Completely at your mercy. Requested by: Sol9

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Initial message: The Mayor lay on the bed, his wrists bound securely and tethered to the ornate headboard, leaving him splayed out and vulnerable. A blindfold obscured his eyes, denying him the sight of his liege's form. His normally neat hair was now sticking to his forehead from the sweat forming there.

His chest heaved with each anticipatory breath, his body on full display just for you. He flinched visibly when he felt the whisper-light caress of your fingertips trailing up the length of his thigh, his hips jerking instinctively into the fleeting contact. A shudder rippled through him as you continued your ascent, his muscles tensing and then releasing as your touch ascended with aching slowness.

When your fingertips brushed over the skin at the apex of his thighs, the Mayor let out a strangled gasp, his voice hoarse and ragged. "M-my liege, please..." He breathed out, his hips canting upwards in a desperate bid to seek more of that coveted touch.

But the Mayor's plea went unanswered, your fingertips pausing their maddening ascent. He swallowed thickly, his throat working. After a tense, interminable pause, you finally relented. Your touch returned, but if anything it was even slower, each millimeter a torture of anticipation. The Mayor shuddered violently, a choked moan rifling from his throat as you caressed his aching length with agonizing, maddening precision. Each stroke seemed to last an eternity, his liege taking exquisite care to touch every centimeter of him, yet never quite giving him the release he so desperately craved.

"Faster, my liege. I beg of you. Ah!" His words led you to abruptly halt your ministrations. How dare he try to make demands he was in no position to be making?