Chapter 17
“You want to be my good boy?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“You don’t even know what that means.”
“If it means I get to please you, that’s enough for me. Ma’am.”
The combination of the heated water of the pool and the fact that I’m fully clothed, yet still able to feel every taut muscle of the man begging to fuck me is enough to make me snap.
I’m way too horny to have the discussion that’s mandatory before we really play, but we’re to the point that I’m torturing us both.
And I’m not the one who’s tortured when I fuck.
It’s late enough at night that we should have relative privacy throughout the house.
“Carry me to my bedroom. Quickly.” Luckily, we don’t have far to go, and in no time, he’s placing me beside the bed and reaching for my waist. I step back out of his radius and allow my appreciative gaze to rake down his soaking wet body, softening the blow of disallowing his touch. He’ll have to get used to that.
“Strip. And I have one rule for tonight. Don’t touch me. Not with your hands, at least. I’ll tell you exactly where I want your mouth, but your hands stay off me. You can put them behind your back if it helps, or behind your head, but so help me, if you touch me, I will chop them off. Got it?”
He peels off his soaked clothes, then clasps his hands behind his back, eyes raking up and down my body as I remove my own wet attire. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Fuck. He looks so delicious, heavy cock bobbing against his stomach, leaning to the side under its own weight. I can’t help myself. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I revel in the widening of his eyes and the strain evident in his biceps as he prevents himself from touching me.
“You really have been so good for me, Thatcher. You handled the tasks I set for you well, and you always follow my instructions to the letter.”
He whimpers as I trail one sharp nail up his thigh, every muscle in his body seemingly clenched against any movement that he knows will get him in trouble. From his thick base to his tip, tracing around his flushed head and enjoying the sticky drop of cum that beads up under the pad of my finger.
“Do you like it when I touch you? You have such a pretty cock.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am.” His teeth are ground together, every cell in his body tense against the pleasure that I’m offering.
I press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to his weeping tip, tracing him with my tongue in one languid motion before releasing him with a pop.
His knees are shaking now, and I think I’ll have to put him on his back soon, or he’ll fall over.
“What if I told you that I wanted to use you? If I told you to lie back on the bed and let me play with you for hours, would you?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“What if I ignored your cock for the rest of the night, and instead, I sat on your face for hours, barely letting you breathe, only concerned with my own release? Would you lie there and take it?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“How sweet. I think for both of our sakes, you deserve a quick reward. I’m dying to taste you, and I want you to focus on nothing else but my mouth. Can you do that?”
I don’t give him a chance to answer, taking him as far into my throat in one go as I can.
Few men have ever had the honor of me sucking their cock, but feeling a man melt into putty as soon as I start working him with my mouth is intoxicating.
I want to taste Thatcher’s desire for me, and given how much tension has been simmering between us, I don’t think it will take long.
Digging my nails into his thighs and enjoying his hiss of pain, I set a merciless pace.
Deep strokes with vibration from my wordless praise, followed by kittenish lollipop licks to his tip, have him groaning in a way I know means he must be close.
With a deep breath, I push forward and moan as I meet his gaze for the first time.
That’s all it takes for him to explode into my mouth with a tortured sound that’s music to my ears.
I swallow everything he gives me, happy to have taken the edge off and pushed him further into the soft space I want him in.
He sways, but doesn’t move his hands an inch to try to catch himself.
Standing, I can’t take it any longer, pulling him harshly by his hair into a searing kiss.
I swallow his gasp and let him taste himself, asserting the dominance that’s already clearly mine. If Thatcher ever fancied himself a Dom in the bedroom, it’s obvious he was denying his true calling. Finally coming up for air, he’s so dazed that I only have seconds before he topples over.
“Lie back on the bed, legs together, hands clasped behind your head.”
Climbing on top and settling on his shins, I admire the vision before me.
His golden curls have started to dry haphazardly from the pool water, but his brow is re-dampened with a sheen of sweat from enduring his pleasure.
The perfect cock that was just as delicious as I expected is still half hard, and I don’t doubt that his refractory period will be short. He is quite young, after all.
“You did so well,” I coo, although it seems he’s barely registering my words. “I’m proud of you for giving me what I wanted so quickly. Now, do you remember how I taught you to lick my pussy?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Do you think you can do it upside down?”
He’s just as talented as I remember, and I’ve gotten off twice while riding his face as I edged him. His legs are shaking, so I know it’s time to take what I want before it’s too late and I have to wait again.
When I flip back around, my clit throbs at the sight of his arms still stalwartly placed behind his head.
Straddling his red, abused cock, I slowly start to grind back and forth.
He can barely keep his eyes open, so lost in the pleasure of not making a single decision and existing only for my pleasure.
“You’ve been so good tonight. My very good boy. You’re just my personal toy, aren’t you? You don’t have to think or do anything at all except take what I give you. If I left you here hard, alone, and told you not to touch yourself, what would you say?”
His abs contract beautifully as I drag my claws down, leaving red scratch marks in their wake. There’s barely any air in his lungs as he replies.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Placing my hands on his shins and lifting my hips to give him a view of my messy core, no doubt glistening from the wetness I’ve been grinding and spreading on his cock, I soak in the adoration and heat in his eyes.
“Is this what you want?”
“Mmmm…”
“Now, Thatcher. That’s not an answer. If you want something, you have to tell me. In detail. This is the only time tonight I want you to say more than “yes, Ma’am.” If you want it badly enough, tell me, and I might just give it to you.”
He licks his lips and briefly flicks his gaze to mine before dropping back to my core, where I’m slowly circling my clit and teasing my entrance, ensuring he can see everything.
“Please,” he whispers in the sweetest little voice. “Please, please let me feel your pussy around my cock. Ma’am, I…I think I’ll die without it. You felt so nice grinding on me. Hot and wet, and I just want you to use me. Please.”
Leaning forward, I give him one more languid kiss, suckling on his lower lip and relishing the twitch of his cock against my core. Pulling back to look at him, I can’t help but lavish praise while I rise to line us up for what we’ve both been craving.
“You’re so pretty, solnyshko, and you’re my good boy, telling me what you want. I think I’ll give it to you.”
Any plans I had to sink all the way onto him are immediately dashed, and I hiss, feeling the sweet stretch of my first thick cock in far too long.
With a few slow strokes, I’m finally seated flush against his hips, and goddamn.
This cock is every bit as excellent as I knew it would be from the first moment I felt it against my thigh.
Leaning back, I give myself a few moments to luxuriate in the stretch, swiveling my hips and grinding for my own pleasure. A whine from the head of the bed reminds me of the man attached to the cock, and I catch his eyes locked on where we’re connected.
“Do you see what a nice stretch your beautiful cock is giving me? You’ve spread me nice and wide, haven’t you?
Such a good boy, letting me use your cock like this.
You’re bigger than any of my dildos, so I think you might have to replace them.
I bet you’d do that for me, wouldn’t you?
Stay right here, naked and ready to be hard for me at a moment’s notice so I could use you any time I wanted. ”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
I think I’ve broken him. I’ve made him so pussy drunk that he’d agree to anything.
Instead of the tension he’s been holding all night, he’s finally relaxed beneath me, limp except for the very hard dick I’m riding faster now.
Moving into a squat, I thank the stair climber for my quad stamina and move one hand to my clit.
“You’re allowed to come because you’ve been such a good boy. But I’m not going to wait on you. If you miss your chance, you’ll have to wait until next time. Tell me when you’re close.”
His whine is barely audible, but I manage to make out that he’s close, which is fortunate, because so am I.
When the first monumental spasm of my orgasm pulls me under, I pop up and off him, reveling in the force of his own release as it shoots onto his abdomen.
I fall to his chest, unable, even with all my strength, to stay upright while riding this wave of pleasure.
His soft gaze, once we’ve both caught our breath, is enough for me to almost wish he had his arms around me, holding me tighter to his muscled chest. Almost.
Instead, I breathe in his scent: chlorine, sweat, Thatcher…and his hands stay firmly behind his head.