Nathan Weed vs Jamie Rivers

Nathan's body channeled a shocking jolt when he felt Jamie's foreign hands grab hold of his cock, and he instinctively grabbed her wrists to pull her hands away. But as he was about to yank them out of his shorts, he realized that the move might not be so prudent. Jamie had been fairly kind- well, at least restrained- up till now, but the fact remained that she was a strange woman of whose level of sadism he had no experience. Would she dig her fingernails into the flesh if he'd tried anything defensive? She seemed someone who wouldn't hesitate- hell, would be willing- to do such a thing. The mere thought made him gulp and gingerly release her hands. Nathan would have to find another way to escape. For now he sat awkwardly on top of Jamie's naked figure, his legs still trapped and his erection firmly in her grip. "Alright, easy now..." Nathan would say nervously as he waits for her next move.

Jamie gives a smirk, "Alright, that sounds a little better. Easy I can do." With that she slowly begins to stroke Nathan's cock back and forth, "I would much prefer to be rough, but now that it seems that you're coming around, I'll start you off easy and build from there." She gently allows her hand to curl around his shaft as she strokes, teasing his erection to it's full strength, and hopefully bring out a little of his arousal as well.

That's not what he had meant. But Nathan was finding Jamie's interpretation of his words much easier to deal with than how she was treating him before. Jamie worked slowly, gently, proving that she had hidden a wholly different side than what she'd been showing him before, and, though Nathan was still uncomfortable, his tensed muscles started to relax despite himself. But Nathan was still mentally alert, and he knew he would have to find away to get Jamie's mind away from sex and on to actual fighting. While Jamie was still playing nice, Nathan would reach down, grab Jamie's hands again, and squeeze the base of her thumbs painfully into the center her hands, looking to force her fingers open and give himself a chance to escape. If his maneuver works, he'll stand up and haul Jamie up with him, then quickly try and move in behind her. Then he would throw her over his back and onto the bed. It was clear that he was going to have to use some strength if he wanted to get Jamie's bloodlust built up to be hotter than her sex drive.

As Nathan slowly relaxed, Jamie grew more passionate in her hand job, stoking him with a distinct pumping action that encouraged his cock to swell to even larger sizes, "Looks like for all you're whining your packing some heat..." As Nathan grabed at her hands and squeezed painfully, she flashed him a wild look, one of both anger and desire, "Well well, seems as though someone is asking for a little rougher treatment." Instead of forcing her to release his his cock, she instead gripped onto it tighter, pumping his shaft with strong deliberat strokes, drawing out the pleasure. From her position, she still dominated him.