Disobedience [m/f] [BDSM] [Fdom]

He found himself pinned against the bed, naked. She kept him down with a hand whilst she tied him up, efficiently. He struggled, but only a little. She’d trained him enough that he knew she’d only punish him if he tried to fight back.

She’d come back early and caught him by surprise. He’d been watching porn and pleasuring himself when the bedroom door swung open – that was two rules broken. He just hadn’t been able to resist it, the rush at the idea he could be caught heating his blood.

“How many times have you done this whilst I’ve been gone?” She asked, deceptively calm.

He didn’t answer.

“How many times?” Her tone was a warning.

But he kept his mouth stubbornly shut.

She sighed. “Fine. We’ll do this the hard way.”

She straddled him, grinding on him slowly, and watched his tension be replaced by a different kind of strain. He rocked against her slowly, tentatively. She stroked his cheek, and his movements became certain.

She unbuttons her shirt, undresses slowly, seductively. When she crawls back on to the bed she takes his cock into her hand firmly. She runs the other down his chest as she begins to stroke him.

He moans softly.

She chuckles, a low quiet sound. Then moves down so she can suck and lick his balls, enjoying every last helpless, pathetic little noise she pulls from him.

And when she sits up, she enjoys the bliss on his face even more.

“Do you want more, baby boy?” She asks softly.

He nods.

And then, in the same tone she asks: “Then why don’t you tell me-?”

He’s already shaking his head.

“Fine.” Her tone has hardened. “You’ll get me off first.”

She climbs onto his face and presses her pussy against his mouth. He opens his lips reluctantly and licks her. She squeezes his cock as encouragement.

He licks her again, more energetically, hungrier.

“Good boy,” she murmurs, as she wraps her other hand around his cock and strokes.

That’s all the encouragement he needs. He eats her out.

She presses closer into his face, rocking her hips, moaning. Her hands slacken on him as he drives her close and closer, sucking and licking, falling into a rhythm that makes her muscles clench and her order him not to stop.

He doesn’t.

She cums hard, shuddering against him. He licks her gently through the aftershocks. She doesn’t even need to tell him to clean her up.

So she moves back down his body and lines herself up against his cock. She teases him for a little while, rubbing his head between her warm, wet folds. But in driving him wild, she’s making her own pulse race, and she can’t contain herself for long. She thrusts herself onto him, groaning softly in relief as he fills her.

She’s not the only one moaning.

She fucks him slowly, lifting herself up until he’s only just inside her, then thrusting back down, fast. She does it again.

And again.

And again.

Until he’s a quivering mess, literally shaking in her arms. She strokes his hair, soothing him until he’s calmed.

And then she fucks him properly. Hard. Fast. Merciless.

She watches his face, grinning as she sees he’s lost in pleasure. That he can’t think of anything else but her body and his need.

She doesn’t stop until she has him on the very edge. Then she waits, edging him.

She drives him to the edge once more. She knows he won’t be able to resist for much longer.

“Tell me and you can cum,” she commands.

He moans in her hands, writhing under her relentless thrusts.

He breaks. The pressure is too much.

“I don’t remember Miss. A lot.”

“Not good enough.”

“Almost every time you’ve been at work.” He blurts.

She pauses.

Then leans forward and fucks him as hard as she can.

“Good boy. Cum for me. And make sure you appreciate every last second.”

He cums almost as soon as she speaks the word, groaning at the release, eyes closed tight shut. He’s not too far gone not to understand her last words though.

She climbs off of him and he opens his eyes to see her halfway through the door.

“Miss? Where are you going?” he asks her in a small voice.

She turns. “I’m leaving you to think about your actions. You’ll be thinking about them for a long time, I promise you.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’m not untying you. Ever.”

And with that she leaves the room, shutting the door behind her softly.

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