“Very good, Mr. Johanssen. Very good! I’m going to give you some extra credit for keeping it clean back there, too. Now flip over and spread your legs.”
I turn over and stammer. “Uhh, okay.”
I’m so in shock from that spanking I don’t register her movements until she’s binding my ankles together in restraints. “What’s your safe word, Jonah?”
“Clover?”
Another leather restraint is wrapped around my legs like a belt. “Do you wanna use it?” she asks.
“No, Professor.”
“Good.” She ties me up with two more around my chest and stomach, each one pressing my arms into my sides. Then she kisses me several times like you might kiss a cute animal. “You did so good keeping your hands to yourself.”
“So why am I being restrained?" I ask, and flex my fingers.
She toys with the last one and shoots me a playful grin. “I told myself I would only restrain you if you got handsy, but I changed my mind.” She watches me in fascination, clearly proud of her work and I swell with pride. “Now I’m going toride you—”
I clench my teeth. “Yes!”
“And you’re going tolast, Mr. Johanssen.” I swallow her humiliating words, and by some sexy Domme magic, a silicone cock ring materializes and she slides it snugly down my half-hard shaft. “This is to make sure you don’tembarrassyourself again.”
“Ohhh, oh thank you. I won’t, Professor. I promise.”
“Have you ever used a cockring?”
I shake my head in reply.
“It’s thought to make you last longer, but in reality, it’s going to make you more sensitive.”
Great...
She continues.2 “It’s supposed to trap your blood in your cock so it’ll stay harder, longer, so I can keep using you after you come.” Her sinful gaze hoods. “But you’re not going to come until I tell you.”
So she’s making me more sensitive and expects me not to blow too soon?Fuck me, I’m in the best kind of trouble.
The restraints are double-checked and all I can do is wait in suspense. Renée pulls a wand from her bag and stands at the foot of the bed. She pushes her tortoise shell glasses up and it’s probably on purpose because I told her exactly how feral they make me. I curse under my breath because all I want is to whimper, “Please Mommy,” but I’m way too scared to say that out loud.
She gnaws on her lower lip and admires me. “You look perfect, Mr. Johanssen. You’re absolutely perfect.” My blood runs hot when she slips off her sheer black panties and crawls over my legs, her leather backside shaped like a heart behind her. “You’re getting all high marks so far,” she says, her voice seductive and a little throaty. She crawls up the rest of my body until she perches on my chest. “Get me ready for your cock.”
“Yes, Professor.”
Then she leans forward just enough for me to eagerly lick and prepare her. She’s not using her full weight, but I suppose with restraints I wouldn’t be able to tap out in the event I did stop breathing.
Aww, she cares about me.
I feast on her plush pussy, inhaling her decadence and making her as wet as possible. But she pulls away sooner than I’d like, taps my nose, and shimmies down my body. “Don’t be greedy. Do you trust me to take care of you?”
Suddenly that warm spot between her legs is rubbing against my dick and I groan, “Yes.”
Her lips take mine and she whispers, “I’ll give youexactlywhat you need.”
This is a million times better than any dream I’ve ever had about her.
My Domme plants her hands on my chest, and like a heat-seeking missile, I nudge until my crown kisses her wet center. “That’s it,” she says, and rubs herself against my cock—mybarecock that’s never gone on mission without his protective shield before. But I can’t be blamed for wanting this—she told me earlier she has birth control covered, and I’mjust a man!
Everything is slick and we can both hear how ready she is to take me. She tosses her head back and rides me without penetration, moaning my name as if I have anything to do with her pleasure right now. But, in a way she’s giving me exactly what I want—she’s using me to get herself off.
Dreams really do come true.
