He chuckled into my mouth. “I can’t help it. My body’s struggling to believe you’re really here and that it’s not a dream.”
“Then let me remind you who I am.”
I slid off his lap slowly, standing between his legs. His hands instinctively followed, still gripping my thighs.
“Hands behind your back,” I said softly.
His eyes flicked to mine, heat flashing in them, but he obeyed immediately, fingers lacing behind him as he sat up straighter on the stool.
Good boy.
I trailed my fingertips down his chest until his restraint pulsed off him. I reached for the waistband of his shorts, brushing just under it before I leaned forward, lips at his ear.
“You want to keep pretending this is a dream?” I whispered. “Or do you want me to ruin you for every other woman for you.”
His breath caught, and his voice was nothing but gravel. “You already have.”
“I’ve waited years for this.”
He nodded once, obedient and aching. “Madame.”
My pulse kicked hard. That word wasn’t only a title, it was surrender. It was devotion. It waspermission.
Game on.
“There you are,” I purred, stepping back in front of him. “I was wondering when my good boy would show up.”
“I’m right here. I’d never forget you... never forgetthis.”
I smirked, trailing my nails down the inside of his thighs, a whisper of sensation that made his cock twitch. “Then you remember the rules.”
“Yes, Madame.”
“You don’t come until I say. You don’t touch unless I command it, and you don’t stop unless you say the word.”
He nodded again.
“Say it for me,” I murmured. “So I know you still remember.”
“Midnight,” he whispered. “Our safe word ismidnight.”
“Good boy.” I smiled. “You use it if you need it. Understood?”
“Yes, Madame.”
“You’ll kneel when I tell you. You’ll open your mouth when I want it. You’ll thank me for every stroke and every time I edge you until your whole fucking body shakes.”
His obedience made me wet.
I leaned closer again, lips brushing his ear. “Are you ready to be my good boy?”
“Yes, Madame,” he breathed.
“Shut your mouth,” I said, stepping between his knees, “and let me use you.”
He lifted his hips when I tugged, letting me peel his shorts and boxers down slowly, bunching them at his ankles. His cock was already hard, flushed, and begging.
“Look at you,” I murmured, brushing my knuckles along his shaft. “Already this hard, and I haven’t even started. You’re fucking pathetic.”
