Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Such a Good Boy

Such A Good Boy 
submitted by Kellie Janine
“Look at you, all laid out for me,” she drawled, smiling down at the naked man on the bed in front of her, “You look good enough to eat.”
He grinned back at her and raised an eyebrow, “Is that on the agenda?”
“Oh sweetheart, let's not ruin the surprise, huh?”
She walked over and sat down beside him, resting her hand on his chest. “Okay, no talking unless I give you permission. Understood?”
He nodded, and she smiled as she reached over and wrapped a leather strap around his wrist.
“Too tight?” she asked, pressing a kiss to his pulse point. He shook his head and, after another kiss to his palm, she secured his other wrist in the same way. Within minutes she'd done the same to both his ankles, leaving him spread across the bed, completely open and ready for her to play with.
She had plans for tonight. She wanted to tease him, to torment him. She wanted him a quivering mess before she finally let him have his reward. But looking down at his cock, which lay thick and heavy already against his stomach, she almost changed her mind about dragging out the fun.
She knew that she could take him right now. Just straddle him and let him slide into her, hard and hot. She could ride him, rough and fast, and watch as he strained against the bonds that tied his wrists to the bedposts.
But that wouldn't give her what she wanted.
She wanted to watch him fall apart, to see him moan and writhe with pleasure under her fingertips. She wanted to be able to appreciate it, and she didn't think she could if she lost control.
So tonight would have to be about him.
She stroked a hand up his side and across his chest, squeezing at his nipple and watching as his eyes glazed over. He moaned softly and his hands flexed and strained against the straps that bound them in place.
"Oh, you like that,"
Wide brown eyes, large and unfocused, met hers. She could see a combination of fear and arousal in them, but he didn't use his safe word. She had to trust him to stop her if it was too much, just as he trusted her to give him more than he thought he could take.
"I could play with these all night, you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you," she murmured, squeezing again and running the fingers of her other hand through his hair. He leaned into her touch, wordlessly begging for her caress. "Would you like that? Would you like me to pinch and torture your nipples?"
He didn't reply, just moaned again, long and low, his eyes still glazed but never leaving hers.
"I think you could actually come from this alone," she gave his nipple a harsh twist, harder than anything she'd done so far. He moaned again, but he didn't tense up, didn't resist her, and that aroused her more than anything else.
"I love how you submit to me, the way you give in and just give it all to me,” she purred, “I love everything about this, you're so gorgeous when you let go,” she caressed the side of his face and he leaned into her again, seeking comfort.
She released his nipple and let her hand slide down his chest and towards his cock. It leapt hopefully and she smirked at that.
"Oh, don't worry, we're getting there," she crooned, "but you're not nearly desperate enough yet."
That drew a begging whine from him but she ignored it, allowing her hand to continue down, bypassing his cock completely and heading straight for his balls. She cupped them, rolling them ever so slightly with her fingers, and then pressed down on the spot behind and gently massaged. This tore another breathy moan from the man, but he still didn't struggle against his bonds.
"Oh that's good, that's so good," she said, "You're still not resisting … so beautiful." She allowed quiet words of encouragement to fall as she continued to press there, slowly letting the other hand come back up to brush against the sensitized nipples.
"Just keep on holding on, give it all up to me. Don't do anything, you don't have to do anything," she whispered, "All you have to do is be here and do what I tell you to."
She let her hand drift up from his balls and stroked a careful finger along the bottom ridge of his cock. It bobbed up and down in reaction to her searching fingertips. He sobbed a little, his hips rising slightly to chase her retreating caress.
"Would you like me to touch it more?" she asked, teasingly. He nodded wordlessly and she smirked.
"So beautiful, and so obedient," she murmured, "You're such a good boy, so good for me."
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and slowly let it drag all the way to the top, making sure her thumb caught on the bundle of nerves at the underside of the tip, and then brought it back down again.
He gasped, almost lost for breath. He was on the edge, and the sudden, intense sensation almost pushed him over. But he didn't have permission to come and he knew that. She could see the struggle on his face as he tried to hold off his climax.
"Don't," she cautioned, knowing that reinforcing the command verbally would help him to hold on, "Don't let yourself come without permission. If you do then I'll have to punish you."
His eyes brightened at that, but his body reacted immediately, melting back into the mattress. He was so wonderfully responsive to her orders, it was almost overwhelming.
"You are so beautiful, so gorgeous when you're like this. You have no idea how much I love the fact that you're willing to do this for me. To do this with me."
She kept stroking slowly as she spoke, and he just lay there whimpering and taking everything she gave him.
"You want to come, don't you," she raised her free hand up and pressed two fingers into his mouth, allowing him to suck on them. He groaned around them and nodded frantically, “I know you do, and you will soon. Don't worry, I've got you sweetheart, and I'll get you there in the end. Just trust me."
She took her hand off his cock and he whimpered with disappointment, but then she started stroking up his sides and laid a gentle kiss on his collar bone.
She continued to lay soft, sucking kisses across his broad chest, going from one side to the other and making sure to capture each nipple as she did so. He keened each time her warm mouth closed over the swollen flesh, straining up as if to beg for more suction, more heat.
He was so caught up in what she was doing to his chest that he didn't even notice as her hand had traveled back down to his cock and wrapped around it firmly.
At least, he didn't until she began to jerk him off, tight and fast. He screamed at the sudden change of pace, straining pointlessly against the leather straps that held him in place.
Even as she raised her head from his chest, she didn't slow her attack on his cock. If anything, she allowed herself to go even faster, even harder. She used her other hand to brace against his hips, holding them still, and continued with the punishing pace.
“Just take it. I know you can,” she said, almost conversationally, “There's no point fighting. I'm going to keep stroking you until you think you can't handle another second … and then I'm going to make you take more.”
He groaned at her words, his fists clenching and unclenching. His lips were forming words, and she thought she could read “Please … can't … please...”, but, obedient as ever, he remained silent.
“How much more do you think you can handle?” she asked, grinning down evilly, “Ten more strokes? Twenty? Fifty?”
He mewled and pushed his head back into the pillow, his eyes clenched shut tightly. He was truly starting to struggle now, she could tell. Time to end it.
She took her other hand off his hips and reached down, beyond his balls and into his cleft, fingers searching for the puckered hole there. As she pressed against it, her other hand still keeping up it's harsh pace on his cock, he shrieked and lifted of the bed as far as his bonds would allow. Now, she thought.
“Come for me, baby,” she said, allowing the finger to breach his ring.
With a wail he obeyed her, and thick pearly ropes shot up and across his chest. His eyes flew open and she watched as the haziness left them for a second, only for it to settle again once the streams of semen stopped. He shuddered, jerking as she stroked him through the aftershocks.
“You did so well” she whispered, and he winced as she withdrew her finger from his hole, “I'm so proud of you.”
She took a towel from the bedside cabinet and cleaned him up, careful not to be too rough on his red, chafed chest. He muttered a little, unintelligible nonsense, and she smiled fondly.
“You sleep now, sweetheart,” she said, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead, “We'll talk when you wake up.”
Half asleep, he nodded at that, but there was something he needed to hear first. “I was good?” he mumbled, eyes firmly closed.
“You were so good,” she whispered, “Such a good boy.”