Pearls Are A Girls Best Friend

I don't dream of diamonds.

I don't care for shoes, bags or flowers.

Chocolate... now that, I like that. But that's still not what I need.

When you call me to your study, late at night. Or first thing in the morning.

When you stand behind me in the kitchen, one hand on my shoulder, that's when I get my favorite gift.

It starts with kisses on my hair, as you sweep my cascading curls to the side.

Your hands move down on my arms to hold me close by my hips, your fingers digging into the thin fabric.

I'm not allowed to wear anything that hides my body from you, not inside the house. I need to be available at all times.

A silent claim.

Yours.

One hand on my jaw, tilting my head to the side as you scrape your teeth on the side of my neck.

The other hand splays out on my tummy, pulling me even closer until your bulge nestles between my cheeks.

I tiptoe a bit, just to tease you, but you hold me in place, your fingertips pressing down on my collarbone.

"Not now, kitten." Your tone, a premonition. Try again and you won't be kind.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, but we both know I don't really mean it. It's a game we play, one that serves to excite us both further.

I pretend to rebel, and you act as if you're angry.

I tone it down, and you're pleased.

Because that's what it really is about, pleasing you. The fact that I'm enjoying it is secondary. A happy coincidence, if you will.

You bend me over, wherever that may be, and slowly lift the dress over my bare ass.

I'm not allowed to wear underwear either. It creates unsightly lines.

"Are you really, kitten?" The smirk evident in your voice as you rub my soft skin with your warm hand.

"I..." I pretend to stall, wiggling my butt closer to you.

Your palm meets the curve of my body with a loud bang, the sting of it dispersing quickly with the jiggles it created.

"Don't make me mad, baby. I don't have the patience for games today."

"I'm sorry." My voice is earnest, my eyes pleading as I look at you over my shoulder. I don't want to make you mad, and you know it. I just like to show my claws occasionally.

"That's better. Let's see just how sorry you are."

You trace two fingers across my cheek towards my center, pausing to hover over my bare lips.

"I'm really, really sorry." The anticipation is thrumming the blood in my ears, muffling the world around us. You hum, and start slowly rubbing my lips, up and down, side to side.

The reserved movements appear gentle, but they're only the start.

They serve to make me desperate for more.

They serve to teach me my place.

If I try to move closer, you will stop.

So this time, I stay in place, desperate to earn your approval. Desperate for the gift you reserve for my best behavior.

"No more sass?" You ask, your fingers stilling on my skin. My answer will determine what's coming next.

"Not today." I promise, staying ever so still to illustrate it.

"That's a good girl."

With two fingers you spread my lips, and I inhale in anticipation.

You chuckle, and without a word you push one finger into the slick heat, then a second one.

Slowly, you curl them pushing down on my sensitive spot.

"Breathe, kitten." You instruct me, and I realize that I was holding it in without meaning to.

I exhale then take a deep breath as you slowly start moving your fingers in and out, the sound of it an unmistakable evidence of my desire.

I know it pleases you, just how ready I am for you, and that makes me even wetter.

You spread your fingers inside me, and the pressure on my walls almost makes my knees tremble.

Almost.

I know better than to give into it, the reward is more than worth it.

You hum, as if you agree to my unspoken thoughts. You probably know what I'm thinking about, anyway.

You pull your fingers out without any words, and the sound of a belt unbuckling fills the air between us.

A button, undone.

The teeth of the zipper clattering as you slowly pull on the tab.

Your soft cotton underwear being pushed down to let your rock hard cock spring out.

"Such a perfect fucktoy for me. All ready and willing." Appreciation drips from your words as you push the tip of your cock between my folds.

"Hold on tight, kitten." That's the only warning you give, as you thrust into me.

Deep.

You hold my hips as you grind impossibly further into me, letting my cunt get used to you.

You slowly pull out to tease my swollen clit, then slam back.

Hard.

The impact reverberates through my spine, making my eyes roll back.

This time, you don't waste a second to pull back out, only to push back immediately.

My pussy welcomes you with every thrust, as it should. It's yours to take, after all.

Picking up the pace, you reach for my arms to hold them together behind my back.

"Lay your cheek on the counter." Is the only instruction you give.

The cold sensation seems to amplify the heat blooming in my core, making my pussy even wetter for you.

Yours to claim.

The relentless pounding leaves no room for a gradual buildup, as my orgasm explodes without warning, and I'm clenching and squeezing around your cock.

But you're not done with me yet.

You pull out, so hard and so close, coated in my juices.

"Squeeze it out, kitten." You say as you keep the tip of your cock at my pussy.

I do as I'm told and you scoop my cream up with your tip, careful not to waste any.

"On your knees."

Finally, my gift for being a good girl!

I eagerly turn around to face you, sitting back on my heels and placing my hands on my knees.

You tilt my chin up with the head of your cock.

"Eyes on me, pretty girl. And show those gorgeous tits off for me."

Oh how I wish I could look at your cock instead, but I don't, I can't, so I won't.

My eyes fixated on yours, yours on my fingers as I shrug the straps of my dress over and off my shoulders.

My chest bare to you, and nipples furled, I am the perfect picture of lust and obedience.

You start stroking your cock, slowly, at first.

Your thumb rubbing my cream into your precum that's leaking out, our essences mixing together.

Inseparable.

Your pupils dilate and your moans get louder the closer you get, your fist pumping faster with every second.

Anticipation fills me once again, and my breaths get shallow in tandem with yours.

"Keep your eyes up here!" You grunt, and it takes all my strength, but I know if I look, you won't give me my gift.

"Fuck, kitten, here it comes!" You aim on my collarbone, just under the thin golden necklace you gave me.

"Take it!" You moan.

"Take it all!" With that, ropes of cum spurt out from your cock.

"It's yours, all yours!" You adorn me with your cum, glazing me up like I'm the most delicious dessert in the world.

Gratitude washes over me as your cum coats my chest. Oh, how I love it when you give it to me!

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" I whisper, my smile wide and bright.

"You did so well for me, kitten. You deserved your gift." A kiss on my forehead to seal your words.

Satisfaction graces your expression, and you pull out your phone.

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"And I think our friends also deserve to see it, what do you say?" It's not exactly a question. "They all think they need to give their girls diamonds, but you were so right. Pearls really are a girl's best friend."

"If you think so, I won't say otherwise." I say that as if I don't enjoy knowing that his adoration and my servitude are being used as an example.

"That's my good girl. Now, clean up my cock, and let my cum dry on you. I'll wash it off in the bath later tonight."

"As you wish."

My lips wrap around your still hard cock, and I get to work with licks and laps and kisses.

I can't wait to be so good for you again.