Good Boy
DAPHNE
On stage, I’m in control; I command the audience. I can oscillate from soft and sugary to full-blown spitfire. And, honestly? Kink isn’t all that different.
In here, in front of him, I’m in complete control. Powerful.
And he’s looking at me like I hung the moon among the stars, with those big azure eyes worshiping every inch of my body.
I lean over, smearing my saliva across his cheek with my thumb. I expected more brattiness, but I think he’s been looking forward to this too much to put up a front.
“You were made to kneel for me, weren’t you?”
His eyelids flutter as I turn a version of his own words back at him, his mouth curling into a gorgeous smile.
“Yes, Mistress.”
My mind buzzes. I want to see how good he looks with a cock in his mouth.
“Open,” I purr, grasping the base of the silicone shaft.
Frankie parts his lips and I let out a shuddering breath, grabbing his hair and slowly sliding the cock down his throat.
“That’s right, be a good boy for me.”
He takes it with only the smallest bit of effort, drooling as he swallows inch after inch.
I didn’t think this would make me feel anything— you know, considering the fact that it’s not actually attached to my body, but when I rock my hips the leather between my thighs gives just enough pushback, rubbing against my clit and lighting my nerves right up.
“Good boy,” I groan, rolling my hips forward as I watch the inches disappear into his mouth “Eyes on me, baby.”
Frankie lets out a strangled moan as his nails dig into my thighs, and I grip his hair tightly, dragging his mouth off of the silicone cock. He’s picturesque, spit dribbling down his chin, and the tears gathering in his eyes making them look even more electric.
“Get on the bed. On all fours.”
I watch the shiver run through him as he gets to his feet and climbs onto the bed. My heart is pounding in my chest, but I can do this. He gave me some pointers: fingers first, stretch him out and make him comfortable, then, and only then, do you move on to the main attraction.
I glide my palms up and down the backs of his legs. His skin is on fire, and so is mine. The more I lean into this power, the more I let go… it really is a relief to be someone else for a while.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I swing one arm back, striking him on the ass. His moan sounds like honey, and it makes my heart race. I watch him as he adjusts himself on the bed, his muscles rippling as he prepares for another one.
“That’s a good boy. Are you ready for more?”
“Please, Mistress,” he chokes, his toes digging deeper into the mattress as he braces himself.
I raise my hand and bring it down hard on his ass. This one makes him yelp, and I can see little beads of sweat popping up on his back as he takes a moment to breathe. He said he doesn’t like being given warnings— I’m free to do them whenever I want tonight, as hard as I want.
I love a man with a sense of adventure.
Still, it doesn’t hurt to check in.
“You remember the safe word, right?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He flashes me a confident smile. “Thank you, Mistress.”
I think it’s safe to say that I’m nailing this.
“Then let’s get you stretched out.”
I spread his cheeks, spitting on his asshole before slowly circling it with my tongue. I’ve never eaten ass before, so I don’t really know what I’m doing, but the moan I just got is pretty good feedback.
I keep working him, flicking and swirling my tongue as he whimpers.
“More,” he begs. “Mistress, it feels so fucking good.”
I want him to be nice and relaxed before we get more intense. It’s not just for him, it gives me time to ease into it, too, but when he starts to rock back and forth, whimpering my name, I know he’s ready.
I pull back, swatting the back of his thigh with one hand just to make him jump.
That’s when I spy the bead of precum clinging to the tip of his cock.
Suddenly I wish we were allowed to have phones in here, because I’d love a picture of him like this. Something sexy to look at when I’m on the road.
I grab some lube from the side table, pouring a generous amount on and around his asshole before slowly rubbing it in with my fingers.
Frankie’s voice trembles as he lets out another whine.
My name.
Broken, on his tongue.
“Fuck me, Daphne,” he begs, glancing over his shoulder.
His eyes are so intense they nearly stop me in my tracks, but it’s time to get my fingers to work.
In and out, and out and in again.
Make him moan and scream.
Fuck, make him afraid he’s going to come all over those sheets.
I curl my fingers, looking for that spot I know is inside him, the one that’ll give me a reaction I’ve never had before.
“I think you’re ready.” I crook my finger again, giddy at the whine that spills from his lips like honey. “Am I right about that?”
His body is practically vibrating.
“So ready. Push me down into the mattress. Make me scream.”
Heat rushes through me as I crawl on top of him, guiding the dildo right up against his asshole. I tease him, making slow circles until he lets out a little snarl.
“Ohhh, someone’s impatient.”
“Please, Mistress. Haven’t I been good?”
He’s right. He really has made this so fucking easy for me.
“You have.” I grasp his hip with one hand, keeping the dildo steady with the other as I push into him. “And good pets get rewarded.”
Frankie buries his face in the mattress, letting out a sharp cry as I stretch him wide. I can hear a muffled grunt as I reach the hilt, pausing for a moment to let him come up for air.
But that’s when I grab his hair, pulling hard and forcing him to look at the window.
“All those people outside, watching you take my cock like a fucking whore,” I breathe, leaning over him. “Does that turn you on?”
I start to buck my hips, fucking him hard and deep like I own him.
And you know what?
Tonight, I do.
“Harder!” He begs. “Harder, please Mistress!”
The leather pressing against my throbbing clit makes me shiver, and I reach up to play with one of my nipples.
I can feel Frankie’s ass slamming back against my hips.
It honestly feels like he’s fucking me just as much as I’m fucking him, and soon any other sound we might be making has been consumed by our collective groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“I want you to reach down and stroke that big, beautiful dick for me, baby,” I purr, breathing heavily as I try and pace myself. “I want to see your cum dripping onto these fucking sheets, and then, I want you to lick it up, do you understand me?”
“Of course, Mistress,” he grunts, already shuddering from his strokes only moments in.
Frankie’s golden curls are twisted up in my fist, and I make the effort to commit this moment to memory, because this isn’t just fun, it’s a new sort of freedom for the both of us.
I start to pound into him a little more artfully, hoping to hit that same spot I hit earlier with my fingers, and when he starts to sing my name like a prayer, I’m pretty sure I have.
I glance up at the window again. I really hope there’s a crowd.
“Everyone out there’s getting a hell of a show, Goldilocks,” I huff. “How about you give them a bit of a taste of how good this feels? Let it all out, scream as loud as you need to.”
I fuck him harder, my nails digging into his hips until he starts to cry out even louder.
I’ve always loved having an audience.
“Let me come. Please let me come.”
He’s practically begging now, and I’m almost sure we’re past acting out our roles at this point. This is pure, carnal desperation.
“Let go baby,” I purr. “Fuck up those sheets.”
His body shakes, the muscles in his back and shoulders tensing as spurts of hot cum hit the bed, one after another, after another.
“That’s my boy,” I give his ass a rough smack just as he starts to slow, making him jump again. “Now, clean it up.”
The pressure against my clit is divine, and combined with the sight of him stopping mid-stroke to lick up his own cum?
“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I tumble over the edge, fire filling me up and spreading in every direction.
The waves of pleasure crash into me, but I find my mind drifting elsewhere.
To him. To the way the shadows carve out the thick ropes of muscle in his back.
I place my hand on his shoulder, and I swear I can feel his heart thudding like I’m holding it in my palm.
Our bodies eventually come to a stop, and I stroke his hair as we breathe heavily.
Together.
Totally in sync.
“How are you feeling? Because I feel like I could flip a car right now.”
I’ve had the endorphins hit hard onstage before, that big rush you get just before you’re about to step out in front of a crowd of ten thousand people… but this is just different.
“So good.” He glances over his shoulder, his cheeks bright pink. “You were… fucking everything, tonight. Those shoes? The attitude? Your fingers?”
I pull out of him carefully and detach the dildo, tossing it onto the ground. Frankie gets on his haunches, breathing deep as sweat glistens on his skin, and I quickly stride toward the window, drawing the curtain for some one-on-one time.
“Time to hydrate.” I tell him, grabbing two bottles of water from his bag, and snatching up a towel while I’m at it. “For both of us.”
I swear, it’s the most refreshing water I’ve ever had, draining the entire thing in one go.
Frankie helps me spread the towel out onto the bed before the two of us climb back on, snuggling in close. His skin is so warm against mine, and I can’t get enough of the feeling; this man feels like a giant security blanket, and I want to wrap myself up in him and never come out again.
“You know, I think you’ve always been my safe place,” I murmur, running my fingers through his hair.
He snorts.
“Even when we didn’t talk for almost 20 years?”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “Even then. You were in the background of my mind the whole time, and I was just too blind or too stupid to pick up the phone.”
It’s hard not to think about the time we’ve lost, or focus on the things we could have had.
“Hey, if we’re doing this, I was stupid too.” He kisses me, softly on the cheek. “And who knows, maybe we needed that time apart to figure our shit out. Maybe that’s how it had to go for us to get where we are now.”
It can stretch, it can tangle, but it never ever breaks.
“Maybe you’re right.” I place my hand on his chest, gently tracing a little circle. “But I think I left a piece of my heart behind here, and I’m just sorry it took so long to pick it up.”
Frankie’s eyes glisten with tears, and he presses his forehead against mine.
“Don’t worry. I made sure to keep it safe for you.”