He whimpered.
“Feet wide. Open your mouth.”
He obeyed. Of course he did. My good boy always obeyed.
I spit into his mouth. “Swallow.”
He did.
“Thank you, Madame.”
I smirked and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. “You’re going to keep that mouth open, because when I’m not sucking you, I’m feeding it. Understood?”
“Yes, Madame.”
I dropped to my knees and sucked him hard, deep, taking him until his cock bumped the back of my throat and my eyes watered. He jerked his hips forward.
I slapped his thigh.Hard.
“I said don’t move.”
“I’m sorry, Madame.”
“You will be.”
I pumped him with one hand while slicking two fingers and circling his hole with the other. Teasing. Exploring. Watching the way he trembled as I massaged the tight rim, never pushing in, just reminding him of what was coming.
He was so close. I couldfeelit. So I pulled away again.
“Tell me how bad you want to come,” I said.
“I-I need it,” he whispered. “Please, I-I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Bring me to your bedroom.”
He blinked at me, dazed and still rock hard, before throwing me over his shoulder and stumbling to the bedroom.
The second we stepped into the room, I stripped with no hesitation. My shirt dropped first, then my skirt pooled at my ankles. No bra or panties.
He reached for me instinctively—fingertips brushing my hips.
I stepped back sharply. “No.”
His hand froze midair.
“You don’ttouchme unless I say. That privilege is earned. You’re not there yet.”
He dropped his hand. “Yes, Madame.”
I climbed onto the bed, laid back along the edge, and spread my legs, exposing every inch of soaked, swollen skin between my thighs.
“Tell me what you see,” I said, eyes locked on him.
He licked his lips, pupils blown wide. “I see... your pussy’s soaked. You’re swollen. Wet all over. Dripping down your thighs.”
