Actions Have Consequences Boy!

He was on his back on the bed, his hands grabbing the sheet like it was his life support. A hiss escaped his clenched teeth when he felt her bite his thigh once more. Her tongue soothed the aching pain of his flesh.

"What do you say now, big boy?"

"I'm... I'm sorry,

"And what are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry I flirted with those women at the office party. But it was to hide how I flirted with you!"

"No excuse!" her voice like a whip, he whimpered when her flattened hand collided with his hard cock. She slapped it once, twice, thrice. Each time he felt his core tightened, ready to come all over his stomach. But the cock ring made it impossible to find his release.

She looked at his face and came closer to kiss him, it was wild, messy, and wet. The only reason he did not grab her hair to kiss her more was the order she gave him. He was going to obey, he was a good boy after all. HER good boy.

"I need to remind you who you belong to, puppy. We can't have you running around with that kind of behavior. Right?"

He nodded, just desperate to be freed and able to cum on her, with her, in front of her... he did not care anymore. The pressure was excruciating.

To his surprise, she grabbed her bag and took her red lipstick. His favorite on her. In a few seconds, she had the perfect red lips curled into a smile.

"Time to take that ring off, my sweet boy. But no coming."

She took the silicone band away from his pride and joy and he took a second to enjoy the sensation of it coming off. But his torture was not done.

"Remember. No.Cumming. Not until I say you can. Oh, and hand me the bullet vibrator on the nightstand please."

He almost cried. He was going to suffer, he knew the bullet was for him and not for her clit. She was still fully clothed in that beautiful velvet dress after all.

"I'm going to put my mark on you. And like a good boy, you'll stay still and take it."

She did not wait for his answer. Her lips found his clean shaved balls and tortured him with soft kisses and languid licks of her tongue. Suddenly he felt a cold metal against his shaft, then vibration just under the head of his cock. The vibrator. Full force. It was too much. Too much happening at once. He cried and begged.

"Please, please, please let me cum. Please."

With a chuckle, she sucked one sack in her mouth before releasing it into the cold air.

"Did you learn your lesson, then?"

He could barely form a coherent sentence, he could feel the precum run down his hard and sensitive cock.

"Fine then." the vibrator left his skin and he did not know if it was a reward or a punishment.

"Cum then, be a good boy and cum for me."

Then her mouth took him, deep. She had never been able to reach his hips before, but like some miracle tonight she took him entirely. To the fucking base, where she left the most vibrant red ring of lipstick. Despite his whimpers, he heard the bullet being turned on again and he felt it behind his balls.

He lost. Every nerve on fire, cock oversensitive... The orgasm took him like a wave, blurred his sight, and erased his own name from his memory. He could just moan and cry while this gorgeous woman took his cock and milked him dry, to his very soul.

His brain was a blank canvas, he could barely hear the voice calling him.

"You're ok, pet?" she asked, running a soothing hand on his stomach.

He had to try several times before opening his eyes, watching the slight worry on her face morph into a loving smile.

"You're alright. Good."

She took her time to get rid of her dress, then joined him on the bed. His lover cuddled against his side, giving him a slow and intimate kiss before laying her head on his shoulder.

"I'm serious you know" he looked at her, startled. her voice was different, lower, almost... embarrassed? "I don't want you to flirt with other girls. Even if I know it's to hide us. It hurts, to see you give them *my* smile"

His heart stopped for a second. him? hurting her? No! He did not want that, never that!

He wanted to slap his past self who thought it would be a good diversion technique.

"I'm sorry. I did not want to h-"

"Shh. I know. I know. Just don't do it again, ok?"

"I promise," he answered, his nose pressed in her hair. He inhaled her powerful fragrance, something so unique to her that he could only feel his heart beat faster every time he smelled that perfume.

He could only hear her smile in her soft voice, but he could imagine it in his head.

"Good. Thank you, my big boy."