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.
