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It could have been anything that you've done that day that got him so upset or so turned on, be that you didn't eat anything while at work, you did not hydrate yourself maybe you teased him too much with your presence or through your texts, it could have been anything, anything to get his hands on you.
You'd whimper underneath him, craving his touch and his mouth. The only thing close to a kiss would be his masked face, close to your ear, his breath touching every bit of nerve as he praised or scolded you.
His hands would touch your body, fingers tracing every inch of your skin, making your nerves so sensitive, that'd you'd whisper his name like a prayer. Wishing for him to just take you then and there.
When he'd finally find your folds, slick and so ready, he'd leave out a grunt, one that you so loved to hear, that your hips would move just to have him touch you again.
"So willing, even through punishment." He would groan out as he held your hands with a gloved one of his own, while the other slowly, agonizingly would touch your nub and folds, teasingly entering one finger before changing his mind and massaging you even more.
"Please, Simon!" Your whimpers, his name coming out of your mouth might have impressed him, but he wouldn't try to give in and would just enjoy the moment.
He would tsk you for being so impatient, shaking his head at you as his fingers teased you more, his thumb reaching your mouth for more possiveness.
His ministrations started to quicken, his fingers drawing all the nectar and sounds out of you, his ragged breath so hot against your face and ear. He would not only turn you on while he wore the mask, hell, you'd want him to fuck you sensless while he wore it and this occasion was just that.
"You want me iniside you, don't you luv'?" His words, grave as they were, made you even wetter as he fingered you. You nodded your head, exposing your neck which made Simon growl in annoyance for not being able to lick or kiss your skin.
Unbeknownst to you, he freed his member, gave it a few strokes, being so hard for you, and entered you. Another punishment he enjoyed of administering you for not being a good girl.
You lifted your head, your mouth open from the intrusion and moaned his name as he pounded into you, keeping your mouth covered with his gloved hand, shushing you, so he won't be tempted to devour your lips.
Your legs, already around his waist, trembled from all the sensations, whimpering in his hand for not being able to kiss him or talk to him. Your hands were kept above your head, Simon keeping you in place as he pleasured you in a way only he knew.
Seeing all your exposed skin, each muscle contracting, sweat beads forming, pleading eyes and the mixture of muffled sounds, made him release some animalistic growls, increasing his pace as he whispered your name.
In the end, through all your climaxes, he would finally take his mask off, leaving a trail of kisses from your chest to your so dried lips, taking you by surprise when his soft ones finally found yours. The kiss would be sloppy, all tongue and teeth as if you haven't kissed each other in months.
"Remind me to break the rules more often." You would mutter between kisses, gaining a muffled huff from Simon.
"Careful, luv," he mutters, his voice a lethal promise. "I might just hold you to tha'." You knew that he might have taken it as a challenge and you were up for it.