EXOasis

“I’m serious,” he says, refusing to move.

“Seriously messed up,” you can’t help but mutter, causing the man on the other side of you to laugh. You side-eye him for a minute - wondering who these people even are - before looking back at Kyungsoo. “Look, I’m sure you believe what you’re saying is true, for some reason, but it’s not. I mean, why would I be in danger?”

He looks at you like you’re stupid. “I’m sorry. Do you have selective memory? Have you managed to forget the last ten minutes?”

You meet Kyungsoo’s stare for a moment and then tear your gaze away from him. Have you forgotten the people that were just following you? No, but you would certainly like to. You’d love to move on and pretend that everything that has just happened is a wild dream, but you know that isn’t possible. Deep down, you know a part of what Kyungsoo is saying has merit, but you’d rather continue to live in denial.

“Just tell her the truth.”

The man in the passenger seat looks at your unknown seatmate with furrowed brows and asks, “In the car?”

Following his gaze, you look at the man next to you. His response is to shrug his shoulders like he couldn’t care less if they tell you whatever it is they want to in the car. Taking in his aloof expression for a few seconds, you then turn to look at the two men in the front of the car - who seem to be having their own silent conversation - if the head tilts and eyebrow raises tell you anything.

With a sigh, you turn to face Kyungsoo and try to process everything. Should you stay and hear them out or demand he move and let you out of the vehicle? If those people really are after you… you need to know why, but then again, this could all be a giant lie. A prank even, who knows.

Kyungsoo must notice the lost look on your face because his expression softens. “Just hear us out. Then, you can run away and think we’re crazy.”

You take a moment to answer before quietly asking, “Us?”

Kyungsoo nods to the two men up front. “These are my friends Junmyeon and Jongdae, and behind you is Sehun.”

Your eyes follow his hand as he points out each man. Junmyeon offers you a kind smile from the driver’s seat while Jongdae sends you a wave. Sehun nods his head at you before looking back out the window. You’re not entirely sure if he’s watching for those people to come back or avoiding looking at you.

“Will you go somewhere with us?”

Your head snaps back toward Kyungsoo as alarm bells start blaring in your brain. They already have you trapped in the middle seat of their car. Now, they want to take you someplace else? Why? So, they can dispose of your body when they’re done with it?

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes at you, probably seeing the exact path your mind is taking.

“We’re not kidnapping you, Y/N. You’re free to leave whenever you want to, but it’d be pretty stupid if you left before hearing what we have to say.”

You give him a hard stare as you debate what you should do. Kyungsoo has never given you creepy vibes before, but that doesn’t mean you know him well enough to say he’s not a weirdo. Then again, if they’re so sure you’re in danger, then you want to know what they know and why they think that.

“Okay. I’ll go with you,” you tell them, already thinking of ways to attack if necessary. If they have ulterior motives, there’s no way in hell you’re going down without a fight.

Kyungsoo looks relieved as he nods at Junmyeon to go ahead. Junmyeon looks at you, making sure that you’re positive about your decision, before turning around in the driver’s seat and putting the vehicle in drive.

The ride is silent as they drive you out of the city. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest the further you go, and you wonder if you’re doing the right thing. Those people from earlier were definitely following you, and it’s not the first time you’ve felt like someone was. Maybe there’s value to what Kyungsoo is saying.

Then again, what does he have to do with anything? Why was he even there tonight, and how does he know someone is after you? The questions are continuing to pile up. You just hope that you’re finally going to get answers when you arrive wherever it is they’re taking you.

Another twenty minutes pass, and you notice you’re now officially in the middle of nowhere. Fields surround each side of the vehicle, only to be broken up by sporadic bunches of trees. The full moon is high in the sky, offering the only source of illumination outside of the headlights of the car.

A dark shape begins to grow as you travel further down the road. You squint your eyes like it’ll make your eyesight better, but quickly give up when it does nothing besides give you a headache. Junmyeon begins to slow down when you get closer to the structure, and you can finally see that it’s a giant, wooden pole barn. Horror movies you’ve seen in the past quickly poke at your mind, but you try to shut them out. You’re already freaked out. You don’t need help to make it any worse.

Junmyeon pulls onto the gravel drive and heads straight up to the barn. When he parks the car, all four men throw open their doors and get out, but you remain seated, or more accurately, you remain glued to the seat because you’re too afraid to get out.

You’re an idiot. You’re an idiot, and you never should’ve come with strangers to a barn in the middle of freaking nowhere, at night no less!

Kyungsoo leans back down to look at you in the backseat. “You’re not coming out of there, are you?”

“I am most certainly not going into that barn,” you indicate towards the giant, ominous building with your head.

Kyungsoo looks at the barn for a moment, then looks back at you and shrugs his shoulders. “Alright. Then, let’s talk out here.”

You narrow your eyes, trying to see if he’s playing any games. His companions stay off to the side – wisely giving you your space – and you think about your next move.

You’re already out here, and it’s not like refusing to get out of the vehicle is going to stop them if they really plan on hurting you. There are four of them, and they could easily subdue you if need be. If you’re out of the car, you at least have a small chance of running away.

“For fuck sakes, Y/N. We’re not going to kidnap you. We’re not going to hurt you. We literally just want to talk to you without prying eyes,” Kyungsoo raises his voice in frustration as he moves away from the door.

“Fine! Fine.” You take a deep breath and scooch to the end of the seat. “I’ll get out of the car.”

A relieved look crosses Kyungsoo’s face once you tell him you’ll get out, and it makes your curiosity grow that much more. Why is this so important to him? Why do any of them care if you listen to what they say or not?

Placing your hand on the armrest of the door, you push yourself off the seat and stand up. You carefully eye each man until you’re satisfied they’re not going to ambush you or something. Then, you glance at the land around you.

Empty fields stretch out for as far as you can see, only to be broken up by lines of trees every so often. Your eyes adjust to the moonlight, and when you look up at the giant barn, it appears just the tiniest bit less terrifying. You still have zero plans of going in there, though.

“So, what’s so secretive and important that you had to drive me all the way out here to tell me?”

A look of hesitancy crosses Kyungsoo’s face like he didn’t think he’d actually get this far, and now he doesn’t know what to say. He looks back toward his friends for assistance, but all they do is stare at him and offer zero help. You see Kyungsoo roll his eyes, and the moment slightly softens your fear. They barely even know what the heck is going on.

“We brought you here because…” he pauses to carefully think over his next words. “We’re the ones who made that storm.”

You meet his stare for a long, quiet moment as you take in what he’s saying. They made the storm. They made the storm… The storm back in town with the weird-ass lightning, freak wind, and painful rain? Do they expect you to believe that they’re the ones who did that?

A laugh starts to bubble from your lips, and it soon turns into you loudly laughing and slapping your hand over your mouth when you see the looks on their faces. You can see the irritation and embarrassment clearly as they watch you attempt to not laugh at their claim. They’re crazy. They must be – or else you were right in one of your earlier guesses, and this is a prank.

“Right… You made a storm. Okay,” you sarcastically say as you try to wipe the smile off your face in case they actually are crazy. “Great joke, guys. Although, I don’t know why you had to drive all the way out here to tell it.”

Kyungsoo’s expression falls flat. “I’m not joking.”

You keep your face blank as you go along with whatever this is. “Then, prove it.”

From Kyungsoo’s side, you see the man named Sehun raise his right arm. All he does is twirl his fingers in the air, and a soft wind picks up. You’re unimpressed, assuming that he knew there would be wind, or maybe there’s been wind all along, and you just haven’t been paying attention.

The wind grows stronger with each passing second, and soon your hair is whipping into your face, but you don’t get long to think about it. A streak of lightning flashes across the sky, and you look up to see lightning arcs brightening up the sky and everything around you. You look down at the men to see which one is claiming to do it, but when you see Jongdae staring carefully up at the sky with his fist balled up at his side, trepidation starts within you.

When Junmyeon steps forward and begins moving his hands in a weird motion, you watch him carefully. He meets your stare as little raindrops begin to splash around you. You assume it’s a fluke, but then you see Junmyeon twist his hand harshly, and a sudden downpour starts. Miraculously though, you’re completely dry. It’s like the rain is avoiding you, and you notice avoiding the other men as well, but slamming against everything else.

Suddenly, it all stops almost as soon as it started, and you look at each man, noticing their odd hand movements have stopped. They each look at you as they wait for you to say something, but you don’t know what the heck to say. You can barely understand what’s even happening.

You clear your throat, trying to find your voice. “Freak storm. That’s what that was.”

Sehun scoffs at you while the other two either shake their head or look elsewhere. Kyungsoo carefully meets your stare, like he can’t believe you don’t believe they’re the ones who just did that before sighing.

You watch as he puts his hands out in front of himself, and then you feel something moving under your feet. You look down at the ground to see what you’re stepping on, but all you see is the earth shaking below you. Grabbing onto the vehicle behind you for balance, your eyes flash up to Kyungsoo, but his are still focused on the ground.

The tremors grow nearly violent before they suddenly stop, and he looks up at you, waiting for you to deny it now. How could you, though? Did you even get earthquakes here? You’ve never felt one, so it couldn’t be a normal occurrence. Also, how would it start and stop in perfect tune with Kyungsoo? Could they be telling the truth? Were they capable of doing such things?

Finally, logic clicks into place, chasing away the absurd claims. Of course, they couldn’t. This had to be the result of a streak of lightning hitting the ground close by or something, or maybe you did have an earthquake, and you have just been ignorant to them in the past. Yeah, one of those explains it.

Movement by the barn catches your attention, and you see a man that you hadn’t noticed leaning against the barn door begin to walk toward you. Before you can say anything or even ask who he is, he throws his arm out towards you, and a giant wall of fire erupts off to your side.

You shriek as you move away from the massive inferno and watch it with wide eyes. Over the roar of the fire, you hear one of the men – Junmyeon, you think – say the name Chanyeol in exasperation, but your eyes stay glued to the orange and yellow flames licking the air next to you. Ignoring their voices, you try to make sense of the ten-foot wall of fire staying perfectly in place, but absolutely no explanation comes to mind. This broke the laws of physics. It isn’t possible, yet you’re witnessing it with your own eyes.

Fear begins to prickle at your skin as you try to figure out what this means. How are they able to have control over the elements like this? Your brain scrambles to find a logical explanation, but it fails miserably. All you can do is stare at the wall of flames next to you until it dies down and eventually disappears.

It’s silent as they wait for you to say something, but your eyes are still glued to the spot where the fire was. The ground is charred in a perfect line following the path of the fire, and any chance you had at denying it happened is gone as well.

Slowly, you look at the group of men who patiently wait for your response. Each face holds a different expression: cockiness, indifference, anxiousness, worry, and acceptance. You blink a couple of times before your eyes seek out Kyungsoo. The only one you knew before all of this, and the only one you had even an inkling of trust in.

He looks at you with pity as he lets you process everything that’s happening and waits to speak until he feels like it’s the right time.

“We can do things like this because we’re witches.”

Feeling shellshocked from the myriad of weather you just experienced, you feel the weight of his words, but your brain is struggling to keep up.

Witches. They’re claiming to be witches. You’d laugh, but you didn’t have the energy. Instead, you meekly ask, “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you’re one too.”

It’s silent for a moment as they wait for your response, but his words finally break through the spell that was weaved on you, and you scoff. “Yeah, right. I’m not a witch.”

All you want to do is laugh in disbelief at the ridiculousness of it all. You didn’t believe in things like that. Sure, you just witnessed something odd and unexplainable, and if they want to be witches that’s fine, but you’re not a witch. You’re a normal human being without an ounce of magical powers.

“If you would just – “

“No,” you loudly interrupt Kyungsoo. “You’re wrong or delusional, I don’t know which, but I’m not what you’re claiming I am. I don’t have magic. I can’t do the things you guys are claiming you can do, and it was clearly a mistake for me to come out here with you.”

As Kyungsoo opens his mouth to argue with you, all you want to do is escape. Unfortunately, your only ride was thanks to them, and you have no other vehicle here, so you do the next best thing.

You turn away from them and run down the gravel driveway toward the road. You hear a couple of them shouting after you, but that only pushes you harder to escape. You don’t want to be near them. You don’t want to hear any other crazy shit they have to say.

The only thing you need is to get away from these weirdos. You don’t care in the slightest if you’re in the middle of nowhere or if you have to run through some empty fields at night. If it gets you away from them and closer to safety, then you’re all about it.

Putting a little more power in your step, you try not to slip on any stones as you run, and you feel relief when the gravel drive finally meets the paved blacktop of the road. It becomes easier to run, and your worry of slipping and busting your ass on the ground slims.

You can’t tell how long you run for. It feels like hours, but it’s probably only minutes. Running never was your strong suit, so you’re impressed you’ve gone this far without slowing down. Although, that may have more to do with the fear of being caught than anything else.

The sound of a motor catches your attention, and you look around to see headlights coming up behind you, back from where the barn is. You don’t slow down as the vehicle approaches. You even go as far as to avoid looking at the driver as they slow down to your pace and drive alongside you. You assume it’s one of those crazy “witches”. However, the voice that greets you doesn’t sound familiar at all.

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you glance over to see a strange male. He looks to be around your age, and he watches you with kind and worried eyes as you run along the side of the road.

“It’s not safe to run on the road at night!”

“Yeah, well, it’s not safe to talk to strangers, either. Yet here we are!” You breathlessly shout back to him before glancing over to see a dimpled grin grace the man’s face as he lets out a “touché”.

You’re not stupid. You know that this man is one of them. He came from that direction, and as far as you can tell, there isn’t much else out here. A part of you is surprised that it’s not Kyungsoo, but they must’ve thought this guy would have a better chance than the rest of them.

“Would you like a ride home?” He asks once you don’t bother to try and speak again.

“Didn’t we just say something about not talking to strangers? I certainly think that applies to getting into cars with them as well.”

Most of your words are a joke because you know there’s no real way for you to get back to town on your own. You couldn’t walk back. You’d be out here until tomorrow morning if you did. While, normally, you’d be a lot more cautious about strangers, you feel like you’ve been hit with sensory overload to the point that you just don’t care. Maybe it was the people following you. Maybe it was the guy who made an entire wall of fire. Who knows?

With a sigh, you come to a stop, and he quickly follows suit. You wander around the front of the black car and find the passenger side door already unlocked for you. Dropping in the seat, you don’t even bother to put on your seatbelt. It’s the least of your worries right now.

“I’m Yixing, by the way,” he casually states as he throws the vehicle back in drive and continues down the road.

You introduce yourself almost immediately like his calming voice coaxes a response out of you. Your lack of fear or worry causes you to side-eye him and wonder what his power is. All you feel is peace and a sense of safety, which partially freaks you out. Does he have the ability to affect your emotions or something?

“Can I ask?” You look at him after you feel like you can no longer hold it in.

He only smiles at your question. “Ask what?”

“What your power is?”

Nodding his head, he says, “I’m, basically, a healer.”

When he doesn’t clarify further, you ask, “You mean you don’t have control over an element like the others?”

“There’s more types of magic out there than just elemental. You just happened to only stay long enough to meet those four.”

His words aren’t harsh or accusing by any means, but you feel like you have to defend yourself for some reason. “It’s a lot to spring on someone who doesn’t believe it even exists.”

He hums in acknowledgment, and the car falls silent for the rest of the trip, besides you giving him directions. He doesn’t push you to talk about it, and you don’t make any moves to ask about it. If anything, you’re grateful for his silence.

When you finally get back to your apartment, you attempt to process the day as you finally pull on your pajamas. You don’t believe in magic, but what you saw today made it hard to deny. You didn’t imagine a sudden earthquake or a nearly ten-foot wall of fire. There is no way they could’ve slipped you a hallucinogenic either, so you couldn’t blame it on them drugging you.

Nope. What you saw today had to be magic, right? There was no other explanation – no matter how hard you grasped at straws.

Accepting magic existed would just open an entire other can of worms that you aren’t ready for. You can hear your grandparents rolling in their graves at you even entertaining the idea of magic. While your parents didn’t really care and told you magic didn’t exist, your grandparents were a different story.

You can still hear their voices now saying how “evil” it was and how only “devil worshippers” messed with that sort of thing. You recall how against it they were as you grew up. The one time your grandma caught you watching a supernatural show, and she turned off the tv and took the remote with her, or the time your grandpa caught you reading a fantasy book. He ripped it out of your hands and threw it into the fireplace in the living room – library be damned.

It was always weird to you how against it they were, and after tonight, you wonder if it’s because they knew something you don’t. Curiosity getting the better of you, you move into the middle of the living room and put your hands out in front of you like you saw the others do. When nothing happens, you attempt to think of the powers the others have and focus on them specifically, but you still get nothing.

Dropping your arms to your side, you confirm your original thoughts. You’re not magical, and nobody is out to get you.

Kyungsoo’s POV

When they discovered it was you that was being targeted, Kyungsoo wasn’t too sure about it. You didn’t seem magical, or like you had any idea that this world even existed.

The only thing that changed his mind was the group of people following you and hanging outside of the greenhouse. They had been there when he left earlier and were still there when he came back at closing. With you being the only one still there, that made his other options disappear.

Clearly, he’s correct in his assumption about you being ignorant of this world. When they showed you their magic, you looked confused, terrified, and had disbelief written all over your features. When they told you that you are a witch, it was obvious you thought they were all bat-shit insane.

You took off running into the night like a fucking idiot after – frustrating some of the coven. The others said you just needed some time to come to terms with it, which he could understand if they had any of it.

Yixing went after you to keep you safe. The added benefit of his healing aura would calm you and hopefully help you accept the truth soon – because you’re in this for life now, and another war will be coming.

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I walked into my apartment and pulled off my heels. I wiped my brow of the sweat that had been there since I got in my car to head home. The eagerness to leave had kept me from showering while I was there. But it was no longer anyone else's time; it was "me time."

Relief cleansed my muscles of tension as I washed in my own shower. With nothing but the water and my thoughts around, my mind brought to my attention that I had learned a valuable lesson; never book that many brats back to back in one weekend again. Even with the fun I had, their demanding energy had drained me. I knew I wanted something simple the next time. Someone who would bend to my will with ease. The rush of pure dominance is what kept me coming back to Hyde House as one of their registered doms. My heart skipped with the hope that there would be more submissive applicants that selected me.

I had two days off after my weekend of debauchery. The job that paid my bills didn't have me scheduled until Wednesday. I slept in relatively late, not having the heart to reject the sweet nothings my bed whispered to me as sunlight illuminated my room. After a while of reveling in between my sheets, my body said it could take no more lying down, so I got up to brush my teeth and find something to eat.

The usual keenness I had for cooking a nice breakfast eluded me. I scanned my fridge with half-asleep eyes. My sweet tooth was really kicking in, but I knew I'd regret eating junk first thing in the morning. I grabbed a yogurt, a spoon, and a blow pop out of the stash I kept to the right of the sink. I plopped onto my sofa and took a couple bites of yogurt. I reached for the remote on the end table, flipping on the television in search of something interesting. All I could find were reruns of shows I had already watched. I picked something that was suitable for background noise and took my phone out of my pocket.

Several YouTube videos later, an email notification popped up. Hyde House Submissive Applicant.

My curiosity perked its little ears up. I knew that I wouldn't be getting this email unless a new sub had selected me as a possible dom. My blunt fingernails tapped at the back of my phone while I eyed the notification like a tempting piece of fruit. It didn't take but a second for me to open the email to check out this prospect.

Name: [redacted], Chanyeol

I giggled. It was a cute name.

I went down through the filled out application and skimmed over some of his kinks. Something in the "other kinks," box drew in my eyes.

Reverse size kink. Interesting.

I also saw he had an objectification kink. "So he likes to be objectified to get off, eh?" I mused to myself. I held my bottom lip between my teeth as I grinned. This Chanyeol sounded like a perfect candidate to take my frustrations out on. "I'd like to order one orgasm per brat I had to deal with over the weekend. To go, please." I didn't bother to read more and immediately drafted a new email.

Schnookums,

My dearest, my friend, my favorite. You should double check if I got that sub who wanted to be objectified. You know… maybe pull some strings if necessary… I really want this one, Suho. I've been up to my ears in brats all weekend. Thank you, pumpkin

Sent at 10:15 a.m.

I knew it was you. Your horrible brand of half-assed flattery won't work on me, doll face. I only reward the ones who actually mean it when they're being a kiss-ass. Besides, you booked them yourself, you cinnamon roll. Choices have consequences, my sweet. You're just laying in the bed you made. You want to hook this sub? Try harder.

Suho

Received at 10:17 a.m.

I blew a tired raspberry. He could be a real pain in my ass, but he dealt with a lot of people while running Hyde House. Flattery didn't easily win him over.

Dearest Suho,

I can't help it. It's how I've always gotten my way. Old habits die hard. Since you want me to try, lemme put this into perspective for you. Imagine if you had to put up with me over and over and over again. You would need a full-on reset. This is exactly what I am looking for. I want to lose myself in dominating someone fully. It's like when you delete cookies off your computer. I want to delete the cookies in my head. Just give me a chance!

Sent at 10:33 a.m.

I'm only saying yes because you got lucky and you were his first choice and you reached out before any of the other doms he selected. Be happy.

Suho

Received at 10:38 a.m.

That jerk. He was already going to let me have him and he made me plead my case.

Pleased that I had gotten what I hoped for, even if the manner in which I earned it was a bit ridiculous, I waited patiently for Chanyeol to contact me. It was later that evening when I finally got an email.

Hello,

My name is Chanyeol. Thank you for accepting my application. I really appreciate it.

Received at 7:08 p.m.

Glad to hear from you, pet.

I couldn't help myself after skimming over your paperwork. You sound very interesting. I actually have some questions for you so we can lay the groundwork before we schedule our meeting. How does that sound?

Sent at 7:11 p.m.

I am ready when you are.

Received at 7:12 p.m.

First of all, refer to me as "Mistress," from now on. Secondly, I need to know more about what it is you are into. What's this reverse size kink of yours? Tell me how you like to be objectified. Anything you'd be willing to try? Things you'd like to avoid? And throw in a safe word, too! 😘

Sent 7:16 p.m.

Minutes later, I got his answers. My palms dampened with sweat and my heart picked up pace despite my efforts to keep my breathing even. The more he revealed, the more I knew he would be just what I was looking for. He kept things quite professional between us. Even through the emails, I could sense his timidity. I had to approach him a bit differently if I was going to develop trust between us before meeting. I made him an offer to be his dom even before our first scene, and long-term afterwards if he so chose. I gave him my phone number (a phone I kept specifically for Hyde House related needs), and left the choice up to him.

I was about to start my nighttime routine when a special ringtone caught my attention. I pulled the phone from my pocket. I grinned and gripped my phone tightly. I knew it could only be Chanyeol.

"Ah, my little sub, why aren't you asleep yet?" I teased when I answered.

"I'm sorry, mistress." His deep voice took me aback. The timbre of his voice was like taking the resonance in a cello and trapping it up behind two barely parted lips. "I just got in bed, but I am," he hesitated, "I'm just," he paused again. "I'm a bit overwhelmed because I'm anticipating meeting you and I'm finding it hard to sleep."

"Ah, I see. You better rest well or I will be disappointed. I know a perfect little trick for you. I want you to do this every night before you go to bed until we get our first scene all scheduled out. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, mistress." The change in his voice from closed and nervous to ready and submissive made my mind wander as I instructed him.

"Sit up on the edge of your bed." The sound of bedding being ruffled filtered through the phone. "Are you sitting up with your feet flat on the ground?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Set your phone on speaker and place it onto the bed beside you so you can follow my instructions." When he confirmed he'd done as I asked I continued. "Now, alternating your hands, lightly drum your palms on your lap. Not too fast, but just a comfortable one, two, one, two. After fifteen to thirty seconds, slow down." I waited. "Now slow down again." It had been just over a minute when a quiet yawn made its way to my ear. "It's working, isn't it, my toy?"

A gasp caught me off guard. Silence replaced the soft drumming. Concerned, I spoke up. "Is something wrong?"

"No, mistress," he sputtered, sounding more nervous than ever. "I liked being called your toy," he confessed.

His confession tasted so intoxicatingly sweet to me that I wondered if I would get cavities. The danger from his candied words filled my ribcage. I wanted more. I worried that if he was this easy to affect, I might try to get a rouse from him every chance I could get. "How scandalous… Did that turn you on?" I smirked.

Only silence was present on the line for a moment when he spoke. "Yes, mistress."

I closed my eyes and drew a steadying breath. "Poor little thing. Did that give you an erection?" I pried.

"Yes, mistress."

"Interesting. Are you comfortable sending me a picture? If you're a good toy, I may just return the favor," I offered.

"Umm… I have my pajamas on right now. Did you mean nude, or?" he trailed off.

"I would actually love to see how hard your cock strains against the crotch of your trousers. Show me," I urged, a smile blossoming on my face as I spoke.

"Okay," Chanyeol huffed, fumbling his phone around until he said, "I sent it," his voice sounding like he was out of breath.

My phone pinged. I took it away from my ear and the screen lit up with a notification. I opened his message and saw his baby blue, pinstripe pajamas emphasizing the length of his erection. "I can't wait to use you," I sighed. A plan brewed in my head, then. "When was the last time you touched yourself?"

I could hear him swallow hard in between stammering. "A-bout a week. Maybe five or six days."

"Good. Keep your hands off until I give you permission. After all, toys don't get themselves off. Everything under those pajamas belongs to me."

"Y-yes, mistress."

"Now, hold your breath for about ten to fifteen seconds. That should help with the erection. If it doesn't, just wait until it naturally goes soft, then do the drumming trick if you're still tired," I instructed in a pleased tone.

"Yes, mistress," Chanyeol answered with ease.

"Try to get some rest, my plaything!" I chirped. "Goodnight," I murmured.

In the morning, I got up and stepped into my kitchen, fetching myself a glass of water. After the first sip had passed my lips, an idea poked its little head out from the corner of my mind. The corners of my mouth turned up as I drank the gulp I had taken. I quickly finished the glass and grabbed my phone. Opening up my messages, I started typing. "Good morning, love doll. I'm going to need you to be a good boy and make sure to drink at least 3 liters of water every day. I'm also going to need proof. Send me pictures to show you're keeping well hydrated! Thank you!" I ended the message with a winking kiss emoji.

As I prepared my breakfast, I heard the text notification ping. I flipped my omelet with the spatula and grabbed my phone off the counter. I was pleased to find two pictures. One of a large, blue reusable water bottle filled to the brim with water. The other picture showed a quarter of it already gone. "That's a good start. Keep up the good work and you just might be rewarded," I teasingly replied.

"Yes, mistress," Chanyeol answered. It was just as satisfying to see as it was to hear.

Throughout the day, I got my little updates. Some were pictures of the water level being visibly lower than before, others were of him actually drinking from it. His face looked youthful and gentle; a bit different from what I expected when I heard his voice. Not only was he attractive, but his appearance made me want to dominate him more as I thought of it.

The dedication to show he wasn't pulling the wool over my eyes by sending only water bottle photos warmed my heart. I sighed, content. By the end of the day, he had drunk at least three liters, if not a bit more.

Evening rolled around and I decided to reward Chanyeol for following my instructions so well.

"You did so well today, my favorite toy! I need you to take very good care of yourself so you are in the best condition when I use you. Can't get off with a broken toy! Because you have been such a good boy, here's a little sneak peek… remember, NO TOUCHING!"

I held up my phone and opened the camera app. I pulled the already low neckline of my loose tank top to show as much cleavage as possible without letting him have the pleasure of seeing my nipples just yet. I squeezed my breasts together with my arms, wanting to create the most flattering shape I could. I let the tip of my tongue cheekily stick out from my upturned lips and traced the middle of my cleavage with an index finger. I snapped a picture and sent it.

Within ten seconds of it being sent, Chanyeol answered. "Thank you so much, mistress! I will keep trying my best to be a good toy for you."

I caught my bottom lip between my teeth and let a long breath hiss out. He was finally starting to play a little more and it gave me a head rush. I told him to do the same drumming technique to help him fall asleep and to message me in the morning.

Things continued in a similar fashion for the following days. Of course, not everything I commanded him to do was practical. I teased him and he behaved like the perfect sub. I also made him remind me at least once a day when his appointment to go to the clinic would be. Keeping that thought at the forefront of his mind and mine made us anticipate further discussion about the liberties I will be given permission to take.

Waiting for results dragged out the longest. When I finally got the text about his results, my blood heated, knowing whatever the results, we could soon schedule our first meeting.

His text read, "Negative." More than eager to plan our play date, I called him the first chance I got.

"H-hello?" a shaky voice answered.

"Just hello?" I pried. "Where are your manners?"

"I-I'm sorry. I'm at a company dinner. I just stepped away from the table to take the call." He softened his tone. "My coworkers are just a few steps away. I don't feel comfortable calling you by… well, you know."

I wondered if it would truly be fair to punish him for this. I relented and thought for a moment. "Hmmm… Just call me Marie, then."

"Marie?" he timidly inquired.

"Because I'm the marionettist that gets to play with you," I chuckled.

"Did you need to talk about anything, Marie?" he tried to ask with more confidence but only his volume was a bit louder. He couldn't be more conspicuous if he tried.

"I just wanted to talk to you about scheduling our appointment."

Over the bustle of the restaurant, I heard a voice shout "Chanyeol, you better hurry before your beer gets warm!"

My jaw went slack. "Are you drinking?" I said, incredulous.

"Well, it is a company dinner," he started.

"That's fine," I cooed. "Just keep it to two drinks. That includes any shots."

A shocked noise escaped his throat. "But, Marie," his voice dimmed again. "I've already had two beers. This dinner won't be over for a while longer. It would be rude to refuse if someone offers."

"Oh, so, sex dolls have autonomy now?" I sassed.

"Marie, I-"

"Call me when you get home. You better be drinking plenty of water with that alcohol," I warned.

"Yes, Marie. I will do that."

Another voice grew closer as we ended our conversation. "Marie? You got a girlfriend or something, Chanyeol?" The line cut off.

Evening rolled around. At around 8 o'clock, I finally heard the special ringtone I had set for Chanyeol's number. I wasted no time. "When are you free next?"

"Ugh, mistress, do you have to speak so loudly?" the deep, hoarse voice whispered.

"Excuse me? I am definitely not being any louder than normal. How much did you really drink?"

"Umm… I stopped drinking beer after your call… but I had a few shots at the end of dinner because my boss insisted."

"Naughty," I scolded. "Are you subbing your boss too?"

"What? No, mistress!" he swiftly objected.

"I'm your only dom… yet this is what I get when another asks something of you. Such a pity. You were doing so well, now it's all piss. What a disappointment. I hope you're a glutton for punishment, fiddle."

There was an audible swallow and unsteady breath. "I'm free Thursday evening, mistress," Chanyeol whimpered.

"Then meet me in the Playroom at 7 p.m. Wear something comfortable, pet. You'll need it when I'm through with you." I went straight to bed.

I wore a sheer bra and panty set with my sexiest heels. I needed him to see from the moment he steps into the door that I mean business. I refused to let Chanyeol get off easily.

I placed a bottle of lube in a glass of warm water on an end table beside where I sat on the red microfiber sofa like a throne. I stared at the bright orange door in front of me. It was a target on the deep, royal purple wall. I kept my sights nailed to it as I waited on Chanyeol. I had already concocted my plan from his list of kinks. It ran through my head like a movie for days between our last phone call and this meeting. Perfect torture for him. Perfect way for him to apologize to me. I wanted to use him like the fuck doll he was.

The door crept open. A mop of hair popped from behind it, an inquisitive expression about him. He looked quite innocent for these kinds of things, but sometimes they were the freakiest ones. Whether he kept up the simple facade or if he became a writhing whore beneath me, I knew I was going to enjoy this.

I cocked my head. "My love doll."

Chanyeol shuffled on his tiptoes the rest of the way through the door. He wore a patterned button-down over a plain tee with straight-leg jeans, black and white converse poking out from under their hem. He held his hands at his chest and scraped his fingernails together. "Good evening, mistress."

"Thank you." I rose and walked a little bit closer, past the bed to my left and sex furniture to my right. I stood in the center of the room and beckoned him to meet me the rest of the way with a wag of my finger. He came forward, but far enough to be out of my personal space. Even with my heels he was taller than me. It was clear why he called it a reverse size kink. He wanted to be shrunk down to the size and function of a dildo. Being reduced to only a replica of a male sex organ. It was so perverted. Unable to keep my excitement fully hidden, my lips turned up in a smirk. "On your knees in front of the couch. Face the door."

The nervous look he shot me from under his fringe once he settled reminded me of the hesitant Chanyeol from when we first conversed. "Are you worried because this is like meeting all over again, or is it because my threat made you fearful?" I reached down to his forehead and slid my fingers through the locks covering his face, pushing them out of the way. I continued to touch him this way as I waited for an answer from his jaw as it worked through his indecisiveness.

"Maybe a little of both, mistress?"

I put my hand on his cheek. He looked conflicted. He let his cheek lightly nuzzle against my touch but fidgeted away before I absorbed his warmth.

"My puppet… I always do my very best to stay within the limits of your expressed kinks and fetishes, while trying to be creative with it. I consider this an art. I treat it with respect." I leaned closer, my face centimeters from his while I looked down at him.

"If you behave, I will make it enjoyable for you, too. Now, be a good little sub and tell me your safe word." I winked.

His darting eyes only briefly kept contact, then his gaze rested on the carpet. "The safe word is 'box,' mistress." His cheek finally settled into my palm when he quit shifting around on his knees.

I dragged my fingertips through the hair behind his ear and stared at his lips long enough to notice how velvety they looked. "You didn't forget your safe word. That is so important, perhaps I should reward you?" I caressed his bottom lip with my thumb.

I pressed my lips to his. The softness of his pout left me incredulous. I hummed against his mouth. "You have such nice lips," I cooed as I tapped them with a finger. "Must be because of all that water I made you drink. Or maybe helping you find a better sleeping routine had something to do with it."

Chanyeol hung his head, dejected. "Yes, mistress. You take very good care of me."

"And yet," I complained, sticking a finger into his chest and pushing him back. "You disobeyed me in favor of your boss."

Chanyeol backed up inch by inch. "I'm sorry, mis-"

"Don't even say it." I continued forward until he was forced to sit on the floor, back pressed against the front of the couch. I stepped to one side. I lifted my foot to his shoulder and towered over him. "Show me." A malevolent smirk eased over my features. "Take off your shirts."

When my foot hit the ground, Chanyeol scrambled to his knees, leaned forward and tugged the fabric of the button-down shirt and white undershirt over his back. The messy mane atop his head sprung back over his forehead when he pulled his clothes off. He didn't sit up. He stayed hunched over, bunched up shirt at his wrists.

"I said,'' I grabbed his face with both hands, bringing him up closer to me. "Show me." I ran my palms down his fit body. I angled my breasts close to his face. The entire time his eyes held mine. My veiled nipples were literally dangling in his face and he chose to look me in the eyes. I smirked, impressed with his determination. I lowered my voice to fill only the space between us. "If you think that trick is going to make me lessen my punishment, you're sorely mistaken."

Chanyeol's adam's apple bobbed before he responded. "I'll take whatever punishment you give me, mistress."

"Oh, will you now? I'll make sure the punishment fits the crime this time," I grinned. "But, I need you to remind me. One. More. Time," I leaned close to his ear. "What's your safe word?" I interrogated and started to circle around his back. His eyes darted toward me, nervous of every move I made as I stepped around him. When I came to his right side he flinched and stared up at me.

"'Box.'" He sighed. "The safe word is 'box.'"

"That's right, my tiny toy!" I cheered, tapping a finger to his nose. "Now that we have that out of the way, let's have some fun, shall we?"

On a mission, I marched to a closet door beside the bed. I rolled out a small rack with a few costumes. "I think my love doll should wear something sexy for me." I looked over the skimpy outfits to see what might fit and suit what aroused Chanyeol. "How about this slutty business outfit? It's sleeveless and a crop top, and it's got a nice red tie. Maybe I could use you like your boss does, hmm?" I held up the hanger with the unbuttoned shirt and tie. "What do you think, doll?"

Chanyeol's hands fidgeted at his sides, on his cheeks and collarbone blossomed a faint vermilion across his skin. "I- I like it, but the boss thing makes me uncomfortable, mistress."

I walked to him the moment I saw his nerves. "I'll have to reroute some of my ideas, but that's no problem. I'll do it for you, my fuck toy." I firmly patted his cheek and he rested into my touch with a sigh. I pushed his hair back out of his face again. He was already nearly drunk with anticipation. He was breathing heavily and swayed under my hand on his head. "I forgot how much those pet names affect you. Remember the first time I called you something you liked and you got hard?" I guided Chanyeol back to sit on the floor again. With a finger, I pushed his head back onto the couch cushion. I walked over to the wall opposite the closet. From a large dresser full of toys and tools, I pulled out a bullet vibrator and some candy apple red duct tape. I tossed the tape on the couch, beside Chanyeol. I held it up and stood over him, admiring the pretty purple color that matched the room. I bent at the waist and turned it on while I glared at him. "I brought another toy to play with. How hard can I get that little dildo between your legs?" I started rubbing the vibrator up and down his zipper.

His eyes fluttered shut and he winced. He fought to be still, but his face contorted and scrunched.

"Oh, that's right," I pulled the toy away at the memory. "I have had you on a touching fast all this time. This must be a bit much to start with. Can't have you cumming already!" I smiled.

His head shot up. "What- why not, mistress?"

I furrowed my brow. "Umm… you're my toy. I get to use you. Until I'm satisfied, however many orgasms that is. You are the toy, so you get off once." It was obvious to me. I shouldn't have expected him to know what was going on in my head. I couldn't help the fragment of annoyance that settled in my chest. How could he expect more after the stunt he pulled with his boss and coworkers?

"Have you ever been edged for a long time?" I asked as I lowered myself to straddle his lap, leaving the bullet near the tape. I could feel the thickness of his stiffening cock as I rocked my hips into him.

He huffed out a breath, his head lolling forward to where my crotch grazed his. "No, mistress. I've never been edged for a long time." He bared his teeth as he resisted the pleasure.

"Aw." I chuckled softly. "You almost look like you're in pain." I looked at him with my most concerned puppy dog eyes while continuing the dance I had begun. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, mistress." He grunted, still hypnotized by my movements.

"Then what is it? Are you trying to fight it? Are you trying to survive the edging after being unable to cum for so long?" I placed my arms on Chanyeol's shoulders, and laced my fingers through his hair, pulling his face up to mine. I held my lips just out of his reach, and we exchanged breaths as he thought through the fog of his desire.

"I guess- I'm just doing what feels right, mistress."

I raised a brow. "Oh, reduced to your instincts already, are you?" My lips feathered over his. "That's so cute." I kissed him, knotting our lips in passion. "That's such a good toy." A warm pride replaced the annoyance in my chest. "The less you think, the better. Fuck toys like you have no thought but to be used for the purpose for which you were made." I let out a deep sigh. "Oh, I'm going to make the edging so worth it. Your toes are gonna throw up gang signs." I leaned my head back and laughed.

I got up, keeping my towering stance. "First thing's first. I need to stimulate my clit before I can slip a fake cock inside," I smirked, stealing a glance at his bulge. I turned around, this time placing his face between my legs and pulling my thong to the side. I lowered my clit directly onto his lips. "Lick me."

Chanyeol's hands came up to grab my thighs, but I pushed them away. "You only move what I ask of you. Do you understand me?" After his affirmation, he placed his hands on the floor at his sides. "Now stick your tongue out." He did so. I watched his tongue disappear between my folds as he made a long stripe down and back up again. "Starting out on the lowest setting… I wonder how high the power on this one goes," I giggled. "Let's turn it up a notch."

I reached down with both hands and started rubbing his pecs. His tongue moved just a bit faster, teasing my clit in circles. I could tell he had done this before.

My fingertips grazed over his nipples as I caressed his chest. "Mmm, your nipples are so hot," I grinned as I pinched them. "I wish the manufacturer had more torsos like this one. So sensitive and sexy," I cooed.

Chanyeol twitched and small vocalizations of protest escaped his mouth. "How does it taste?"

He groaned as his tongue slipped away from me. "You taste like a nectarine, mistress."

"Oh, really? Are you telling the truth or just trying to flatter me?" I sat back onto the couch, and held his upside-down face. I sucked some of my fluids off of his lower lip. It was a hint of sweetness and salt from his warm spit mixed in. "You were telling the truth." I hopped back up, leaving Chanyeol only visible from the chin down.

Again, he teased, trying to coax the orgasm out of me. I relaxed my head back, relishing the slick movement of the tip of his tongue. "Faster." He sped up. Like a metronome, his technique was consistent. Watching him squirm with need sent a jolt through my head and I wanted nothing more than to break his timidity. "I want to watch you pinch your nipples."

His hands hesitated. Stiffly, they trekked up his obliques and to both of his nipples. Already erect from my earlier touch, his thumb and forefinger held his nipples and he began to twist them gently.

"You're doing such a good job turning me on. I may have to ask Suho if I can take this one home and keep it in the drawer of my night stand." My body prepped to let loose, I wanted more. I brought my hands to my own nipples and tugged at them. "Is there an even higher setting?"

Chanyeol froze. Even though his adam's apple bobbed as if he wanted to say something, the room was dead silent. "Y-yes, mistress."

"Interesting. I want to test it out." He went back to licking my clit and gained speed as he went until his tongue really felt like the buzz of a vibrator. I groaned. "I love it when you play with my clit like that." I caressed the smooth underside of his chin, down his neck and back to his nipples. Chanyeol's hands fell away and he supported his weight on the heels of his hands. I started grinding my hips against his face. In a whisper, I demanded, "Suck."

He captured my clit, his method rapid and shallow. The tip of his tongue started thrashing against my clit while he held me in his mouth. I could feel the strings of his saliva while his tongue lapped up my fluids. My head fell back and I groaned behind a bitten lip when my orgasm made my whole body shudder. Jaw dropped in an amazed smile, I laughed as the power drained out of my clenching walls. "That was great. I'm soaked." I bent forward, right in front of his face. I touched my fingers to the moisture covering my labia and looked back while I pulled them away, showing Chanyeol the sticky, clear strands of my arousal.

He let out a low groan and I righted myself to face him as I dropped my panties. "Mistress, can we- can we please unzip my pants? It's getting," he bit his lip and looked away from me. "Uncomfortable."

His jeans were barely containing his erection. My mind played with the thought of calling something like that small. I could tower over him as much as I wanted, but pretending that wouldn't stretch me out a good deal pressured me to find a solution. I had to focus on objectifying him.

"I think warming you up is a great idea." I crouched down and started unzipping his pants. His cock twitched in his boxers when it was released from its denim prison. I tugged the hem of his underwear down and held his length in my hand. I hummed curiously. "I think I can better use this toy on the couch. Take your pants off and get up there." Once his pants were on the floor, he perched himself on a cushion and waited patiently. I brushed my fingertips over his thighs while I admired his manhood. My eyes held his. "Pull your legs up."

Chanyeol's face lost its blush and he looked pale. With jerky, unsure hands he went to reach around to the backs of his knees. I nodded, encouraging him to pull his legs up higher. His hard cock laid against his stomach.

I grabbed the red tape and taped each of his wrists to his ankles, effectively putting him in the best position to be my bitch. While he looked up at me with curious eyes, I reached for my vibrator and the pre-warmed lube on the end table. I set the wand next to Chanyeol and poured the heated lube onto my hand and quickly coated his length in it. "I think I'm going to need to break this bad boy in before I can really start having fun." I added another palm of lube to his tip. The way his breathing hitched from the loose, wet strokes made my skin tingle. I pulled his cock towards me from between his thighs. My feet firmly grounded on the floor and my thighs touching his, I lined him up with my pussy before moving into him inch by inch. I bit my lip, inhaling slowly as I took him. When I had nearly bottomed out, I grabbed the bullet, turned it on, and placed it on my clit. I stayed still, letting the vibrations leave me dizzy. I groaned when my sensitivity spiked. "How does it feel to be inside me with no movement?"

He took long, steadying breaths. "It makes me ache for you to use me, mistress," he whined. I grinned at his openness and started moaning louder. Again, his face twisted at his resistance.

"Aww, are you frustrated?" I tenderly rubbed his cheek. "It's okay, love doll. I'll get myself off on your dick, too." I patted his cheek and trailed down the side of his neck to his chest to tease his nipples again. He growled and clenched his eyes shut under his furrowed brow. Feeling the soft skin of his areola around his hard nipples made my mouth water as the vibrator between my legs rushed me into another orgasm. I groaned and tried to keep still so the only satisfaction Chanyeol could get was from my walls gripping him. I turned off the toy and set it to the side. I cocked an eyebrow at him. "I think I'm prepared enough to use this toy now."

I reached around his thighs and started pulling myself onto him. "Open your eyes," I coaxed with a moan. He cracked one eye open, a nervous air about him. "This little toy really packs a punch," I giggled. The hair hanging over his forehead irritatingly covered part of his expression. I pushed it back again, continuing to fuck him. The ends of his locks were dampened with sweat and clung together, staying where I had parted it. I closed my hand around a fistful of his hair. "It feels really fucking good. It's so warm inside of me, almost like the real thing." I smirked.

Chanyeol's lips were parted, his white teeth peeking out with every whimper. His eyes widened and his breathing paused. I pounded into him one more time before pulling away, letting his cock fall back against his abdomen. He shouted when the wet slap filled the room, probably nearly pushing him over the edge. He complained non-verbally and shifted around on his back, staring at his twitching length. I watched with a tender smile on my face.

When his cock stopped twitching I held it back up. "Oh, wow. So much precum is dripping out." I smiled and licked my lips with my drool-coated tongue. With one finger I slowly swiped some precum with my finger and brought it to my mouth. I sighed at his taste when I dragged my finger down my tongue. "I need a little from the tap."

I bent forward and took him into my mouth. One long suck extracted a bit more of his arousal. I watched his face turn from innocent lust to one of desperation, the way his chest heaved with dry breaths urging me to edge him more. I giggled as I slid my lips off the contours of his tip. The thought of breaking him at the front of my mind, I knew I was unleashing a side of him even he seemed unaware of.

Chanyeol had settled into the sofa and he watched me anxiously. "P-please, mistress. May I climax?"

"Oh, did you turn your brain back on, itty-bitty play thing? If you're going to use your brain, you better beg like the little horndog you are." I crossed my arms as I stood upright.

"Please let me climax, mistress."

"No," I growled. I grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks together. "Like a horndog. Tell me you want to cum."

He closed his eyes and groaned deeply in his throat. He looked back at me, serious. "Mistress, I want to cum, please let me cum."

I looked down my nose at him and scoffed. "Cute." I grabbed his cock again and started stroking him as I glared down in satisfaction. His legs and arms were getting tired. He held them a bit to the side instead of consistently upright. "I do love to play with my toys in all kinds of ways. Like my hands." I lifted my other hand and used both to hold him. One tightly gripping the blushing head, the other keeping firm pressure closer to the base as I got him off. I licked my lips and bit back a smile. "Hmm… that looks like it feels really fucking good. Does it?"

He let out one extra breathy exhale before he spoke. "Yes, mistress. It feels so fucking nice. I'm… nearly there." He whined, his voice getting higher in pitch with each needy sound. I let his cock fall back onto his stomach. He gulped down air through bared teeth and winced his eyes shut.

"Oops. Sorry, love doll. My hands slipped." I shrugged. "I bet I won't slip if I put it back inside me." This time, I turned around. I stuck his tip inside of me and sat back onto him, supporting myself on his thighs. I moaned at the caress of his cock against my walls and the stretch of his thickness. I leaned back, resting my ass on the spot I had let him fall twice. Undulating my hips forward and back, quickly making a mess of us again. I paid close attention to his breathing and minute movements under my body. His moans matured into something more brazen and less like whimpers. Self-satisfaction electrified my skin, raising goosebumps all over me. "This one can make my pussy a dripping mess. Such an impressive toy."

"Mistress, I'm going to cum. Please let me-"

I looked over my shoulder and stood up. The look of sheer horror as he slipped out of me played in slow motion. He rested his head back and stared at the ceiling, incredulous. He groaned as he propped his head back up. Gone was the shy man that had walked through the door. In his place was a man so desperate his eyes swam with light as he stared back at me. "Almost there, tiny toy," I comforted.

Facing him I started jerking his cock again. He could hardly hold his head straight. His pupils absently mirrored the motion of my hand. "I still want more from the tap." I knelt down and smiled at the fucked out look on Chanyeol's face. I licked a path up the underside of his shaft and continued with my hand. "Are you ready to cum? Where do you want it? In my mouth?" I stuck my tongue out playfully.

"Yes, mistress, I'm ready to cum," he forced out, the muscles in his neck overly tense. "I will cum wherever you want if you just please let me cum."

I dropped my jaw, excited. Those words were music to my ears. I picked up my speed and tugged harder. Chanyeol's toes started to curl and his breathing raced again. I let go.

Chanyeol threw his head back and yelled at the top of his lungs from the pent up pressure. It was only a few seconds, but it was pure bliss. I climbed on top of him, my knees on the edge of the couch. Slipping inside of me again made him hyperventilate. I rolled my hips as I fucked him again.

A hoarse tone overtook his voice. "Mistress, please let me cum."

I slammed into him harder, reached forward and pinched his nipples. "Fill me up with your hot load," I moaned.

Chanyeol's eyes grew soft as he stared beyond me, dangerously close to injecting me with his cum. The rise and fall of his chest ceased, his brow furrowed, eyes sliding shut as he arched his neck. "Mistress, I'm cumming!" he heaved beneath me and let out a long, low groan. A warm stream left my walls coated in his thick emission.

I stood up and held his still oozing cock upright. I licked up the mess that pooled on his skin near the base. "You taste so nice, too." I hooked a finger around his girth and dragged it up, collecting a drop from his tip. I moved deliberately closer to him and held my finger to his face. "You should have a try." I stuck my tongue out suggestively to encourage him. Without pause he leaned closer, too, and took my finger into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around and sucking my finger clean.

I stared at him as I pulled my finger from his mouth. "That was so fucking hot." I started unraveling the mess of tape on his wrists and ankles. He winced where the tape pulled skin and hair.

"Thank you, mistress," he muttered when I took off the last of the tape. "That was-" he trailed off and sat up while he rubbed his wrists. "That was worth it."

"I'm glad to hear that, puppet. Now get on the bed."

His eyes went wide with confusion. "B-but, I thought you said I could only cum once."