“Trent, I’m coming. Suck my cock.” Charlie tossed the toy aside and pulled my head between his legs. I latched onto his dick and held him as he writhed in the throes of his orgasm.
“That was fantastic.” I set him on his feet.
“That’s my line.” Charlie kissed me and smacked my ass. “Off to the bedroom with you. I’ll prepare everything here. Go wait for me.” He gripped me by the chin. “You can only touch your nipples.”
I let out a whiny noise. “Not fair. I’m so hard from all this foreplay.”
Charlie grinned. “You’ll be full of cum by the end of the night. Now go lay down and think about it while flicking these.” He rubbed my nubs with his thumbs and pushed me towards the door.
“Yes, Charlie.” I swiveled on my heel and skipped to the bedroom.
I plopped on the sheets I had to change this morning as I had been thinking way too intensely about Charlie, and cum got out of hand. Grabbing my dick, I stroked it once, then remembered my instructions. Fuck, Charlie knew how to drive me insane. I used both my hands to flick my nipples, getting them hard. Pre-cum slicked my thigh, but I prevailed in my restraint, waiting for my man to rail me senseless.
The clock on the wall that had been there when I moved in showed seven minutes had passed, but to me it felt like forever.
The creak of the bedroom door opening drew my attention. My breath caught when Charlie stepped into the room, naked except for a leather strap-on accentuating his ass. His new cock swung as he walked his magnificent rockstar stride.
The wait was worth this sight alone. And it was just the beginning.
“Were you a good boy?” Charlie put his hands on his hips.
“Yes.” My voice trembled. Dammit, I was a horrible liar.
Charlie narrowed his eyes. “You sure?”
I groaned. “I only touched my dick once, I promise.”
Charlie smirked, stroking his cock. Damn, it looked bigger now than it had at the store. “Okay. That means I’ll touch it only once today as punishment.”
“What?”Did I squeak?
“I’ll make you come anyway, don’t worry.”
I covered my face and peeked at him through parted fingers. “Is it weird that I find this so hot? You controlling me and ordering me around?”
“Not at all.” He stroked my calf as he rounded the bed. “You’re a natural submissive in the bedroom and I love every second with you.”
“Then tell me what you want me to do now?” In my research, I read about dominants and submissives and how their dynamic worked, but the scale was so varied from gentle control to hardcore punishments, I dismissed the article. Now, thinking of Charlie punishing me for touching myself, I imagined him locking my dick again, or spanking me. “I want to be a good boy for you, your obedient Cupcake. Unless you need to spank me.” I bit my lip, eyeing Charlie.
His eyes lit up, and a smirk graced his lips. “Nah, but I should put a leash on you.”
I gasped and pinched my nipples; the idea sending my thoughts into a spiral. “Yes, please.”
“Present your ass to me. Face down and spread your cheeks with your hands. I won’t tie them, but you can’t move them until I said so.”
I scrambled to the position and imagined invisible bonds around my wrists. Showing off my hole in such a lewd way made me feel exposed and vulnerable. And even more aroused than before.
Charlie grazed my rim with his tongue, and I gasped into the pillow. It wasn’t a new sensation anymore, but the intensity of it hadn’t faded when I knew what to expect. Charlie lapped andlicked, heating my entire body with only one point of contact. My cock swung between my legs as I rocked back a fraction.
Then he pulled away.
“Do you have any lollipops left?” He asked.
I forced my brain to return to reality from a rimming cloud. “In the pocket of my shorts.”
Charlie left the room and returned with a handful of my lollipops. He unwrapped one. “Lick it. No biting.”
I took it into my mouth and sucked on it as if it was his cock, meeting his heated gaze.
