Hannah rested against him, golden lashes splayed out prettily over her cheeks. Miles stroked the back of his knuckles down her side, soothing, listening to her breathing even out.
She wasn't asleep. Now and then her eyes would flutter open to fix unseeing on the television screen, then slide closed again. She made no move to try and get away, her limbs lax and still draped where Miles had arranged them.
The pre-game show was ending, and it was nearly time for the first pitch. Miles had given her rest enough - it had been hours since Jackson left. She'd cried silently for some time, face pressed into his neck and her hands fisted in his shirt like he was her only lifeline. Then Hannah had settled into this, pliant and sleepy, worn out from her ordeal.
Miles skimmed his knuckles down lower and pressed the base of the plug in her ass. Hannah gasped. She tipped her head back, pleading with wide eyes.
"The game is about to start. Now, I love baseball - especially love the Yankees - but I'll allow that it loses something when you're not at the ballpark. I have an idea for how we might entertain each other through the commercials." He patted his thigh and hooked his fingers in her collar, tugging her up from where she was sprawled. "Up in my lap. Face the TV."
Hannah bit her lip, swallowing hard, and looked like she might cry again - but she did what she was told, crawling shakily into Miles' lap. Her knees rested on either side of his thighs on the couch, and Miles gently guided her head back to lay on his shoulder. His dick lay soft against his thigh, not quite hard yet, but he would get there just from the way she squirmed and shifted and tried to get comfortable. The position would put pressure on the plug in her ass, reminding her of what was still inside her.
Miles hooked his chin over her shoulder and draped an arm around her waist, holding her close. Hannah's quick, frightened breaths settled into something deeper and slower, some of the quivering in her muscles relaxing. Miles stroked a hand over her stomach, up to her breasts, ran a thumb over the smooth line of her neck. He kept his touch light and gentle, but always present, running his hand over her skin with an air of casual ownership.
Hannah jumped every time his fingers brushed over her nipples or her clit. Her face was buried in his neck, like she could hide from him if she couldn't see him or didn't have to look at him. Miles chose not to admonish her for it; she'd had a hard day, and the point of this was re-establishing himself as a preferable alternative to what she'd just experienced.
By the time they had gotten done singing the anthem and the first inning started, Miles was half-hard from the little hitches of Hannah's hips every time he touched her. He wrapped his hands around Hannah's thighs and nudged, a smile curling over his lips when she lifted up without even a verbal order. Miles tucked the head of his cock against her pussy and slowly fed it into her as she lowered back down. He felt wetness against his neck - crying again.
"Shhh," he said, soothing. He guided Hannah down to sit on his cock, spread open over his thighs, and resumed his gentle stroking. "I'm not going to ask you to do anything. Just stay where I put you like a good girl and keep my cock warm while I watch."
Hannah let out a shuddering sigh, something that sounded to him like relief. He let her have it. Her pussy was warm and wet around him, a delicious sensation especially combined with the persistent little twitches she made when he touched her. His cock was thickening into full hardness inside her - it was shockingly intimate. Miles wondered if she felt the same way, or if she was still trying not to think about what her life had become.
At the first commercial, Miles threaded his hand through Hannah's hair and pulled her face away from the crook of his neck, turning her head to the side so he could lick over the pulse at her throat. He rested his lips there and pressed his thumb against her clit, working it in slow, firm circles. Hannah tightened around him, her pulse fluttering rapidly against his lips and her breathing going shallow. "You won't come without permission, will you?"
"No, master," Hannah whispered, apparently done with all of her defiance for the day. Miles was under no illusions - it would return, likely at a time when he least expected it, when she thought he'd grown complacent. For now, though, he would enjoy her obedience and reward it.
"Good girl." He kissed her neck and let his hand drift away from her clit, instead closing his fingers around her hips and rocking slowly in and out of her, keeping one eye on the television. He was mostly grinding his cock inside her, his hips rolling in circles as he held her in place. Hannah was practically boneless against him, her hands resting limply on her knees. When the commercials ended and the game came back on, Miles stopped moving his hips and resumed his slow fondling of her body.
He kept up the cycle for the first four innings - while the game was on, Miles let his cock rest inside her and his hands roam over her body. He made a mental note of all the sensitive places he found - the crook of her neck, the hollows of her hips, the undersides of her breasts - and made sure to focus his attentions there more often than not. At commercial, he gripped her hips and fucked her slowly, sometimes thumbing her clit at the same time. It made her clench down around him and shake.
The fifth inning stretched on longer than Miles expected. He wasn't a young man anymore, and he'd already come twice in one day - his erection started to soften, still enveloped by the wet heat of Hannah's body but no longer as hard or as urgent as it had been before. Miles ignored it, unconcerned with his own pleasure for the moment, and turned all his attention to Hannah.
At some point, Hannah's eyes slid open, glassy and staring fixedly at the television without seeing it. She still worried her lip between her teeth, making it wet and swollen red. Miles was tempted to have those lips wrapped around his cock again, but he didn't want to ruin the way she felt right now. He gave her tenderness and praise, whispering how beautiful she was and how good she felt, how lovely and obedient she was being for him. He cupped her breasts, brushing over her nipples with his thumbs.
Hannah gasped, and Miles couldn't resist turning her face toward him and easing his mouth over hers. It was the first time he'd kissed her. Her lips stayed parted, soft and wet, and Miles slid his tongue into her mouth, huffing an amused breath through his nose when she flattened her own tongue against the bottom of her mouth in an effort to keep from touching him. He pinched her nipples for that, tugging them sharply away from her body and making her whine into his mouth.
"My gorgeous thing," he said against her mouth, then tipped her head up so he could bite at her throat above the collar, leaving sucking, red marks on her pale skin.
Hannah started to squirm on his cock. Miles slapped her lightly on the thigh and she went still, but he saw her hands tighten on her knees, fingernails digging into the skin. He kissed her neck, her cheek, and breathed softly in her ear, "What is it, darling?"
Hannah shook her head, her jaw tight, watching the game like she was interested in it now. Miles was getting hard again, and he knew she could feel it from the way her thighs tensed and her pussy tightened around him. Miles resumed the movements of his mouth on her neck, nipping at the tender skin, licking over the bruises he'd sucked on the smooth surface.
Her throat vibrated under his lips, a soft oh she tried to swallow. Miles stroked his fingers along her windpipe, his other hand drifting lower to splay over her belly and hold her in place while he circled his hips, grinding his cock inside her. Hannah's breath huffed out of her and she made another soft noise like she was choking back a moan.
"Are you close? Is that what this is?" Miles let his hand slide down to her wet cunt, rubbing firm and quick over her clit. "You know you need to ask permission."
Hannah's jaw clenched. Miles could feel her body tense against him, shuddering. His hand rested on her throat like a promise, feeling every tiny noise she let loose. Her fingernails left red stripes along her thighs, and then she let out a harsh, sobbing sound that might have been a moan if she had let herself. A rush of slick wetness coated Miles's fingers.
Miles let out a long, frustrated sigh. "I thought we had gotten over this and you were going to be obedient." He lifted Hannah off his cock and she flinched, watching him sideways through her lashes but still not saying a word. Miles shoved the coffee table away from the couch with his foot. "Hands and knees. You're going to keep earning punishments until you do what you're told."
For a long, hesitant moment, Hannah didn't move. Her lip quivered like she might cry but her eyes were dry and burning with impotent hatred. Miles didn't mind that - especially not when she slid off the couch and got down in front of it as she'd been told. So. She was willing to obey as long as he didn't make her humiliate herself by begging. Miles spread the cheeks of her ass and gripped the base of the plug, twisting and tugging.
That finally provoked a verbal reaction. "No, please-" Hannah sounded wretched.
"You wouldn't have earned this if you'd asked permission," Miles said. He wasn't gentle about pulling the plug free, and he wasn't gentle about tugging her hips up, lining up his cock, and stuffing the head of it into her hole, either. "You don't even deserve to be fucked, you've behaved so badly. Brat."
Miles wrapped one hand around his shaft, the other gripping a firm handful of Hannah's ass, and started to stroke, slowly, his knuckles brushing over her soft skin as his hand bumped against her. It was hard not to just fuck her, driving into the tight clutch of her ass. Her hole twitched around the head of his cock - she had to still be sore. Really, she should be thanking him for not fucking her again, especially with only come from hours ago to ease the way.
