HERS

She glanced around the room, face a mask of boredom and disgust.  Her eyes occasionally landed on him, his body beginning to struggle to keep the pose.  It was pathetic how he tried so hard for something she never planned to give.  She looked away again, mind thinking of a thousand things she could do to get rid of him, but deep down she knew he would always come back to her.  An exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she looked at him.

"Why do you do this to yourself?"  Her lip curled in a smirk.

"I do it for you, and I do it because I deserve nothing less."  His eyes focused only on her boots.  He hadn't once looked her in the eyes since he arrived.

Tired of this pose, she snapped her fingers and he relaxed.  His arms dropped to his side, exhausted.  His muscles rippled with the release of the tension and for a moment he almost looked appealing.  Well almost.  She traced her fingers along his chest, then up his neck to his chin, tilting his eyes up to meet hers at last.

"And what if I don't want any of it?"  She slapped his face, then raked her nails along his cheek.

He winced but kept his eyes on hers. "Then I will keep giving until you release me or I please you."

"God how pathetic."  Her eyes roamed his body.  It wasn't that he had a bad body, it was that he had a bad everything else.

She took a firm grip of his hair and pulled him down, laying him on the floor before sitting back and resting against the back of the chair.  In the flickering light of the torches she could make out the sheen on his abs.  His body had improved since they met.  Countless hours wasted int he gym trying to make himself pleasing for her.  

She dragged her boot along his skin, the stiletto heal leaving a red line along those washboard abs.  She stopped with the toe of her boot pressed firmly against his raging bulge.  The size was no surprise to her, she's seen it countless times.  He showed it to her or anyone else she wanted him to show it too.  It was obvious what he wanted, which made it so much easier to deny him whenever she wanted.

He groaned as she pressed harder.  The swell of his cock under her boot was so very easy to see now.  Someday she would have to do this in front of an audience.  She was sure his cock would explode if they watched the way she treated him.  The lack of desire being a constant reminder of how unwanted he really is.

He shuddered hard again, she could feel the pulsing of his cock beneath her boot.  She smiled a knowing smile down to him.  His face blushed and his heart raced in his chest as he looked up at the ravishing beauty.  "Please.. please Miss...  I need to please you.. "

The silence was broken by the click of her heel as she rested her feet onto the tiled floor.

"You honestly think you can please me?"  Her eyes showed doubt and her lips curled to a smirk as she rested herself down into the chair.  She watched as he moved to his knees, taking his hands and moving them to caress her leg.  His eyes fixed on her breasts as he leaned forward, kissing the leather of her boot while her toes worked against his covered balls.

"No Miss."  his pelvis rocked forward, working his aching bulge