I walk into the bedroom to find you where I left you, completely naked and tucked up in bed. My core tightens as i remember how I left you – my quivering mess – but your eyes are closed, and I decide not to wake you up. It’d be cruel. I’m sure you’re all worn out.
I’m about to join you in bed when I notice the covers moving subtly.
Oh… so my little one thinks he can touch himself against my express wishes, does he?
We can’t have that.
My hand falls on your mouth as the other yanks the cover away. Your eyes shoot open.
Your hand falls away from your cock too late. Far too late.
“You know I told you not to touch yourself,” I say, looking at you sternly.
You shift uncomfortably under my gaze. Nod.
I drop the covers and absently brush a strand of hair from your forehead.
“Then why are you, honey?” I ask.
I pull my hand away from your mouth.
“I couldn’t get this morning out of my mind, Miss,” you confess.
My face softens. I kiss you on the forehead and crawl onto the bed.
“Neither could I, honey. But I’m not breaking the rules like a bad boy. You remember what happens when you break the rules, don’t you?”
You swallow, but your eyes darken. “Yes Miss.” Your voice is hoarse.
“Apparently not enough, and you need a reminder.” i sigh softly. “I’m going to have to punish you again. Put your hands above your head.”
You do. I handcuff you.
“I’m going to tease you, but you aren’t allowed to cum until I say. Ok?”
“Yes Miss,”
“Good,” I tell you, running a hand down your chest. You watch it disappear beneath the covers. Your gasp a moment later makes me smile.
“Nice and hard,” I observe. I lean in, dropping my lips to your ear. “All the better to fuck myself with.”
Your lips part.
I stroke you harder, firmer, feeling you twitch in my grasp. Your face twists with pleasure, head tilted back, eyes squeezed tight shut.
I stop.
Your eyes fly open as you feel my hand move away completely, and you look at me.
“Please don’t stop Miss. Please…” You whine a little as I keep moving away, off the bed. Your worried eyes track me, tracing my path backwards. You’re worried I’ll walk out, leave you in this state until I deem fit.
I undo the button of my jeans. You exhale softly.
I remove my top and play with my tits through my bra. You can’t stop looking… and you’re itching to touch yourself. My lips curve into a small smile as I continue to strip. I have you exactly where I want you.
When I’m done, I leave a pile of clothes on the floor. I don’t get back into bed… Instead I work my hands over my body, trailing lower and lower. My fingers part my pussy lips and I gasp at my own wetness. I play with myself, tipping my head back in ecstasy, moaning softly as I fuck myself. I stop just as my climax is about to crescendo.
Now I re-enter the bed, and order you to suck my fingers clean. The combination of soft lips and rough tongue gives me an idea, and my lips curve in a devilish smile. I pull the duvet away, exposing you fully.
I tell you to make me cum as I straddle you, facing your cock. My back arches at the first touch of your tongue on my clit, and as you eat me out hungrily, I stroke you again. Only this time, I add in teasing licks and sucking. You’ve left yourself sticky with precum, and of course I have to clean up your mess, though it is tasty.
I take my time pushing you to the edge… then stop, again. I know how it frustrates you.
I groan as my pussy tightens convulsively. Your tongue plays with my clit, warm and rough. I can feel your hungry concentration.
You suck and lick me hungrily, pressing closer. The intensity makes me gasp, and my pussy twitches, which only makes you turn up your focus even more.
“Don’t stop baby,” I encourage. “I’m so close.” I groan as you suck me.
My pussy tightens one last time, and I cum, shaking, into your mouth. You lick me up eagerly.
I take a second before I crawl off of you, dazed by the intensity.
You’re licking your lips clean as I turn around, and kiss you hard. I pull away to breathe, then kiss you on the forehead.
I have to reward you after that.
“Thank you, honey. I’m going to ride you now, and you’re going to cum in my pussy. Ok?”
You nod, your eyes shining eagerly.
“Good,” I say, my voice warm.
I straddle your hips, groaning as I line you up and sink onto you.
Then I lean forward and ride you hard, hips thrusting, skin slapping against yours. My boobs bounce. The bed creaks under the force. I slow, switching to hard, fast, deliberate hip thrusts, up and down, up and down. I squeeze my pussy tight around you.
Your moans are music to my ears.
“Miss, I’m going to cum…”
“Good boy,” I say, grinning, and ride you hard again. “Cum for me, honey,”
And you do, flooding my womb with thick, creamy warmth. It rushes over my walls, every spurt making me moan.
I lay against your chest when you finish, cuddling you.
Finally, when I can move, I pull away and climb off of you. I remove the handcuffs, peppering your lips and forehead with little kisses, and snuggle back in once I’m finished. I pull the duvet back over us and you into my chest.
“Thank you honey,” I say quietly, running my hands through your hair.
“Thank you Miss,” you murmur, cuddling closer.
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