Liam's eyes never left her, staring down into the dark eyes of the lustful vixen as she sucked the wet juice from her fingers; a taste he quietly wished he could have on his tongue at that moment, but no he intended to keep her tormented. Even if that meant making some sacrifices for himself; after all, it made the whole game that much more enjoyable. Hand held onto her leash, curling it around her hand as she worked at freeing him of jeans and boxers. The skill with her teeth impressed him, though he showed nothing of it.
Instead, he stood as the pants fell free, noticing the desire in her eyes as she saw his cock fall free. He continued to roll up her leash in hand, until it was short enough that a tug upwards suggested for her to stand, saying nothing, instead just waited for her to remove his shirt. When she finally did, it required him to lift arms and move the leash from hand to hand in order to slip his arms free, but eventually he allowed her to toss that shirt away before stepping free of his jeans.
Stepping forward, he felt his body press against hers and he tugged her leash tight, pulling her lips against his as he kissed her, deeply; his lips melding against hers, working them together as his tongue slid past and against her own. Heavy, longing strokes of their tongues with one another, before taking her lower lip between his, sucking on it, letting it go, and then pulled back, looking into her eyes.
"Now," he let the leash roll free some more, "Back to your knees, Pet. Make sure that you make sure my cock is the only thing you want. The only thing that matters... you no longer want to cum, understood? Your only goal is to make me cum."