Lance came out of the shower naked, rubbing his hair dry. My mouth watered and I stared. He was gorgeous.
“What?” He tossed down the towel, landing it in the hamper.
He tried to hide his smile as he blushed a little and looked through the drawer I’d given him.
He stood in front of where I sat on the edge of the bed in a light robe, and he lowered his eyes.
He whispered a breath, expelling it as I ran my hand down his chest.
Two months since we got together, and I still couldn’t believe it.
He got hard, it twitched and enlarged until it stood straight. All the while, Lance balled his fists.
I glanced up and saw the desperate need already in his face. I had difficulty keeping up. Me. He was a horny fuck, and I loved it.
“No.” I leant back, admiring him.
“I have things in store for you.”
He bit his lip. I laughed.
He thought we were going out.
“I’m getting dressed.” Standing, I passed his glasses.
He frowned as he put them on, but I kissed his lips and went out with a smile to dress in my little spare room.
I sprayed the inside of the dress with lube, just like the woman in the shop advised me and slipped it on. The black latex was short, and I wore nothing else. It was backless and the halterneck split all the way down my cleavage, leaving very little to the imagination. I started sweating immediately. I wore light makeup and my hair in a ponytail. Slipping my patent heels on, I ferreted out the black paper bag with my gifts for Lance.
The lifestyle was a serious part of him, but I wasn’t sure if he’d want the gift, though I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. His nickname was pet, so might as well see what happened.
He had his back to me as he put his shirt on, and I stood right behind him.
“Do you want to play?” I kissed his back, my hands wandering down his chest to his jeans. He moaned and leant his head back. That moan was my favourite sound.
“Will you give me control?” I opened his fly.
“Mine,” I whispered.
I massaged his crotch before stepping back. He did a double take when he turned, blinked, swallowed loudly and went red.
His eyebrows moved a lot and he opened and closed his mouth.
“Take a breath.”
He did. “You look…”
“Don’t like it?”
“Good.” I stood in front of him and ran my hand down his chest, happy he’d not done his shirt up. “We aren’t going out.”
“Oh?” His eyes fixed on my cleavage.
“No. I’m going to do things to you.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He said so it naturally, and I thought it’d be weird but it turned me on.
“Good boy, knees.” I reached up and pushed him down by the head.
He obeyed and with his hands gripping my thighs and kept his eyes down.
“I bought you a gift. Look.”
Dragging his eyes up, they met mine, and I was lost. He was everything to me. Peeling back the layers of him, he was chatty and funny and affectionate when I expected reserve and quiet. The chosen get to see him truly. He chose me.
Swallowing, I reached into the bag and pulled it out. A thick leather collar on a chain.
His eyes widened. “Fuck.”
“I know you said pet, but I wasn’t entirely sure.”
“Yes.” He gripped me a bit tighter and breath came sharp.
The moment was important, a bond between us that was more than sex, it was an emotional and physical bond.
I buckled the stiff leather, leaving it loose until he prompted me to do it tighter. When it was done, his eyes were closed and lips parted.
Tipping his chin back, I leant down to him and pecked his lips. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
Our mouths hovered close, tension thick.
“There are things we’ve talked about, and I want to do them to you.”
I was ready. We’d played, and he instructed me. I read and learnt everything I could. But now, it was time for him to submit to me, and not guide me. He needed it, and I came to understand it.
He was mine.
Easing the chain through my fingers, he watched, and I pulled him to his feet.
I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, caressing him, admiring every inch of his body.
Pushing his jeans and underwear down, exposing him, I hummed and eased everything off.
“I intend to do things to your arse. Do you need a moment?”
“No, I’m ready Mistress.”
“Are you? No wonder you spend so long in the shower.” I tutted.
“I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“Are you? Will you let me use you to make up for it?”
He licked his lips as his cock bounced against me.
“Sorry, Mistress.” He swallowed.
I urged him down onto his back and reaching for the black bag, I pulled out velcro cuffs. The woman in the shop said they were good for beginners. I could get him out easy enough.
I slid a wrist into the loop, tightening it, pulled the length under his back, and secured his other wrist. His arms hitched under his back a little.
He suppressed a smile. I did the same to his feet and secured them to the footboard and taking his lead, I straddled him, the nonexistent skirt of the dress rising up.
“I can’t take it.” He squirmed.
I put my palm on his chest, the thud of his heart pounded. “Breathe, and I’ll let you out.”
“What is it?”
“I’m too aroused.” He closed his eyes, straining up.
“Let’s make it better then.”
Pulling his bottom lip into my mouth, he hummed. His glasses weren’t straight. I set them right and pecked his lips.
Kissing and working down his body, he shook and the desperate noises he made aroused me too.
My mouth hovered, open lips, teeth bared. He watched, desperate.
But I sat up, and he grunted, straining at the restraints.
From the bag, I pulled out lube, setting it on his stomach. A new butt plug next to it and then a fleshlight.
“Mistress, what’s that?”
I slapped his thigh, and he hissed. Opening it, I read the instructions and wiped everything down with a sanitary wipe before beginning.
Adjusting the ankle ties, I shifted his bottom over, so his lower half lay to the side, twisting him. I nipped his bottom. He tensed. Pulling one cheek up, I fingered his rim, and he tried to push onto my finger.
“Be still.” I swatted him.
He loved that too much for it to be a deterrent.
“If you don’t be good, I won’t bite you later,” I murmured, coating the plug in lube.
I nudged it into him and slid it all the way, slowly inching it in. The wide lip had a detachable vibrator and I switched it on to a low pulse.
“Oh fuck me.”
“Yes, darling. But first, we play.”
He laughed and moaned.
“You like it?”
“Thank you, Mistress, it feels so good.”
He struggled with every pulse, and I watched half draped over him.
“Please touch me.”
With a pleased grin at his words, I shifted to his front and ran my hands over his body before grabbing the accessories.
Lubing my hand, I coated his cock, readying him for the fleshlight.
“When you’re close, you must tell me.”
He hummed, twitching as I ran my hand up and down his length. I nudged the tight toy over the head and he cried out.
He lifted his shoulders, and with my free hand, I grabbed the lead.
“You will lie as I left you, or I will secure you so you can’t move at all.”
My sharp voice brought him short and he stilled, clenched and panting as I pulled and pushed on the fleshlight.
I lived for the desperate sounds he made, begging for more.
He grew louder. “Please, I’m going to come.” Tense and rough.
I pulled the fleshlight off and squeezed the base of his cock and he went still.
“No, no, oh fuck let me come.”
“Poor pet, did you think I’d be nice to you?”
He knew I’d do it. Hated it. Loved it.
I teased the plug in his bottom for a bit, making him cry out. His cock softened a little, and I started again.
The rumble of need from him was delicious as I squeezed the fleshlight down his cock.
Teasing the head, he twitched, before working the whole length. I watched his face.
Mouth contorted, I wasn’t sure it was pleasure or pain he felt. Often the same to him, I drew the line.
“Yes, yes.” The sound drew out and I couldn’t deny him. He needed it. I needed it.
He flushed as he came. I held still for a second, his body and cock straining with each pulse of orgasm.
I moved the toy up and down and he swore and shuddered.
The plug still buzzed in the quiet.
Pulling it off, I let the cum drip out of it onto his cock.
“Look at you. Dirty pet. Unable to control yourself. Shameful.”
“Sorry, Mistress,” he panted.
“By the time I’m finished, you will be.”
He couldn’t stop the smirk. He softened as I tossed the fleshlight down and eased his hips back over. Carefully pulling his legs flat, I secured him firmly and caught up his lead.
His eyes flickered with every buzz from the plug.
I moved up and sat on his face. He loved it. I sat firmly and ground into his tongue before lifting up and letting him breathe. He ate me while I circled my hips. I came with hard and shuddering wet pleasure, and lifting away, he moaned, reaching for my pussy.
I left his face wet, licking his lips, and body tensed.
I ground up and down his length when I straddled him. He moaned, hardening under me, and it was a pained sound. My pet looked so uncomfortable.
“Don’t stop.” The need was almost vicious.
I couldn’t stop grinding on his cock until I came again, while he watched. As my hips bucked, we cried out together.
“Mistress.” He struggled again, sweat beading on his forehead. Eyes pinched.
“What is it, my love?”
“I need you, my love, Mistress, sorry.”
It’s impossible not to give him anything he wants. He shook, panting and muscles tensed. Crawling over him, he watched, jaw ticking.
I pulled the chain from his collar lightly, and he gave to me, safe and relaxed again.
“There, there, pet. I have you,” I whispered with my mouth hovering over a nipple.
I bit down as I slid onto his cock. His hips reached up to me, and he hissed. I rode him easy and slow, and he let me, just his whispered need between our panting.
I bit all over his chest, leaving marks, then sucking and kissing the sore skin.
He arched into every graze of teeth. He drove me wild.
Quiet boys are the dirtiest, I swear it. I fucked him, drugged and desperate for every pull of pleasure I could draw from him, but I still held control as I came. Glorious and loud.
I writhed and bounced, and through his pained face, he smiled, watching me as I came again. He followed, arching up to me, giving to me. I collapsed over him and pulled at the velcro on his wrists, and as squirmed, I reached around, and found the clicker, turning the vibration off. He relaxed with a deep groan, pulling his hands free and holding me to his chest.
Lance kissed me, hands in my hair. “I love you, there are no words for it.”
I hummed, boneless.
I kept hold of his lead as he kept me nestled over his chest. We’d clean up in a second, but the moment washed over us. So perfect.
Our sex adventures became more intense, and I had to temper this desire before we burnt out. But as he stroked my back, delicate and sweet again, my love only grew. Our bond holding us closer.
“Did I do okay?”
“You’re perfect, but I think you went easy on me.”
“Hmm.” I nuzzled him, but the latex sticky and all I wanted was his skin on me.
“Did you enjoy it?”
I grinned at the uncertainty in his question. “I could never go back because this is who I am. What I want. Thank you for giving me this.”
He held me a little tighter but didn’t speak.
I nipped his chest. “Right. Clean up your Mistress.”
“Yes, anything for you.”