Chapter 7
toys don’t speak
Madame Xyla
Cassius Vaughn giving me an order to make him useful may be the sexiest thing I’ve heard in my life, but rules are rules and rewards must be earned. Obedient boys get to come, but not without a little edging first.
It’s only right.
He sits quietly as I raise his arms, gathering his wrists in black ribbon and I secure them to the cuff rings on the headboard.
I nearly forget this is supposed to be a punishment as he stares up at me in anticipation for what’s next.
He breaks his silence as I blindfold him, fastening the unused ribbon behind his head.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Punishing you,” I say matter-of-factly. “You asked to touch me and you did. Now you can’t.”
“Okaay.” He sighs.
“You said you wanted it. Has anyone ever told you to be careful what you ask for?” I tease, waiting for his response, but he only smirks like the brat he is.
An idea comes to mind that will make this far more enjoyable for me. I climb off the bed to retrieve the remote for the butt plug I’m wearing and place it on the beside table, waiting for the right moment. I’m going to have so much fun with him.
My hands mindlessly drag down his hard body until they reach his belt. He hisses as I run my hands over his thick bulge straining against the zipper. I unfasten his belt and pants and tug them down his legs. It’s no surprise he complies, so desperate to be touched.
“What a needy fucking boy you are, Cass,” I sing, tugging at his waistband until his dick springs free.
I fist the thick base and drag my tongue along his shaft, eager for a taste of him and don’t care if he knows it. Drips of precum gather at his tip, a silent cry for attention.
“We can’t let any of this go to waste, right?” I ask before gathering his need on my tongue with a quick swipe.
I study his movements as I stop abruptly, reminding myself to stall him out. After all, this is a punishment. His moans are pathetic and unintelligible as he lifts his hips in search of my mouth. As much as I’d love to hear his cries as I take him in the back of my throat, a lesson must be learned.
“What is it, Cass? Tell Mommy what you want.”
“Please?” He weeps, balling his fists as he wriggles against the cherrywood headboard.
I’ve never seen him like this before, frustrated and so desperate for relief.
“Please, what?”
“Please let me come, Mommy.”
“Oh, you haven’t earned that yet. But since you did such a good job eating my pussy, I suppose I could let you have a little fun,” I add, offering a sliver of praise.
I straddle his lap, reaching for the tiny remote and place it in his open palm. He carefully holds it between his thumb and forefinger, avoiding the buttons as his brows knit in confusion.
“What is this for?” he asks, brows wrinkling in confusion.
“You’ll see. I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to use it.”
He nods, waiting for my direction like the obedient little slut he is. I crawl down his body to resume my spot and he spreads his legs as I settle between him.
Cassius Vaughn lies here on display, a willing toy made for me, and I intend to treat him as such. The sight is both erotic and intoxicating. It flips a switch in me that wants to please him too.
“I know you look so fucking good sucking my dick,” he says, letting the back of his head thump into the headboard.
I wrap my lips around his length, welcoming him into my warm mouth, and the sigh of relief he exhales ignites me. I spit, letting the saliva fall onto his tip, and wrap a hand around his shaft, stroking gently as I take him deeper. Closed mouths do get fed. Open mouths get fucked.
“Cass, I want you to fuck my mouth and count to ten before you press that button, okay?”
“Fuck. Yes, Mommy,” he breathes as a shiver racks through his body and he obeys, bucking his hips into my face.
I graze my aching clit as I accept his gentle thrusts, moaning as he fills my mouth. Moments later, a faint buzzing sounds from the plug. He holds the lowest setting, allowing me to adjust as he fucks my mouth.
“Does that toy in your pretty ass feel good, Mommy?” he asks without hesitation.
For a relatively shy man, his dirty talk catches me off guard and turns me on.
Toys don’t speak, but if he keeps that up, I’ll let him.
I respond through muffled whimpers, swirling rushed circles over my clit as the sensation builds. He gradually increases the setting and I am overcome with need.
I remove my mouth from him as I succumb to my pleasure, flames dancing over my skin with reckless abandon. I’m grateful when the vibrations cease. His thoughtfulness doesn’t waver as I come down.
That’s the man I’m used to seeing. Suddenly, I regret that I’ve denied him the opportunity to watch me come apart, knowing he’s been edging and waiting for my word.
“I did that on purpose. I wasn’t ready to come yet,” he says with a devious grin as he waves the remote in his hand.
“And what makes you think I would’ve let you?” I tease, crawling on top of him.
“You got me there.” He chuckles. “I earned this fair and square, but could you please take off this blindfold, Mommy?” he pleads. “I need to see you.”
“Hmm. Depends. What are you hoping to see?”
“Am I allowed to say what I really want?”
“Go ahead,” I urge, my curiosity piqued.
“I want to watch you put me inside of you. I want to witness that perfect body bounce on my dick while I play with your ass. And I want to see how fucking beautiful you are when you come for me.”
Well, fuck. Tell me how you really feel.
“Really, now?” I ask, at a loss for words, reaching around his head to remove the blindfold.
“Really,” he says, seriousness in his tone.
I unfasten the knot and drop the ribbon between us, meeting his adoring gaze. My eyes drop to his full lips and I will that thought away, turning to grab a condom from the bedside table.
I will not kiss this man, but I will ride him.
“Okay. You can watch me use you.”
I make a show of spitting on his dick before sliding the condom onto it and he groans in response.
“Fuck. Make me your toy. Please?”
Say no more.
“Are you a slut for me, Cass?” I ask, lowering myself onto him, gasping at the fullness.
“Yes. Yes, I am,” he hisses, wriggling under his restraints.
My hips grind slowly, finding my rhythm as my pussy stretches around his length. He taps the remote as I find my rhythm, bucking his hips as I ride. Dark brown irises hold my gaze as he fucks into me, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Stay right there. Fuck,” I pant, tossing my head back.
“Come on your good boy’s dick,” he urges, maintaining a punishing pace as I meet his thrusts.
Add that to the long list of words I didn’t know I needed to hear him say.
“Come with me. Right now,” I sigh, unraveling as I reach my peak.
He follows, whimpering as he writhes beneath me, tugging on his restraints as he gives in to his pleasure.
Sixteen days.
“You were so fucking good for Mommy,” I whisper against his neck, reaching up to unfasten the knots above his head. “You can touch me…for this session,” I warn, playfulness in my tone.
Cass’s calloused fingers trace my frame with a possessiveness that leaves goosebumps in their wake. His hands roam carefully over every dip and curve in silent appreciation as I nestle into him.
My mind swirls as I relish in his touch, gentle and kind, just like him. He presses a kiss to my hand before climbing out of bed to resume his aftercare duties. I don’t waste a moment admiring the rare sight of Cassius Vaughn, bare naked and doting on me.
I could get used to this.
He hands me a warm rag to clean myself and gathers our clothes from the floor. I enjoy the show as he slips on his pants, fastens his belt and button up. I’ll never understand how he looks just as good clothed as he does naked.
Pretty motherfucker.
I train my face as he approaches, hiding my smirk as he places my robe over my shoulders, dropping down to assist me in stepping into my heels. One by one.
“Thank you for seeing me,” he says, staring up before returning to his height.
“Of course. Don’t pull this shit again though. I have a reputation to uphold,” I remind, giving him a knowing look.
“Yes, Madame. It won’t happen again,” he assures, placing his hands into his pockets. His brows shoot up as if he remembered something. “I’ll be keeping these,” he adds, removing the lace thong he pocketed earlier.
“Go ahead, but you can’t use them at home if you don’t have permission to play,” I chuckle.
“You’re right. Still taking them though.”
“Get outta here, Cass. And stop being so damn hard on yourself.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Until next time?”
“Until next time. Good night.”
“Good night Cass,” I say softly, shutting the door behind him.
I may not have lost my touch, but I have lost my goddamn mind.