Chapter 2 - Mike
I give her time to calm down before I remind her of her promise.
“I told you not to come without permission. Now you don’t get to come till Valentine’s Day.”
Her eyes widen, but I can tell she’s not taking it all in, her orgasms keeping her head fuzzy and thoughtless. She nods, but I figure she’s so out of it I could’ve said anything and she would have nodded in reply.
I slide out of her and enjoy her peep of protest. She wants me to stay inside her, but I have other plans for my little freeuse toy.
It takes a few moments to position her how I want, on her hands and knees with her head lowered to the bed. Moving behind her, I slowly rub my cock against her pussy and try to maintain my calm. No matter how hard I am and how inviting her wet little cunt is, I’m still in charge here.
“Ask for it, slut.”
She gives an adorable purr. “Please, fuck me. I want your cock inside me.”
She’s not begging. It sounds more like a prayer, asking for something she needs.
Tugging on her thong, I pull it down so that it’s at her knees. I know that keeping it on her will make her feel even more slutty.
“You don’t get to come again,” I growl, pressing my cock against her opening. “Not till Valentine’s. And I’m going to use you as much as I want.”
She nods, and the only sound she makes is a long happy sigh as I sink into her as deep as I can go.
When I pull out slightly, the moan she makes sounds primal, like an animal. She’s obviously as worked up for this as I am. I’ve not come in days, not even stroked. I’ve been saving myself for her.
“Willow, tell me what you are,” I demand as I rock into her, giving her just enough movement to make her want more.
“Your slut. Freeuse toy.”
“Good girl.”
I place a hand on her hip and trail the other one down her spine. It’s taking all my willpower to go slowly rather than fuck her senseless. But each thrust into her is like heaven and I need it to last as long as it can.
“Do whatever you want. I’m yours,” she whimpers.
My heart skips a beat. I can tell she doesn’t mean only sex.
Without thinking, I go faster, until I’m pounding her so hard that the bed shifts. She claws at the edge of the mattress, trying to hold herself steady. All my convictions to make this last have vanished. I need to fill her and hear her moan.
“Put your hand on your clit. Rub little circles till you can’t think.”
She lets go of the mattress with one hand and it vanishes between her legs. Almost instantly, she moans louder as she shakes.
“Oh… oh… I’m going to come. Sir, I don’t think I can stop. Please, can I come? Please?”
Knowing she’s close makes my Dom side roar. “I thought I told you not to come without permission.”
“Fuck. Please. I can’t stop. Let me come. I’ll do anything. Be your freeuse toy all the time. Suck whoever you want at parties. Won’t come again unless you tell me. Just please let me come now.”
I seize her shoulder, slamming her back on my cock.
“Come for me, NOW.”
Her head snaps back as she lets out a howl of pleasure. With a groan, I come, slamming into her hard with each load that I pump inside her.
“Mmmm, my fucktoy’s learning. That’s how to beg to come.”
I withdraw and lie down beside her, pulling her into my arms. She’s spaced out, a smile on her face, and her eyes are closed. I’ll fuck her more later, but for now, I want her in my arms.
“Sir,” she says, her eyes opening. “Am I really not coming till Valentine’s?”
I give her a soft kiss and tickle her chin.
Since she sent me the text asking if I was her dom or her boyfriend, I’ve been thinking a lot about our future. I think I know what I should do, but not how to say it. Now isn’t the moment, and what she wants is for me to hold her and comfort her.
“Maybe, little one. It depends on how good you are.”
Her eyes are glazed from pleasure when she smiles at me. “That’s okay, I can be really good.”
She’s not wrong. She’s quickly learned how to be exactly the best toy for me.
I need to tell her my decision soon. But that’s for later, after we fuck again.
We fall asleep in each other’s arms, and I only wake up when I feel her stroking my cock.
“I want you inside me,” she whispers in my ear. “Even if I don’t get to come, I want you to use me.”
I’m already hard and throbbing as her fingers glide up and down my shaft. It only takes a moment to find a condom and put it on. She gives me a squeeze and wraps her leg around me before rubbing the tip of my cock against her pussy.
With a growl, I push her onto her back and climb on top.
I grab her legs and bend them up so that her knees are almost touching her face.
Her pussy is spread out before me and within seconds, I’m sinking all the way into her.
She’s so wet, and my body tingles with the sensation of her tight pussy gripping me.
“So my fucktoy wants to be used?”
She nods, her eyes fluttering shut as I press into her. “Use me, Sir. Use me all you want. Fill me with cum.”
I love it when she tells me what she wants, even if I have no intention of letting her be in charge.
“Tell me who owns you.”
“You do, Sir, you own me completely,” she sighs.
“Who decides if you come or not?”
She cries out, “Only you,” as I give a sharp thrust.
“And who decides if anyone else can use you?”
“You do– but I only want you. No one else. My Sir is in complete control.”
I fuck her so hard that the bedframe rattles. I want to hear her moan my name and make her quiver beneath me.
“Oh god. Mike. Yes, Sir, fuck me. I’m your freeuse toy. Come inside me, please!”
The desperation in her voice drives me into a frenzy. My balls are tight and aching for release. I need to fill her.
“Tell me what a needy fucktoy you are,” I gasp.
“Best fucktoy. Need your cock all the time.”
I slam into her hard, burrowing deep inside her.
She moans, “Yes. Oh, yes. Like that. Fuck me hard.”
I keep pumping into her, bringing her towards her climax. Her body tenses, her breathing becomes shallow and rapid, and her mouth hangs open.
“You’re going to come, aren’t you?”
She moans and shakes her head. “Not got permission. Not coming till Valentines. Fuck. Your cock is so fucking amazing.”
I love her determination not to break my rule. It shows me how much she wants to obey me.
“Don’t worry, Kitten, you can come. Do it for your Sir, come NOW!”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, she howls and her pussy clamps around me. It’s enough to tip me over the edge, both of us lost in our orgasms as we slam together.
In the distance, fireworks boom and bells ring. It’s a new year.
“Happy New Year, Sir.”
Her lips are soft and warm, and her arms wrap around me and pull me closer.
“Happy New Year, Kitten.”
It’s perfect, the two of us wrapped together at the start of the year. I can’t think of any place I’d rather be.
She cuddles against me. “You let me come. I thought you’d make me wait.”
“I couldn’t make my girlfriend wait all that time,” I say without thinking.
And there it is, it’s out in the open. I called her what she is, my girlfriend.
I hold my breath while I wait for her reply. What if I’ve left it too long? What if that’s not what she wants?
She kisses me on the nose, then closes her eyes and rests her hand in mine.
“I have a boyfriend. Best New Year’s ever.”