When he walked in the door she was immediately filling his space. Sliding her hands over him through his clothes, eager to claim what belonged to her.
Pressing him against the wall she pushed her body against his with a pent up frustration that sent her nerve endings in to a maddening frenzy. It had been a long day waiting for her boy to return to her. One spent with her mind crafting all kinds of delicious ideas. What good was a toy if one didn’t put it to use?
Reaching up she tucked her finger under his collar and gave it a tug. Lowering his lips so she could capture them. Sinking her teeth in to his lower lip, tangling her hands in his hair.
“Go get changed,” she breathed in his ear. Capturing it between her teeth she nipped him playfully. Smacking his ass as he began to walk away.
Watching him walk up to the bedroom she covered her mouth with her hand to silence her laughter. Picking out just the right outfit had been half the fun. From above she could hear the sound of his belt hitting the floor. Smirking she waited.
And waited.
Her boy could sometimes be a brat, but she knew the dance well. Walking across the living room she picked up the strap on belt she had placed beneath a blanket on the couch. Shaking her head at the two dildos laid out in front of her she allowed her fingers to ghost over them. The plan had been to use the smaller one. She did hate to be kept waiting though.
He cleared his throat from behind her and she jumped. Laughing at herself inside her head at her domly Demeanor she turned to take him in.
He had figured out what the hair ties were for and put his hair in pigtails. The skirt was short, made even shorter by how tall he was. The top was tight and low cut. Knowing what was beneath them made her even more eager.
Stepping up to him she lifted the skirt. Black lace was a welcome view. “Your a slow little whore,” she hissed, digging her nails in to his thigh.
“Sorry mistress,” he said, keeping his eyes down and trying not to wiggle from the sting of her nails.
“I think you were making me wait, because you want the bigger one.” She motioned to the dildos. “Is that what you want? To get fucked with that big hard cock?”
He didn’t respond and she stepped even closer to him. Lifting her hand her fingers firmly gripped his chin. “You, my darling, are being a very naughty boy. Don’t think I don’t realize it’s all part of your plan. Down,” motioning to the floor.
He went to his knees. The skirt hiking up as he did so. Even from this angle he was almost as tall as her. Turning his head to the side she leaned it against her body.
“This is for not answering my question.” A soft touch of her hand on his cheek to find her target. Then a swift slap.
Even in her displeasure her adoration was apparent from how she made sure his head rested against her body. Her fingers painted his cheek lovingly. “And this is for always being such a brat.” Tenderly she turned his head, exposing the other cheek. Once again the gentle touch for orientation before a sharp crack.
Then she was yanking him up by the hair. If he wanted to resist, her small frame would be powerless to push him around, yet he was like clay to her. Letting her push him to the couch, sinking down to his knees and exposing his ass to her.
“Good boy,” she said. Her voice shook with excitement. It always made her eager, the control he gave her over him. Sometimes her hands would even tremble as she would slide them over his bound frame.
Today they were steady as she flipped up the skirt exposing the lace underwear beneath. “You look like such a mess, all disheveled in your want to be fucked. Now my boy, lets try this again. How do you want to be taken?”
“With the big one mistress, because I made you wait.”
Her hands wrapped around the pigtails and pulled, forcing him to look up at her. “And how do we ask for things?” Her voice was low and her eyes were dark.
“I think I just did,” he said. The air in the room grew thick. In his hair her nails found his scalp.
“Turn around,” her voice was a whisper.
He did swiftly. Happy for the release of his hair.
Stepping back from him she took off her clothes. Knowing his cage was probably already causing him difficulties. “I was going to let you out,” she said as her hands slid over her breasts. “So that you could fill me,” her fingers slipped between her legs as her pants fell to the floor. “But I think I’ll make you stay. So you’ll remember your fucking manners.” Her underwear followed her pants.
Her head tilted back and her eyes closed as she slipped her fingers inside her already soaked pussy. “Don’t you dare move,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Yes mistress,” his voice wasn’t so playful now. It was softer, just the way she liked it.
“Tell me,” she breathed, “tell me how much you ache for me in this moment my darling. Give me your need.” Her legs began to tremble as she began to work her clit with the other hand.
“I want you so bad. I’m so hard for you, only for you. Your so beautiful. I need you. I’m all yours mistress.”
Her moans cut off his words as stars sparked from behind her eyelids. “Oh god, good boy!” she gasped out, forgetting briefly she was meant to be punishing him for being a brat. Opening her eyes she took him in. Still on his knees, gazing up at her like she was the only thing he ever wanted to see. “God I love you,” she whispered it before she could swallow it down.
He didn’t break his gaze, even as she felt her cheeks flushing.
“Turn around darling,” she said, trying to regain control of her voice. Her thighs were slick as she walked back over to him.
“Open your mouth,” she said, and slipped the fingers that had been inside her in. “It could have been your tongue my darling boy,” she was nuzzling his ear as she whispered, “but someone wanted to play games.”
He whimpered and wiggled. “Please,” his voice was full of need.
“Lucky for you that you have such a forgiving mistress.” Her hand pulled his hair once again. “Right?”
Moaning now “yes mistress, I’m lucky, please, oh god.”
“Does it hurt my darling?” she said, a soft chuckle in her voice. “Did you really think when I hold your keys you could play these games?”
“No, I was, I just…”
“Just what!” She hissed and pulled his head to lean against her as she smacked his face again. This time her orientation was not as loving and more from a place of safety.
His breath caught and he whimpered again.
“You have two choices, you can end this scene, as you can any scene with a single word, or you can give me what I want and if your lucky I might change my mind. How deep does this run for you my boy? Call it or break for me, make your choice.”
“Mistress,” his voice was all breath now, “please,” the word was like a final tie as the tears started to fall. “I need you, please.”
“That’s it,” she wrapped around him from behind. “Good boy,” her own voice thick from her own emotion from his devotion. Taking his face from behind and turning his head to lick and kiss away his tears. “My darling creature, I have you, I’ve got you, you are mine. You make me so proud.”
He didn’t speak only pressed in to her, quivering with the realization of the vulnerabilities that had just been shared.
Leaning over she unlocked his cage and released his cock. Caressing it softly to ease the discomfort. “I’m still fucking your ass,” she said. The annoyance in her voice was replaced with tenderness.
“Yes mistress.” The bratiness in his replaced with full subservience.
“Good boy,” she said while petting his messy hair. Smirking to her self she stepped in to the strap on. Her plan had been a success.