"Oh, good boy," she said, and he blushed from his ears to his chest.

"don't," but oh, it was hard to tell lies when you were naked, wasn't it?

Fisk pulled out and met her eyes when Matt whined at the loss: she loved to watch him like this, disheveled and careful and having so much fun. His voice came out lower than normal, when he said "You know we stop if you say no, sweetheart," and Matt growled.

She bit her lip; poor thing. He really had no chance, because all they had to do was wait him out. What a pleasant wait it was, honestly: the view was delightful.

"...don't stop," Matt muttered into the sheets. Sweat shone at his temples.

She had to admit, she was always tempted to push a little more, to see how often she could make him ask, or how sweetly he would moan if she refused him, but Wilson had convinced her: every time he says yes, he'd said. That's how you get them saying yes to everything you ask.

He'd been right so far, after all.



(y'all, OP is right, we need this dynamic but in a non-naked setting, somebody really should give it a shot!)