I throw the car in park and kill the engine as I pull into the garage after a long day at work. It wasn’t long because it was a bad day. It’s just one of those days I wish I had called in sick so I could have my boy in arms reach at all times. By now, I’m so worked up every action is full of purpose, even down to grabbing the bottle of honey from the pantry. I’m a predator looking for her prey…all that matters is the hunt.
I find him in the laundry room. My sweet, sweet boy, in his collar and cute little maid outfit, bent over as he pulls warm clothes from the dryer to the basket. He hears my footsteps and turns with a smile to greet me, but it falls when he sees the hunger on my face. In two steps I have him in my grasp, assaulting him with my kisses. He moans into my mouth, and I completely disengage all decency.
“Go to the bedroom, take off your clothes, and spread out on the bed.” “Yes Miss.” He says without hesitation, his breath already hitching. He scurries off as I lazily stalk behind him, honey bottle in my hand, and I find him nude except for his collar, spread out on the comforter just as I’d said. I go over to the dresser, and sitting the honey bottle down, open one of the drawers and pull out four lengths of red cotton rope.
“I’m going to tie you.” I say, walking over. “O-okay, Miss.” He whimpers. God, he gets flustered so easily. That’s just one of the many reasons I love him.
I skillfully toe his wrists and ankles to the bedposts, so he has no choice but to be open to me. Then I pick up the honey bottle again, and use a dab to gloss my lips. His eyes are wide and full of wonder as I climb on the bed and start to kiss him, making him taste the honey in my kiss. I start gently, but so begin kiss him deep, eventually forcing my way into his mouth with my tongue, we’re his begins to dance with it. Once I think he’s had enough, I drip a few more drops of honey on his neck, quickly using my tongue and lips to clean it up. He moans while I work on the gentle flesh.
Next, I drizzle some on one nipple, then lick and suck the sweet nectar off it, making sure to give the other the same treatment. I trail a long line down his quivering belly, before changing position and placing myself between his legs from the foot of the bed.
He looks down at me, flushed and breathing shallowly. He whimpers as I drip the honey onto his cockhead and watch as it runs down his shaft and his balls. I meet his eyes, glaring like a tigress does at a caribou, and holding his gaze, I give the head one small, gentle lick.
His head falls back onto the pillows with a pitiful cry, and I begin my assault of licking, kissing and sucking just the head. Once it’s clean, I move down to the shaft, then his balls. Once the honey is gone, and I have him shivering with pleasure, I cup and gently squeeze his nuts as I suck him and swirl my tongue around his head. He begins to fight the urge to buck into my mouth. He knows he’s not supposed to.
“Miss! Miss, I’m close!” He says, then groans as I abruptly stop and leave his cock throbbing for attention. It’s my turn to strip, and in no time, I’m straddling him in the bed, rubbing myself in his cock, but refusing to let him in.
“Please Miss…please!” He begs, and I can’t deny myself anymore. I guide him into me, and moan at the sensation. In seconds, I start grinding, using my cock to relieve the ache I’ve had all day. My boy is getting lost in his own pleasure beneath me.
As I grind faster, I run my hands up my stomach to my breasts. I want to put on a show. I want to tease him with not being able to touch me, and only being able to lie there and be used. “Oh…god.” I groan as I cup by breasts and squeeze them, and one hand darts down to rub my clit as I fuck my boy. I’m so worked up already, it won’t be long before- “Miss! Miss please let me cum!” He knows I like it when he begs.
I look down at him. He looks like he’s in pain, and I can’t blame him.
“Cum with me, puppy.” I whisper, then bite my lip and throw my head back as orgasm rocks is both. We both spend agonizing, wonderful moments lost in pleasure, before we’re both panting and useless. I lean forward and kiss him again, but this time it’s a loving and tender.
“Good boy.” “Thank you, m-miss.”
Once we’ve both recovered, I climb off him, and untie the ropes. I send him back to finish the laundry, while I head to the bathroom to shower.
Nicely written.