You wake up to find my handcuffs wrapped around your wrists, yourself naked.
“Good morning baby,” I murmur, brushing your hair away from your face.
“Good morning, Miss.”
You’re my good boy. And you’re going to prove it to me.
I trail my hand down your chest, taking in your body lazily. I love that trail of hair that leads from your belly button to your cock, trace it with my fingers.
You moan softly as I grip you.
I laugh, and let go.
“Miss…” You don’t quite manage to hide the whine in your voice.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
“Why did you stop?”
“You know why, baby.”
You go silent. I stroke your cock, unable to resist the urge.
“I was bad,” you mumble.
“And you’re my good boy, we can’t have that can we?”
You shake your head. Moan again as my other hand plays with your balls.
“I’m going to play with you, but you aren’t allowed to cum today baby.”
“But Miss…”
My voice hardens. “Whine, and I’ll make it tomorrow too.”
You fall silent, aside from the little groans I elicit with my touch. Squeezing and stroking you, licking up any pre-cum I can see. Sucking your balls and your tip, but never any further. I want to be able to tease my good boy for a while yet.
I stop playing, straddle your body, kiss you.
“I’m going to use the toys now,” I say onto your lips.
I kiss you again, lean over you and grab them from the dresser. A wand, butt plug, my favourite dildo.
Lube up my fingers and push one into your ass, then a second. You’re tight today; you’re going to feel every inch of the plug. I smile at the thought, and replace my fingers with it. You whimper as the plug reaches its widest part, then it’s in.
“Such a good boy,” I praise.
I switch on the wand next, loving the anticipation, the hunger on your face. A hunger that will go unanswered today.
Run it slowly up your thighs, make you shiver. Then, watching your face intently, start to use it on your shaft, careful to avoid your balls and glans as I do. I wouldn’t want to overwhelm my little one.
I can see you building quickly, too quickly, so I switch the wand off and start to play with myself instead.
I position myself where I know you can see and run my hands down my body, play with my breasts. I lean back, open my legs wide, pinch my hardened nipples. I move a hand lower, moan at my own wetness as I circle my clit.
I can hear you making these helpless, hungry little sounds in the back of your throat as you watch me play with myself. It turns me on so much more.
“Miss?”
“Yes baby?”
“Would you fuck yourself with your dildo?”
I smile. “Of course, sweetie.”
I pick it up, lock eyes with you and suck it deep, devouring it like I would a cock. When it’s nice and wet enough I tease myself with it, run it over my pussy lips.
I push it in slowly, let my head fall back, moaning as it stretches me. I move it slowly at first, then start to fuck myself properly, rocking my hips.
“Mmm… Don’t you wish this were your cock baby? Imagine me using you like I am this toy.”
“Please, Miss…”
I moan. Fuck I love it when you use that soft little voice.
“What is it?”
“Please won’t you cum for me Miss?”
I swallow. “Of course… I will baby.” I’m panting, playing with my clit, groaning as my pussy tightens around it.
I open my eyes, force myself to look at you as I cum violently. Slowly, I slump forward. I can feel my cheeks burning, pleasure still hitting me in waves. I pull the toy out and force you to watch as I suck it clean, tasting my own sweetness.
I kiss your lips, your forehead.
“You’re such a good boy, baby. *My* good boy.”
Then I leave, with you restrained, the toy still inside you, and the taste of me on your lips.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qe9z1v/please_you