Chapter 4 Good, Obedient Boy #2
He arched up, trying to catch his breath, but it was impossible to control himself with her hands and mouth all over him.
Her soft tongue traced down from his ear to his throat, sliding slowly to his chest. She licked and kissed every inch of his muscular body, her lips and tongue roaming over him, before reaching the waistband of his trousers.
Unannounced, his hands shot down to his thighs as she teased him, and a low, guttural groan escaped his mouth—but she didn’t care.
Her hands slipped over the fabric, wrapping around the outline of his already swollen girth.
He was straining against her touch, struggling to breathe, but she was careless, caressing him over and over again through the trousers.
“God…” he groaned, chest heaving, utterly unsteady as she continued to tease him.
His breaths came in ragged bursts, each one heavier than the last. She leaned close, her voice a low, teasing whisper.
“You have to control yourself… aren’t you always proving how in control you are? Stay in control… don’t lose it now.”
Her words took his breath away. “Close your eyes,” she whispered again, leaning closer.
He didn’t resist. His breaths were sharp and ragged, and with a slight nod, he closed his eyes.
Her hands resumed their work, sliding over him, massaging and stroking from the base to the tip, feeling him swell even more beneath her touch.
A small, wicked smile played on her lips as she continued, watching him grow impatient, struggling to stay restrained.
Her other hand slid upward, pinching and flicking at the sensitive tips of his nipples. At first, she teased just one, then the other, thumbs flicking in a relentless rhythm.
“Fuck…” he groaned sharply, the sound betraying how much control he was losing. Her hands continued their teasing, alternating between his chest and his length, driving him wild.
Then her mouth followed her hands, taking one nipple into her lips.
Her tongue traced over it again and again, flicking and swirling with precision.
Magnus’s hips arched upward uncontrollably, trembling and tightening as his hardness strained against her touch.
One hand pinched his other nipple while her mouth worked, the combination making it impossible for him to breathe properly.
He struggled against the ties holding his hands, trying to resist, but it was futile.
She switched to his other nipple, giving it the same merciless attention, her tongue teasing over the softness before pulling away.
Immediately, her hand returned to his length, stroking over the trousers in firm, consistent motions, up and down, down and up again.
“God…!” Magnus groaned, losing control entirely as her actions grew more insistent. She glanced at his face, the hunger and strain reflected there making her even wilder. Her fingers slipped to the waistband of his trousers, hooking the fabric.
She started pulling them down, but at that exact moment, he arched his hips, gasping her name, “Sophia…” His breath came in sharp, ragged bursts, each one betraying how impossible it was for him to hold back.
She took his reaction as an invitation. She slid his trousers down, discarding carelessly.
His member sprang free, thick and already rock-hard, resting against his lower stomach.
He tried to shift, but she leaned closer, her hands gliding over his wide, muscular thighs, teasing every inch.
A low groan escaped his lips as she stroked him over the length, sliding her hands up and down before finally bending her head forward, taking him into her mouth.
“Fuck…!” Magnus cried out, the sudden pleasure overwhelming him.
His chest tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as her mouth engulfed him completely.
She sucked him deeply, sliding him in and out of her mouth, one hand gripping his length to maintain pressure while her tongue flicked and swirled over the tip.
She alternated between swallowing him whole, pulling back to lick and tease, and then stroking him with her hand in perfect rhythm with her mouth.
Her other hand found his chest, flicking and pinching his nipples while her tongue teased the sensitive head of his length, making him shiver with a pleasure he had never known. His thrusts became erratic under her, his hips jerking slightly as she continued to drive him wild.
Just as he was on the edge, his tip flushed and throbbing, she pulled back entirely, letting him gasp for air.
“Hahhh… Sophia, come back!” Magnus cried, desperate, but Sophia shook her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. “I told you to keep your eyes closed. Why did you open them? The more you behave, the more you’ll get punished. Don’t you know only good boys get rewards?”
Magnus ground his teeth, his breaths sharp and ragged, but his head fell back on the pillow, helpless.
Sophia replaced her mouth with her hands, wrapping him in her fist and stroking him again.
Her fingers danced over his shaft, her thumb tracing the tip, collecting the wetness that had appeared and rubbing it over him with teasing insistence.
The control he had tried to maintain slipped entirely. His breaths came in shallow pants, his hips twitching as she continued, relentless, driving him closer and closer, until it became impossible to think, impossible to resist. He looked at her with hungry impatience, utterly at her mercy.
“Sophia,” his voice was broken, harsh, full of need.
He looked at her, eyes heavy with expectation, his body taut and trembling.
His shaft ached unbearably, pulsing with blood, every nerve on edge, teetering on the brink of collapse.
But she showed no mercy. Her hand slid slowly along him, teasing, then increased its rhythm again and again, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Just as he was about to lose himself, she pulled her hand away and moved to his chest, her lips closing around his nipple. She sucked and nipped at it, teasing him mercilessly. He tried to control himself, tried to breathe, but her movements made it impossible.
“Sophia… come back. I need your mouth,” he gasped, chest aching, breaths ragged.
But she didn’t. Her lips flicked over his nipples, her teeth occasionally grazing the sensitive skin, watching his body shudder helplessly under her control. Every groan, every tremble, only made her want more. The more he struggled, the more he begged, the more she delighted in it.
“Sophia,” he cried out again, desperation in his voice.
“I like it when you’re like this,” she murmured, her voice low, teasing, as her hand continued its steady, relentless strokes. “Behaving like my good, obedient boy.”
She lips brushing against him again, teasing and stroking him from tip to base, up and down, over and over. His voice broke into ragged, uncontrollable groans, breaths harsh and uneven. He was losing all control, but Sophia, lost in a haze of desire and alcohol, didn’t relent.
She continued, mouth and hands moving in perfect rhythm, until his length throbbed bright red with need, veins swollen, every inch of him pulsing under her teasing.
Finally, taking mercy on him, she climbed on top.
The towel covering her slipped away, falling carelessly to the ground.
Completely naked, she straddled him, her wetness pressing against his rigid shaft.
He gasped, hips arching uncontrollably, his body utterly at her mercy.
She adjusted herself, centering over him, and slowly sank down, feeling him fill her completely.
Magnus gasped as her soft, tight channel enveloped him, his hips arching upward instinctively.
“It hurts…” Her hands pressed against his chest, voice breaking, “I—I'm doing this for the first time.” Her eyes glistened with a hint of intoxication as she looked at him, vulnerability mixed with desire.
He froze for a moment, surprised by her confession.
She began to move, sliding up and down, slowly at first, then finding a rhythm that matched his own urgency.
She started moving, thrusting slowly at first, struggling to fit him fully, then staying still for a few heartbeats to adjust. Once she settled, she began sliding over him in long, measured motions.
Her hips rose and fell, faster and then slower, feeling every inch of him inside her.
Moments later, she began to ride him with her own rhythm, a mix of teasing and urgency. Her back arched, face falling backward as soft moans escaped her lips, voice failing to stay quiet. Each movement sent shivers through his body, every thrust burning through him.
“Ahhhh…” Finally, she cried out, collapsing against his chest as her climax hit her.
He gasped in hunger. His hips arched roughly, thrusting deep into her again, hitting her most sensitive spot. The sudden intensity made her whimper and move again, this time sliding slowly over him, teasing and testing his patience.
He opened his eyes to meet hers, filled with both longing and challenge.
“Faster… do it faster,” he growled, voice rough with need.
She ignored him at first, continuing her slow pace, then gradually picked up speed.
Her movements became uncontrollable, pounding down on him, sliding off and back on, each thrust harder and faster.
“Free my hands… I want to touch you” he gasped, desperate, but she didn’t listen, completely lost in the haze of pleasure and control. Her body shook, riding him, drawing every groan and shudder from him.
Finally, he reached his limit—hips giving way, chest heaving, and his hard, throbbing shaft softened, spent beneath her.
She leaned forward, pressing her chest against his, grinding slowly against him, teasing him mercilessly. Her hips rolled over him, feeling him throb deep inside her.
He strained against the ties, muscles flexing, but she was completely in charge, her hands gripping his shoulders to keep herself steady. “Look at me,” she whispered, voice husky, and he obeyed instantly, eyes fixed on hers, burning with need.
Sophia leaned down, brushing her lips across his collarbone and down his chest, letting him feel her soft warmth sliding over him.
Then, she lowered herself slightly, taking him fully inside her again, and began a slow, teasing rhythm.
Her movements were torturous—never fast enough for him, never gentle enough to let him relax.
His hips arched instinctively, but she pressed down, controlling the depth and pace. Magnus groaned, chest heaving, every nerve on fire. She pinched his nipples with one hand while using her hips to rub him, her mouth close to his ear, whispering, “Be good.”
Unable to take it any longer, he jerked against the ties, trying to buck up, but she leaned even closer, pressing her body against his, riding him with slow, grinding circles that left him gasping. His breaths came in ragged bursts, every exhale a plea for more.
Sophia smirked, sensing his desperation, and increased the pace, bouncing lightly at first, then harder, each motion forcing him deeper into pleasure. The control was entirely hers—his hands restrained, his body vulnerable beneath her, every groan and shiver a reaction to her dominance.
“Look at yourself,” she teased, voice low and commanding. “So helpless… and you love it.”
Magnus could only groan, head tilted back against the headboard, eyes dark with need. His hips twitched involuntarily, every inch of him straining toward her, but Sophia slowed just at the edge of his release, drawing out his torment, her body a perfect mix of tease and control.
She leaned down again, brushing her lips over his ear and whispering, “I decide when you come… and it’s not now.” Her hands slid to his chest, then down to his thighs, teasing, pulling him closer, making sure he felt every inch of her.
Magnus’s chest heaved, wrists stretched tight against the headboard, every muscle trembling with need.
Sophia leaned down, her weight pressing into him, her breasts brushing his chest as she sank fully onto his length again.
The wet heat of her body wrapped around him, making every movement feel impossibly deep.
She began a slow, torturous grind, hips circling over him, teasing him at the edge of control. His groans filled the room, raw and desperate, but she didn’t let him take over—her hands pressed against his chest, holding him down, keeping him pinned beneath her.
Magnus arched, straining against the ties, trying to thrust up, but Sophia held herself perfectly over him, teasing and controlling every motion.
She leaned forward, her lips tracing his jawline, down to his neck, biting lightly before pulling back.
Every flick of her tongue, every grinding motion drove him closer to the edge.
Then, without warning, she shifted her hips, taking him fully deep in one hard thrust, and he groaned, chest tight, body trembling. She moved faster now, bouncing lightly at first, then harder.
“Sophia! Fuck!” Magnus’s moans became desperate, his hips twitching involuntarily, but she held herself steady, not letting him find release too soon. Her hands slid from his chest to his shoulders, gripping, guiding, ensuring every inch of him felt her control.
“You feel so good,” she murmured, grinding down, and Magnus let out a ragged cry, wrists straining against the ties. She slid down slightly to press her lips against his collarbone.
The pace increased, harder, faster, her body rocking over his. His legs trembled, his hips bucking against her with every desperate thrust, but she kept him in check, teasing him mercilessly. His breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, every exhale a plea for release.
Finally, just when he thought he couldn’t take another second, Sophia leaned forward, pressing her chest to his, grinding slowly at the exact spot that made him quake, drawing out his desperation to the absolute limit.
Magnus groaned, body taut with need, veins pulsing, completely at her mercy. And then, with one sudden, controlled motion, she lifted herself slightly, aligned perfectly, and drove down onto him with a deep, precise thrust that sent him over the edge.
“Jesus—!” he barked, wrists straining, chest heaving, every muscle trembling as waves of ecstasy ripped through him. His release was intense, his body shaking violently under her, and yet she didn’t stop—she rode him through every shudder, keeping him entirely hers.
When at last he was spent, collapsing against the headboard, breath ragged and voice broken, Sophia leaned down, chest pressed to his, whispering against his lips, “Again.”