I need your cock. I need to drool like a little slut as you present it to me, thick and hard, bobbing before my face. It draws me onward, like a siren’s song as you walk backwards, forcing me to crawl into the bedroom in my pursuit of it.
“Stay there baby. Exactly as you are.” You instruct.
I’m knelt, not quite on all fours, watching as you pull out the restraints. A collar connected to handcuffs by a strip of leather meant to run down my back.
It means no touching tonight.
You collar me, nice and tight, restrain my wrists.
Need ripples down my spine, at the eager look in your eyes wetting my pussy even more.
I need you so bad.
I say as much and you pull me forward, gripping my face firmly.
“Prove it.” You challenge.
I swallow nervously. I wasn’t expecting you to take my statement so immediately. I move forward nervously, eyes darting between your face and your cock. You look down challengingly.
And well… I was never one to back down from a dare.
I lick my lips, then you, humming as the taste of you hits my tongue. A little salty, a little sweet. Perfect.
I open my mouth and start to suck you, truly hungry now. The only thing I can focus on is getting more cum in my belly, filling myself up.
You grip the back of my head, pulling me closer to help me as I tighten my lips around you, work you deeper. I flick my tongue under the parts my lips can’t play with, making you moan. Your hands play with my hair, twisting it around your finger and yanking it.
I’m moaning around you as you hit the back of my throat, making me choke. I’m starting to drool properly now, my jaw aching at your thickness.
“Relax babygirl. You’re going to take all of me into your throat.”
I try to do so as you push deeper. Until my throat bulges with your cock. You tip your head back, groaning.
“So obedient for me, princess,” you say, stroking my hair. “Now be a good girl and hold still while I fuck your thoat.”
You grip my head tighter and pull out, almost to the tip, and slam back in, bruising my throat, making my eyes tear up. You pull my gaze to yours, then repeat yourself, with even more force. I love you using me like this. I won’t be able to speak in the morning.
You smile as I make a tiny sound in the back of my throat.
“Is something wrong, angel?”
I shake my head.
You start to pound into me, faster, hungrier. I can’t stop my moans. They spur you on to fuck me harder, deeper.
Your balls slap against my face, full, heavy. Wetness runs down my thigh as my pussy pulses in anticipation. You’re going to fill me to the brim with cum.
Your cock twitches in my throat.
“You’re going to swallow every drop of cum, slut. My cumslut. Take it all.” Your voice, breathless, exultant at the helpless wreck you’ve made of me.
You finish, painting my tongue, the back of my throat with warmth. I swallow, and swallow and swallow, my mouth refilling as soon as you have. A mix of drool and cum drips from the corner of my mouth.
You pull out of my mouth, tip my chin up.
“I said all of it,” you say warningly.
I look up at you helpless, pleading.
Your lips twitch and you run a finger up my face, gathering up the drool. You hold it tauntingly over my mouth.
“Beg me.”
“Please daddy, please give it to me. I need it so bad… please…”
You pop the finger in my mouth and I suck, greedily.
“My slut.” You croon.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qaxx1q/make_me_beg