"You like that, don't you, slut?" House grinned up at you from where he was positioned between your forcefully spread legs, lapping at your clenching hole while his hands pumped your leaking, desperate cock.

House embraced in your little moans and grunts, something he knew only he was allowed to hear. He had you pinned with binds around your wrists and ankles, keeping them spread wide for him. He loved to watch you squirm helplessly as he slowed his pace just when you were nearing your peak, keeping you in a continuous, seemingly never-ending torture.

"You wanna cum? Aw. That's sweet." He smiles bitterly, releasing your cock and letting it fall against your tummy before leaning upward, toward your face. He nipped at your lip, watching the tears well up in your eyes, both from the pain of his little nip, and the fact he refused to let you cum.

"Such a needy little whore for me, puppy." He petted your hair before his hand tightened sharply, yanking it back and smiling softly at the gasp that escaped your lips.