Chapter 12 #2
“You want to keep pretending this is a dream?” I whispered. “Or do you want me to ruin you for every other woman for you.”
His breath caught, and his voice was nothing but gravel. “You already have.”
“I’ve waited years for this.”
He nodded once, obedient and aching. “Madame.”
My pulse kicked hard. That word wasn’t only a title, it was surrender. It was devotion. It was permission.
Game on.
“There you are,” I purred, stepping back in front of him. “I was wondering when my good boy would show up.”
“I’m right here. I’d never forget you . . . never forget this.”
I smirked, trailing my nails down the inside of his thighs, a whisper of sensation that made his cock twitch. “Then you remember the rules.”
“Yes, Madame.”
“You don’t come until I say. You don’t touch unless I command it, and you don’t stop unless you say the word.”
He nodded again.
“Say it for me,” I murmured. “So I know you still remember.”
“Midnight,” he whispered. “Our safe word is midnight.”
“Good boy.” I smiled. “You use it if you need it. Understood?”
“Yes, Madame.”
“You’ll kneel when I tell you. You’ll open your mouth when I want it. You’ll thank me for every stroke and every time I edge you until your whole fucking body shakes.”
His obedience made me wet.
I leaned closer again, lips brushing his ear. “Are you ready to be my good boy?”
“Yes, Madame,” he breathed.
“Shut your mouth,” I said, stepping between his knees, “and let me use you.”
He lifted his hips when I tugged, letting me peel his shorts and boxers down slowly, bunching them at his ankles. His cock was already hard, flushed, and begging.
“Look at you,” I murmured, brushing my knuckles along his shaft. “Already this hard, and I haven’t even started. You’re fucking pathetic.”
He whimpered.
“Feet wide. Open your mouth.”
He obeyed. Of course he did. My good boy always obeyed.
I spit into his mouth. “Swallow.”
He did.
“Thank you, Madame.”
I smirked and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. “You’re going to keep that mouth open, because when I’m not sucking you, I’m feeding it. Understood?”
“Yes, Madame.”
I dropped to my knees and sucked him hard, deep, taking him until his cock bumped the back of my throat and my eyes watered. He jerked his hips forward.
I slapped his thigh. Hard.
“I said don’t move.”
“I’m sorry, Madame.”
“You will be.”
I pumped him with one hand while slicking two fingers and circling his hole with the other. Teasing. Exploring. Watching the way he trembled as I massaged the tight rim, never pushing in, just reminding him of what was coming.
He was so close. I could feel it. So I pulled away again.
“Tell me how bad you want to come,” I said.
“I-I need it,” he whispered. “Please, I-I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Bring me to your bedroom.”
He blinked at me, dazed and still rock hard, before throwing me over his shoulder and stumbling to the bedroom.
The second we stepped into the room, I stripped with no hesitation. My shirt dropped first, then my skirt pooled at my ankles. No bra or panties.
He reached for me instinctively—fingertips brushing my hips.
I stepped back sharply. “No.”
His hand froze midair.
“You don’t touch me unless I say. That privilege is earned. You’re not there yet.”
He dropped his hand. “Yes, Madame.”
I climbed onto the bed, laid back along the edge, and spread my legs, exposing every inch of soaked, swollen skin between my thighs.
“Tell me what you see,” I said, eyes locked on him.
He licked his lips, pupils blown wide. “I see . . . your pussy’s soaked. You’re swollen. Wet all over. Dripping down your thighs.”
“Say it properly.”
“I see your cunt, Madame. It’s wet and perfect and waiting for me.”
I smiled, satisfied. “Now get on your knees. And worship me.”
He dropped without hesitation. Crawled between my thighs like he was ready to worship.
“Slow.” I warned him. “You savor it. Every lick. You don’t rush.”
“Yes, Madame.”
The first swipe of his tongue was tentative, more reverent than eager. He licked from bottom to top, spreading me with his thumbs, groaning.
“Use your mouth like you mean it,” I growled, grabbing a fistful of his hair and holding him right where I wanted. “Lick me like it’s your purpose.”
He moaned against my cunt and obeyed, tongue flattening, circling my clit with precision. He sucked gently, then harder, then eased off.
“You like being used, don’t you?”
“Yes, Madame.”
“You love licking my pussy while your cock sits locked up and untouched.”
“I love it,” he gasped between strokes. “I love your cunt. I love serving you.”
“Good.” I rolled my hips into his mouth, back arching. “Don’t stop. Not until I tell you.”
He was so good, his tongue relentless, lips sealed around my clit as he sucked and licked.
My thighs started to shake.
“Don’t stop,” I growled through clenched teeth. “You don’t stop until I come all over your fucking face.”
He moaned into me again, tongue flicking faster, pressure perfect. It built tightly in my core.
Until it snapped.
I gasped and let go, thighs clamping around his face as I came hard on his mouth.
My body jerked, muscles tightening. I grabbed his head and held him there while I rode every wave, grinding on his face.
A rush of liquid squirted out, gushing across his lips, his chin, down his neck.
“Fuck,” I breathed, chest heaving as I looked down at him—his face dripping, mouth open, eyes still wide with awe. “Stand up.”
He rose, cock flushed and swollen. His chest was rising and falling quickly, and I could tell he was right on the edge of losing it.
“Pump your cock.”
He obeyed instantly, hands moving fast. Stroking himself just inches from where I lay sprawled across the sheets, tits lifted toward him.
“On my chest,” I commanded. “Make a fucking mess.”
It took seconds.
His head dropped back, and he groaned loudly as he jerked harder, and then he came with a broken cry, thick ropes painting across my breasts. He didn’t stop until he was drained.
“Thank you, Madame,” he whispered, panting.
I smiled lazily, dragging my fingers through his release and smearing it over my nipples.
“Now it’s my turn to clean you up.”