My brain doesn't register the pull on my scalp as pain. It only feels pleasure and I shiver from it. I whimper at his words and lick my lips again, savoring the taste lingering there. I knows the rules of the games we play, though, and I do as instructed, climbing back onto his thighs to resume stroking his cock in aching slow motions.

A wicked grin curves my lips as I slick my hands along his cock, thinking of the dream I had the night before to keep myself from speeding up again.