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“please, i’ll be good, i’ll be so good, i’ll behave-! ” he gasps out, his voice pinching off into a squeal as he writhes under her touch. his hips buck up as she pumps faster, spluttering out curses with increasing frequency before she rips her hand away, a long, drawn out whine escaping with his ruined finish, the third one today.
“you’re b-being so mean,” he sobs, hands pulling at the cuffs and trying to reach for her as she coos at him, taking his flaming face in cool, soft hands.
“my baby is needy today, huh?” she croons, peppering his face with kisses and wiping his tears away with her thumbs. “you said you’d behave for me, baby, but crying and whining about your punishment doesn’t sound like being good, does it?”
“n-no, i’m so-sorry,” he hiccups, turning his head to give her access to his neck as she continues, placing hickeys and love bites in the sensitive spots by his jugular. his head spins, dizzy and dazed and still too sensitive to any sort of touch as he twitches and whimpers with every kiss.
“you’re a good boy, so i’ll forgive you this once,” she smiles, placing a long kiss on his lips before standing back up to admire her work at a greater distance. her baby looks divine like this, flushed and trembling and just so, so gorgeous underneath her. his cheeks are a splotchy, ruddy color, perfect shoulders strain in just a way to show the almost artful sculpting of his muscles, and his chest rises and falls with the heaving of his breath; in a word, he’s stunning.
“can i continue, lovely?” she hums, stroking his face. his skin is addictingly smooth and brilliantly soft, and the way he presses up into her affections doesn’t make it any easier to stop spoiling him.
“y-yeah,” he whimpers, fingers gripping the straps on his bonds as he takes a deep breath. “i can do better, i pr-promise.”
“good. can you tell me what you did wrong? why are we doing this tonight, love?” his eyes, shiny with tears, meet hers for a moment, and it’s such a pretty picture that she has to hold back a gasp, the junction between her legs almost dripping wet.
“i got… i got jealous because you were spending so much time with your team.” even now, as red as he is, he manages to blush harder, the embarrassment of such a petty grievance hitting him at last.
“and?” she prompts, lifting his chin with a finger.
“and i started ignoring you when you talked to me,” he admits sheepishly, and she makes a sound equivalent to a purr, deeply satisfied.
“good boy,” she praises, a hand pushing through his hair as he keens, fingers digging lightly into his scalp. “and why does that deserve punishment?”
“because it’s a part of your job, and you couldn’t help it,” he mumbles, sullen. she smiles fondly.
“very good, my love. my boy’s so sweet when he takes the time to think, isn’t he?”
he nods, mute, and fingers pinch at his chest, earning a yelp and a flinch.
“say it, love,” she demands sweetly, the tone of her voice still soft. “tell me how good you can be when you remember to think.”
“i can… i can be good when i think before i act,” he recites, and loving fingers wrap themselves back around his cock, a choked moan sounding immediately as he feels her comparatively cold hand on burning, sensitive skin.
“wonderful. exactly what i wanted, baby.” her face softens, and she slowly starts to move her hand again, stroking him so sluggishly it’s torturous. “and it’s a little bit my fault, too, i know. i’m sorry you felt so neglected, it’s just busy season right now, and everyone’s putting in so much effort to keep things afloat. it’ll be over soon, and i’ll take some time off for you.”
“it- ah- it’s okay,” he moans, every nerve sparking with overstimulated pleasure. his toes curl and his hands jerk in their bonds, his entire body trying to contract at once. “i’ll be- b-better.”
“you’re already perfect, lovely,” she sighs, and takes her hand away again, to her boy’s immense disappointment. “i’m gonna ride you now, yeah?” she asks, a smirk coming to her face as he groans at just the thought. “i’m gonna let you cum?”
“please,” he begs, mind melting and halfway to babbling after he’s denied his pleasure yet another time. “ride me, use me, i can take it, promise, ‘wanna make you feel good.”
“oh, perfect, darling,” she coos, core tingling with warmth at the words, and presses a kiss to each of his cheeks before she pulls her shorts and panties off. “my boy’s so sweet, thinking of me even when i’m about to let him cum. you’re so good, darling, so good. how did i even get someone like you?” he moans at the praise alone, painfully hard cock somehow even harder as she straddles his body, chest pressed to his to shower him with yet more kisses and affection, and releases the ties around his wrists. “a reward, baby, for being so good and so sweet. touch all you want, okay?”
he just nods, lost for words, and his hands slide down her body to her hips, helping steady her as she aligns herself with his length.
“fuck, you feel incredible, love,” she moans as she slowly slides herself down, her hands braced on his chest. he can’t muster the energy to reply, every ounce of brainpower leaving through strangled sounds and an initial wail of pleasure, just on the edge of pain. his head is thrown back forcefully into the pillow he’s propped up on, and he squeezes hard at her hips, finger-shaped bruises likely to form in the morning. she’s slick and wet and so so hot inside, walls applying just the right amount of pressure against his aching cock and he can feel the cool wetness of her slick cunt against his skin when she finally seats herself fully.
“you’re not gonna last very long, are you, honey?” she teases, slowly lifting her hips once just to feel him twitch inside her. “you’re close already?”
“wan’ you to cum first,” he whines, a grunt escaping as she slams herself back down, a mean grin gracing her lips. “i- mph! i can- i can hold it.”
“thank you, sweetheart,” she croons, starting the cycle over again. “i won’t hold you to it, though, ‘kay? you can cum whenever you’d like to, no need to ask.”
“i can do it-!” he insists with a squeak, but as she starts to move in earnest, it starts to cross his mind that it might be harder than he thought. “you feel so good, love, oh my god, just like that- holy-” he babbles mindlessly, head thrown back and hands roaming away from her hips to more pleasurable spots; one finds her breast under her shirt (it’s one of his, an old white undershirt worn thin and soft that she’s taken for herself because of the smell of him imbued into the fibers), kneading it and rolling a nipple between long fingers, and the other settles down near the spot where they meet, his thumb reaching for and petting at her clit.
“oh good boy, baby, good job!” she cries out breathlessly, having found her spot with his dick and started to angle towards it as she rides. “remember, no need to… no need to ask before you come, yeah? whenever you want, lovely, whenever you want.”
incessantly, he continues to torment her clit, shifting his thumb to let the blunt edge of his nail just barely scrape by it with every stroke he makes, and it’s enough. she clenches down on him spectacularly, drawing a torn sob from his lips as the dam in her belly breaks.
“fuck!” she gasps, euphoric, collapsing forward onto him as she spasms, and her darling follows closely behind, the moan wrenched out of him as he finally earns his release akin to a shout and overstimulation taking a quick, firm hold on him as he fucks his lady painfully through her orgasm. his mind is hazy, every nerve ending in his body lit aflame with the bright, burning sensation of pleasure or pain, not that he can tell the difference anymore, not with everything happening at once.
everything hurts, after being edged for so long, all of his muscles tensed and straining, and he realizes blearily that his ankles are still spread wide, his calves just on the edge of cramping as they tighten with the energy of his own powerful finish. he traps her against him, desperate for the warmth of her soft skin and the words that she feeds him constantly as his hips buck wildly, dick still buried deep inside her as thick cum releases itself in spurts.
“you’re unbelievable, baby,” she breathes, stroking his hair away from his sweaty forehead as he works through his high, breath coming in desperate pants as he clutches her to his chest. “so good for me, made me feel so good. did you like it? does it feel good?”
he sobs, hips still rutting against hers as he chases the painful overstimulated feeling through his aftershocks.
“f-felt good,” he stutters, whimpering as she kisses his neck. “hur-hurts a little.”
“hurts good, or hurts bad, baby?” she asks, shifting as if to get off of him, but his arms lock her in place. “i need to untie you, love, unless you want me to keep you here and ride you whenever i want.”
his softening cock gives a twitch and he groans, the thought highly appealing despite the excruciating stimulation stabbing at his groin.
“you could k-keep me here forever, and i’d d-die happy,” he sighs dreamily, hugging her tighter. “hurts not th-that bad. kiss me?”
she laughs, tilting her head to meet him in the middle as she presses her lips to his, invading his mouth quickly with her tongue. it’s slow, sweet, and soft, and leaves him gasping when it finally ends.
“do you think you learned your lesson, baby?” she hums, resting her head on his chest and listening to his fluttering heartbeat. “you know i’m all yours, don’t you? you always come first, even if work starts to need more from me.”
“i know,” he assures her, placing a kiss in her hair, at this point just as mussed and sweaty as his. “i just thought we both would need something like this,” he smirks, and she smacks him lightly, a smile also on her face.
“what happened to my good boy from just a moment ago?” she asks, pouting. “i want him back. this one’s gotten too smart, too mouthy.”
“i’ll put my mouth wherever you want it,” he grins wickedly, but his facade is broken by a high, airy whine as she pulls herself off of him, a trail of cum connecting their bodies. she makes a face, disgusted, and reluctantly, he releases her from his grasp, arms flopping open to span the bed.
“i’m sure you would, smartass,” she rolls her eyes, “but i’d rather clean us up the old-fashioned way. bath or shower, baby?”
“i don’t think i can stand long enough to shower; you might just have to drag me into the bathroom for that bath,” he jokes as she unstraps his ankles, and carefully massages some of the blood back into his feet.
“or i could leave you here to recover until the water’s hot and i’ve set everything up for you, and you can drag yourself into the tub,” she offers, placing a peck on his lips before standing up, and he sighs.
“i really must be your favorite,” he giggles, and she kisses him again.
“of course you are.”