“Don’t be in such a rush to leave, pretty boy,” Valentina said, her lips curling into a cruel smile the moment she applied that hold so tight.
“We’ve got all the time in the world…”
Despite the darkness, and despite being on track to knocking him out rather quickly for a LAW debutant, Valentina had made a mental note of the man trapped in her clutches. The only thing she had going for was his face, which the higher-ups were gracious not to leave her truly in the dark, pun not intended. Sharp facial features, with narrow eyes that seemed like they constantly analyze his surrounding, the sharp jawline and slightly pointed chin. His hair framing his face in a somewhat wild but controlled manner. Regardless of opinions on the league’s treatment of the opposite sex, they excel at attracting attractive individuals. Valentina very much approves.
Everything else, except from the neck up, was missing. Despite the actress depriving him of oxygen, the Agent recognizes Fei’s imposing and agile nature. His frame was slender, yet well-toned, built with lean muscle definition rather than a bulky mass. Given with his tone, there’s a serpentine flavor of elegance, exuding a feeling of dangerous agility. Capable of balancing the line of relaxed readiness and sudden explosiveness.
A shame he hasn’t had the chance to showcase it, but given that finger lock trick he tried to pull, Fei would have understood that not every battle will start on neutral ground. Valentina has had that sort of mindset drilled into her after shooting the Agent Scarlet movies. Judging by the lack of complaining from the Silver Bullet, he clearly understood his position.
“They say that the lack of air causes the brain to hallucinate, making every sensation that you feel become more intense. Hypoxia, they call it. Nasty stuff.” The agent spoke, returning to her sultry, femme fatale ways. Sounding as if she easily moved on from Fei’s particular trick, though the ache hadn’t worn down yet. Here, she can be free from the fear of fingers being threatened to be pulled apart.
“An interesting fact for most. For me though…”
The movement of the foot would suddenly slow down abruptly. Not a complete stop, but the pace would jarringly settle to a crawl. The very foot would then slide along the full length of Fei’s member, sliding up towards the sensitive head, where it would feel every part. Dragging from the toe to the arch and then to the heel. The movement was deliberate, as if time had caught on something - caught and strained as if the world resists her every move. She wanted the heat to build, quietly at first, then rising as the Chinese agent would no doubt feel it prickling through the suit. A struggle between motion and resistance, a push that demands more than it gives. As the air grows heavier for the Silver Bullet, Valentina purposefully made sure he was acutely aware of the pressure, the strain, of how close the line is between movement and stopping altogether.
That is until that heel dropped like it had the density of the stars, with only the man’s balls being the only thing to stop such momentum. A pleasant tease followed by a cruel prank, compressing all time and space into one brutal, mind-numbing moment.
“…I don’t find that all that fascinating. What fascinates me… are the reactions that result from this." Valentina’s lips inched closer to his ear, so close that he could feel the heat of her breath tickle the skin.
“So, let’s play a little game. The rules are simple. The moment my heel reaches the tip of your dick, you’re gonna do all the work from here on. You’re gonna fuck this little dainty foot of mine. If you cum, then I’ll let you go. Sounds easy, right?” The Agent whispered, fingers curling into his hair, liking that he at least takes care of it. A man that takes care of himself. That’s another plus in Val’s book. The actress has been with guys who neglect the self grooming phase. And it’s not even for the film.
”But…and this is a big but…for every 30 seconds you don’t cum, I will strike your balls, as I just did.” She said with such a casual flair. All the while, the tip of his cock would feel the blade of her foot. As if sands are running down the hourglass, signaling how much time he has left to prepare.
"Oh, and don’t think being knocked out will save you here. I’ll just wait for you to wake up and we’ll resume from there.”
And so, Agent Scarlet has set the rules of this ‘game’. Despite the physical impossibility of completing it without getting hit down there again, Fei has no choice but to play.
“So if I were you, you better fuck like your life depends on it.” Then again, in this scenario, it kinda does. Not literally, of course.
“Ready?” Her heel dragged through the last inches, upping the suspension, so thick that you could cut it with a blade.
And then it stopped at the tip.
“Go.”
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