Bad Boy: Part 5 [m/f]

As Olivia approaches her bedroom door, she hears a faint buzzing from inside.

Mentally, she sighs. You’d think he *wanted* to be caught.

She pushes the door open a crack, to find him exactly where she thought he’d be; on her bed, naked, playing with her toys.

He holds a buzzing wand to his hard cock. She can see it twitching, see how pre-cum beads from his tip and coats his shaft. It glistens on her toy. His eyes are closed, and his head tilted back, mouth open in ecstasy. She can hear his soft, breathy moans faintly from where she stands.

But he hasn’t heard her.

Her pussy twitches, and she briefly considers just watching him finish from here. He *is* enjoying himself.

…Using her toys, in her bed.

She enters the room.

His eyes immediately open, and he drops the toy, scrambling up to hide his misdeeds. He looks at her, but his eyes keep flickering to the door.

“What have you been told about using other people’s toys?” She says severely.

“I’m sorry.” He says quietly. But he doesn’t sound *that* remorseful, and he won’t focus on her, his eyes glued to that damned door.

“I can shout her and tell her all about what a bad boy you’ve been if you like,” she says sharply.

He flinches.

“But I’d rather not,” she continues, her voice softer. “I’d rather you paid attention to me like a good boy, let me punish you, and then we don’t have to call in Sarah. How does that sound?”

He nods reluctantly, relaxing slowly. Olivia is the lesser of two evils… so to speak.

She holds her hand out. He gives her the wand, still buzzing. She holds it lightly, straddling his legs, and grips his cock in a hand.

“I’m going to edge you until you beg me to let you cum… And then I’m going to edge you some more. You don’t cum until I say. Understood?”

He glowers at her.

She smirks. “Good. I’m glad we understand each other.”

She runs the wand up his shaft, and his mutiny immediately dissolves. He moans.

He bites his lip, shaking as she doesn’t let up, running the vibrations over his shaft. Silence fills the room. Olivia’s eyes are fixed on his cock, her concentration solely on the teasing. She makes sure not to neglect his tip, circling it until his back arches and he begs her to stop. She does, eventually, but only after she’s tortured him a few seconds longer.

As she runs it back down his shaft, she pushes the wand to its highest setting.

He gasps softly. The sound breaks the tense silence.

Her eyes flicker up to his face. Over his bitten lip, tense face, his open, wide, unfocused eyes.

She grins.

And slowly, oh so slowly, rolls it back up.

He watches her, shuddering as she comes close to his tip. And again as she moves down an inch, only to move straight back up again, achingly close to it again.

She teases him like this for a while, enjoying how his eyes blindly follow her movement, up, down, up, down. Enjoying, too, how he trembles feverishly when her hand shifts the slightest bit closer to his most sensitive area.

Eventually she relents, playing it over his lower shaft. He relaxes slightly, tilting his head back, closing his eyes. A mistake.

She grins wickedly.

Grabs a bullet vibe from the bed, and plays with his balls with the wand, at the same time as she begins to use the bullet on his glans.

It doesn’t take long before he’s a quivering, twitching mess.

He whimpers, fighting to relax, fighting the need to cum so hard that his vision greys out for a second. His cock twitches and throbs. He dimly hears himself talking, begging, but the words are a blur.

The buzzing stops. The vibration stops.

Gradually his own words become clear to him. “Please, please stop, I can’t, I can’t.”

He falls silent, his breathing heavy and hard. She stroke her thumb over his hip.

“Good boy,” she murmurs, her voice full and low. Proud.

Something strange and warm grows in his chest at that.

He relaxes slowly, the tremors easing. There is, for a second, peace.

And then she starts the vibrators again.

She edges him hard again, using the multiple vibrations to tease him back to the edge, then holding back, lowering the levels just enough that he can avoid losing control.

She edges him until he’s hers. Mentally, emotionally, physically… he’s hers. Utterly.

He mindless, so focused on the stimulation and pleasure and need to cum that she knows he’d do anything right now. *Anything*.

She pulls away one last time.

Waits for him to relax.

But he can’t – he’s too keyed up, too overstimulated.

So she applies the vibes again, and the lowest level possible. On his shaft, his balls. She circles his tip once, and he gasps, shudders.

“You can cum,” she tells him.

Then she switches them up to the highest setting.

He cums. Immediately. Hot, thick, white cum spurts from him, covering the both of them in him. And still he keeps going, cock twitching, the vibrations draining him to the last drop.

He lays there, spent.

Olivia, however, has other plans. She grabs tissues, orders him to clean her up, then the toys and himself.

He makes sure to do a through job. He doesn’t have the energy to rebel.

Then she shoves his clothes at him. He dresses without having to be told.

“Good boy.” She tells him. The warmth begins again in his chest. She pulls him into her chest, cuddling him. Peace once more descends.

Then something creaks. They both freeze. She pulls away; the moment is broken.

“Leave.” She orders.

He pulls away reluctantly, but does as he’s told. The door shuts softly behind him.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sv4532/bad_boy_part_5_mf