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My eyes track your movement as you slowly take your clothes off for me.
Piece by piece.
Slowly.
Just like I asked.
I had a fire crackling in the fireplace on purpose. We both knew you'd be naked by the end of the night and I didn't want you getting cold because of it. I wanted all of your skin available to me but I wanted you to be comfortable.
I watched your hands shake as you fumble with the button on your pants, I wondered how much of that is excitement. You asked for this after all and what kind of Mommy would I be if I denied my sweet boy what he wanted?
I sipped the wine in my hand, settling it on the fishnet covered skin of my knee while I started breathing heavier once you freed your throbbing erection. Bobbing in the firelight, like a hypnotizing pendulum. I stared transfixed, admiring the shape of you as the silence stretched out between us.
"Fold them, baby boy." I instructed, my voice huskier than I meant it to be, dropping my chin in the direction of the heap of clothes on the floor. You moved too fast, too eager and I snapped the paddle in my other hand against my leg as warning. The crack reverberated through you, jolting you to a stop with your hands full of your shirt. I didn't need to say anything, you know why I did it.
Your eagerness is electric, I know how good you want to be for me. But I want you to go slowly and this is how we discussed it would be done. If you forgot, well... it was up to me to remind you.
Your lungs expanded in your chest, stretching the expanse of skin across your back in the flickering light of the fire. A light sheen of sweat made you look like you were encased in jewels. The more you descended into your haze, the more beautiful you became.
Your eagerness has shifted into mindfulness, falling into the ritual of folding your clothes
so they stacked nicely next to the fire. The crisp pops and crackles are the only sound in the room over our breathing, the firesmoke pulling us down together.
Sipping my wine again, I let the tartness of it fill my mouth as you stood again in front of me, hard and waiting. You haven't touched yourself yet and I'm so proud. My eyes lazily tracing over your body.
Your bright, glassy eyes watching me.
The way you're fighting to keep your breathing under control.
The way your toes curl and uncurl in the plush rug underneath you.
Everything is as I wanted it to be. The only light in the room is the fire, warming your backside right now as you waited for my next instruction.
"Where are you right now, sweet b-"
"Green, Mommy." You answered before I finished, the words blurted out with raspy enthusiasm, your body jerking with the effort.
I smiled, locking eyes with you as I brought the glass to my lips. "Stroke three times for me, sweet boy. Any speed, but only three."
Your hand locked around your cock quickly, but you waited to stroke yourself. Sipping, I watched you slowly and methodically stroked from the base of your throbbing cock, to the tip. Your shaking fingers wrapping around the swollen crown of your tip before descending again.
"Count out loud."
You licked your lips, swallowing thickly. "Yes."
"Yes, what." I snapped, my voice harder and I watched as you visibly recoiled.
"Sorry Mommy. Yes, Mommy."
"You only get two times now. Don't forget again, angel."
Your eyes widened before you nodded your head aggressively. "Yes, Mommy. Thank you, Mommy."
"Good boy. Make it count." I smile sweetly as I tip the glass in the direction of your throbbing cock.
A shiver wracks your body as you open your mouth to pant, your body glowing with your desire. By the time your hand strokes upwards to your head again, a stunning bead of precum forms on the tip.
"Stop. Come here."
It only takes three steps as you take large strides to close the distance between us, standing close enough to touch the boots I'm wearing. Your fingers closed tightly around the tip of your cock like a vice.
"Turn."
I indicate for you to turn to the side. I want to see the firelight reflect in the perfect clear drop that's remained on the head of your cock. I can hear you're breathing faster, your body vibrating in front of me.
It's intoxicating.
I lean forward, examining this glorious cock that belongs to me.
"Who's precum is this?" I ask under my breath, making sure that my breath washes over your cock and my stomach flips when I watch it pulse in your hand.
"Y-yours, Mommy."
"Thank you, baby boy. Mommy loves knowing that this cum and this cock is hers. Thank you for giving Mommy what she wants." I praise as I lean forward and open my mouth, wrapping my lips around the head of your cock.
Your responding moan is immediate, I can hear your eyes closing as I swirl my tongue over the sensitive head, moaning myself as the taste of your desire fills my mouth. Your knees reflexively lock and unlock as pleasure courses through you.
I pull off of your cock with a pop, looking up at you with a grin.
"Tell Mommy what the rules are before we continue."
More breathless panting. "I have to tell you when I'm gonna cum, Mommy."
"And what happens when you know you're gonna cum, sweet boy?"
"I have to tell Mommy so I can put it in Mommy's pussy and thank her for making me feel so good."
"What's the other reward, angel?"
"Filling Mommy with my cum because that's what good boys do."
"That
is
what good boys do." I pressed a kiss to the still leaking head of your cock. "Very good, baby boy. Hands off."