaten to buckle.

Every few seconds she would pull off just far enough to kiss the tip, look up at me with those glowing hearts, and then sink back down like she was starving for it.

I let her set the pace for a while, enjoying the view—the way her lips stretched around me, the wet shine on her chin, the way her free hand had already slipped between her own legs again to rub her still-sensitive clit.

But the longer she worked, the harder it became to stay still. My magnetic power stirred restlessly.

I focused on the silver bars piercing her nipples and made them vibrate—just a low, constant thrum at first.

Psyren jolted, nearly choking, a muffled moan vibrating around my cock.

Her eyes watered; she sped up, bobbing faster, both hands now braced on my thighs as she took me deeper.

I increased the vibration, pulsing it in time with the strokes of her mouth. She whimpered, thighs pressing together, and the pink psychic haze around her head flickered like a dying star.

"Fucking hell," I gasped, resting both hands on her head now, guiding her without forcing. "Goddamn, Psyren. That is so fucking good."

She hummed again, the sound pure sin, and I felt the first warning pulse of orgasm building low in my spine.

I could have finished right there, spilled down her throat and called it a night.

Instead I tugged her hair gently, pulling her off me with a wet pop. A thin string of saliva connected her lower lip to the head of my cock for a second before it broke.

Psyren licked her lips, smirking up at me, breathing hard. "Did I do good, boss?"

"Damn right you did." My voice came out rough. "But we’re not done. Up. On the bed. Ass in the air."

She scrambled to obey, climbing onto the mattress on all fours, looking back over her shoulder with pure need written across her face.

I opened the drawer I’d noticed earlier and pulled out the leash—black leather, heavy metal studs, a solid clip at the end. Psyren’s eyes locked on it and her whole body shivered.

"Why, what’s this?" I said, dangling it so the metal caught the neon light. "A leash? Maybe for Nibbles, hm?"

"N-no," she whispered, breasts heaving.

"No?" I let my power lift the clip, making it sway like a living thing. "Then why did you buy it, Psyren? Were you thinking of getting me a dog? A nice bitch in need of training?"

Her thighs pressed together; a fresh trickle of wetness slid down the inside of one. "M-maybe," she breathed.

"Is that right?" The clip floated forward, opened, and settled around the metal ring on her collar with a decisive click. Psyren’s breath left her in a rush.

I took the other end of the leash in my hand and gave a testing tug. She arched beautifully.

"Turn around properly. Ass higher."

She obeyed instantly, cheek pressed to the sheets, back arched, presenting that perfect round ass and the slick, flushed folds between her legs.

I stepped up behind her, still holding the leash, and rubbed the head of my cock along her slit, coating myself in her wetness.

"Fuck, but you want this," I growled.

"Yesssss boss," she moaned, pushing back against me.

"What a naughty girl." I eased forward just enough to notch the tip inside her. "Beg for it properly."

"Please—please fuck me—I’ve been so bad—need your cock—need it hard—please, Master—"

I thrust in to the hilt in one smooth motion. Psyren cried out, the sound half scream, half sob of pure relief.

Her pussy clenched around me, still sensitive from the earlier orgasm, and the sensation was almost enough to finish me on the spot.

I gripped her hips, leash held taut in one hand, and started to move—long, deep strokes that dragged every inch of me against her walls.

The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Psyren’s moans rose higher with every thrust. I used the leash to pull her head back just enough to change the angle, making her take me deeper, and the new position made her babble.

"Yes—fuck me, boss—oh fuck—I’ve been bad—sooooo baaaaad—punish me—harder—ah—yes—Master—choke me—fuck me—oh—oh—ohhhhhh—"

I released the leash just enough to free one hand and brought it down hard on her ass. The sharp crack made her jolt and squeeze tighter around me.

I spanked her again, and again, leaving pink handprints while my hips never stopped moving. My magnetic power went back to her nipple piercings, vibrating them in short, intense bursts that made her writhe.

Pink psychokinetic energy flared around her head like a crown; a few of the floating plushies started spinning lazily in the air again.

I leaned over her, chest to her back, and reached around to rub tight circles on her clit with two fingers. Psyren’s voice broke into high, desperate cries.

Her second orgasm hit like a truck—she clamped down so hard I saw stars, body shaking, a flood of wetness soaking the sheets beneath us.

The psychic aura exploded outward in a soft shockwave that rattled the neon lights and made every loose piece of metal in the room vibrate in sympathy.

That was all it took. I buried myself to the hilt and came with a broken groan, pulsing deep inside her, filling her in thick, heavy spurts while her pussy milked me for every drop.

I kept rocking through it, dragging the pleasure out until both of us were trembling and oversensitive.

Only then did I loosen my hold on the leash and carefully ease out of her. Psyren collapsed forward onto the bed, ass still raised for a second before her legs gave out completely.

She rolled onto her side, chest rising and falling hard, a blissed-out smile on her face and a smear of my cum already starting to leak from her.

"Oh boss," she groaned, voice hoarse. "That was soooo good."

"Worth the wait?" I asked, dropping the leash and stretching out beside her.

She giggled, the sound soft and sated. "Soooo much."

I leaned down and kissed her cheek, then the corner of her mouth. Psyren wriggled closer immediately, tucking herself against my chest like she belonged there.

I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in, feeling the residual tremors still running through her body. My magnetic sense quietly quieted the vibrating piercings; the floating plushies settled back onto the mattress one by one.

Psyren purred, a soft, contented sound, and nuzzled under my chin. "Can your bad girl get some cuddles now, boss?" she asked, almost shyly despite everything we’d just done.

"Absolutely," I told her, stroking slow circles on her back. "As long as you want."

She hummed happily and pressed closer, one leg draping over mine.

I could stay right here a little longer.