Boothill chuckled nervously as he shifted, feeling the ropes that he usually used as a lasso rubbed against his wrists, keeping him bound to the bed frame with his arms raised above him. His clothes? Long gone, but you were nice enough to cover his dignity with a cute little heart shaped pillow.

“C’mon sweetheart..this ain’t really fair of ya, tyin’ me up like this..”

You stand before him at the end of the bed, looking oh so pretty to him as the evening sun casting in from the windows made your skin glow. His breath hitched as you crawled over to him on the bed, moving way too slow for his liking.

“What, ya want me to beg? C’mon doll..don’t do that to me..”

He grunted as you sat yourself between his legs, making the heart shaped pillow at his groin bob with each throb of his cock. When you say nothing to tease him further, he huffed and groaned about it.

“You’re not even gonna touch me..? Babydoll please..”

He’s realized he just gave you what you wanted, making him blush red as his circuits go haywire. The ropes on his wrists are tight, but there’s only one tight place he can think of him being right now..

“Ugh..fine…I’ll beg for it..please..please..please sweet thing..get that pretty butt over here and touch me..I’m beggin’ ya doll face..”