Getting out of the shower, I walk from the bathroom to my bedroom while drying off with the towel. The sight of my sub kneeling next to the bed with his collar on, causes me to pause. His warm brown eyes are begging with need in this pleading puppy dog look. He normally lets me lead on when we play, so for him to do this means he's needing me. Needing me to take control.
I drop the towel and walk over slowly, keeping eye contact with him. He lowers his eyes before I reach him, but not before I see the silent
please
move across his lips.
Running my fingers through his hair gently, I watch his body relax at my touch. "You've been so good for me this week. You know that right? You're such a good boy for me."
He relaxes further, pressing his head into my hand as I move it down to his cheek. I can see his cock is hard, waiting and wanting.
I caress his face before sliding two fingers into his mouth. "Suck," I order, keeping my voice soft but firm.
He moans as he wraps his lips around my fingers, sucking and letting me slide them in and out. I move them deeper and he gags but keeps himself from pulling back. "Good boy... You're such a good boy."
His eyes roll back and he lets out another moan. He's such a praise slut, and my words only make his cock harder. It bobs against his stomach, precum smearing across his skin. Seeing him turned on is what turns me on, and I bite back my own moan.
Pulling my fingers out, I let them slide down his chin to mark him with his own drool. "You're mine," I lean down to whisper next to his ear, and his whole body shudders.
Straightening, I tilt his chin to make sure he's looking up at me. "Do you want to please me?"
"Yes, Ma'am...please," he whispers, begging me with those eyes again. "Please."
I leave him there to get our toy bag from the closet, knowing full well he will be in the same position when I return.
Once I have everything out and laying on the bench at the foot of our bed, I order him over. "Come."
Instead of standing, he crawls around the bed to my feet and nuzzles my leg when he reaches me. He always has this adoration that melts my heart. "Up," I say softly.
He stands, chest heaving as if his desire is too much and he's on the verge of breaking apart.
"Hands, please."
Leather cuffs are getting buckled on when he leans forward to press his face into my neck. I nip his jawline and he stands tall again, those warm eyes telling me he's sorry. "I know you need me but patience, please."
"Yes, Ma'am...sorry Ma'am," he replies in a contrite voice.
I have to stand up on the bench to reach the tie out we have hanging from the ceiling. He raises his arms without me asking, and I snap the hook onto both cuffs. Pausing for a second, I check to make sure nothing is pinching while massaging his fingers and hands, on down his arms. I love touching him, making him feel loved and wanted.
Stepping down from the bench, I take the time to massage his shoulders and chest, moving around him to rub his back and down to his butt. I take notice he's wearing a plug, his signal to me how far he'd love this to go. "Relax for me...you work so hard and need to let go." Moans come as I slip closer and slide my arm around his middle to wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him until I know he's close.
I don't let him come but instead kneel to massage his legs. When I get to the front, the sight of his pre-cum glistening at the end of his cock beckons me. Leaning forward I lick the end and swirl my tongue around the head. His body arches a little, making me pull away. "Is my good boy supposed to move?"
"No, Ma'am...please," he begs.
"That's what I thought. I think someone needs a spanking..."
He groans, nodding like he'll give me anything..We both know spanking isn't a punishment for him but he is turned on more when I claim that's what it's for. My sub loves to be spanked. He's not a masochist but spanking makes him feel loved.
"Stay still." I lean forward to take his hard cock into my mouth again. This time he manages not to move while I lick and suck, sliding him in and out of my mouth over and over.
"Stop...stop please. I'm going to come..."
Pulling away, I let him breathe for a minute, rubbing my hands up and down his legs while he does. He nods, and I repeat the torture of my tongue and mouth, letting him deeper into my throat.
"Stop!" He groans out again.
We cycle through this a few more times until I can see his body is rigid, his teethed clenched with tension. We know each other well and he's almost to his breaking point.
"Color please," I ask as I stand in front of him, kissing his chest and wrapping my arms around his back to comfort him.
"Green," he immediately tells me. "I mean it's green,
Ma'am
."
Climbing up onto the bench once more, I unhook his cuffs so he can lower his arms. Sometimes we play right here, but I prefer spanking him on the bed. He lifts me down from the bench but I still take the time to rub his arms and make sure they're okay.
"Now for your spanking since you were naughty." I take his hand and lead him around to the side of the bed. He waits for me to sit on the bed before arranging himself to lay across my lap.
I take the extra time to rub his back and down to his butt, massaging out some of the tension from his day. I know it's not going to take away the need he has but it shows him how much I love him and his body.
When I'm ready, I smack his ass cheek and then the other side. He struggles not to grind his hard length into my lap but stops himself in time. I smack his butt again and again, making sure to warm up his entire bottom until it's pink.
Even with just this much, he's already relaxing more onto me. I start spanking him harder, giving him ten smacks before rubbing his butt and then ten more. My hand burns but I ignore it, giving him what he needs.
His breath catches in almost a half sob in the middle of the next set, and I stop, rubbing his ass gently to comfort him. "Color, please?"
"Green, Ma'am," he answers with a shaky voice.
I finish the set of ten, watching tears leak down his turned face. This was the release he needed, and I wanted him to have. Spending extra time running my hands over his ass and up his back, I let him breathe through it.
When he's ready, he opens his eyes and turns his head more to look at me. "Let me worship you...please, ma'am."
"Up and kneel on the bed," I order, softly.
He obeys, moving to kneel in the position with his hand behind his back. I scoot off the bed and gather a few things before rejoining him on the bed. Leaning forward, I kiss his upper arm to show him love and my own adoration. He turns his head to kiss the top of mine, and I can't resist moving closer to kiss his lips. "I love you," I whisper when I pull away.