somewhere in the distance

One thing that Annebelle liked about Reed already was his ability to listen and obey as she commanded. It was fun trying to reign in an unruly submissive, but this was another level, something she truly desired. He was good while she placed the plug, but it was the look on his face when he sat, realizing how full his ass truly was, that Annabelle released a giggle of amusement. “You love it, don’t you, you little whore,” she grinned at him, petting his cheek and then grabbing his chin so he couldn’t look anywhere but at her, “Don’t you love your holes filled for my use?” She knew he did already, but the confirmation always made things even better for her. He was practically writhing in his seat as he was, begging and pleading when he didn’t know what was next. 

“Now, now, calm my little toy. I haven’t finished dressing you yet,” she smirked,tweaking on his nipples and knowing the perfect toy to put there. She left him and went to her dresser where she kept toys only for use on the good submissives and Reed was earning his reward. “This one is special,” she said softly, walking up to him and flicking his hard cock with her finger. She hummed softly as she placed the nipple clamps, connected by a chain and a weighted jewel in the center, so he’d feel it every time she flicked the chain. “There. Perfect,” she praised him, and slid her cock on the bed to the side, knowing it would be used later. “Now it’s my turn for a reward,” she smirked, soon standing naked before him. She turned around and leaned back, lowering herself on his lap.

“Now, no moving, my little whore. This is for me, not for you,” she laughed openly, mocking his noises as she maneuvered his hard cock to slide into her soaked pussy. She moaned loudly as he filled her and began to ride him, her pussy clenching around his locked cock, knowing he’d be unable to cum. She pushed back hard, knowing it would push the plug into his prostate, teasing him as she sought her own orgasm.

His cheeks flushed when she called him a whore because she was absolutely right. Annabelle was a woman that he had known for a very short length of time yet here he was begging for her to torture him, to turn him into her little toy that she could use as she pleased. Maybe he should have put up more of a fight than he did, maybe he should have disobeyed her more to make it seem like he wasn’t this pathetic little thing that was begging to be fucked but he couldn’t. Annabelle had captivated him in every way and when she explained what she had wanted to do that one day in the gym he had gone home and gotten off an embarrassing amount of times just to the thought of doing it, nevermind the actual event.

“Love it, Mistress,” he nodded, chest heaving as fingers plucked at his nipples. There was a moment of panic as she left him but it quickly disappeared when he saw the clamps in her hand. He went to push his chest out, to present himself to her but instead found himself flinching back at the flick to his cock, letting out a hiss.

Advik knew he had him now, more than amused by the look when he was given the tiny amount of praise. it was more than amusing and he only wanted to see how far he could take this tonight. The boy began to obey and then stopped, causing Advik to look down and see what was taking so long. Hearing the pleading, he laughed openly and patted Reed’s cheek roughly, pushing more boundaries. “You are mine,” he commented as though it was a fact, “And you’re a stupid whore for leaving. Did you think you could find a cock more pleasing than mine?” When Reed stuck his tongue out, Advik placed a hand around the back of his head and without warning, began to fuck the boy’s throat, nice and deep and without a break for air. “Now choke,” he grunted and began to hold Reed there without letting go.

Advik laughed at the pathetic, weak display before him and he grabbed Reed by the hair until he was in a kneeling position. He had the boy right where he wanted him, using his title and stating exactly what he wanted to hear. “There’s my good boy,” he said, giving an ounce of praise that he knew would go right to Reed’s head, making him think he was actually doing as Advik wanted. “Now unzip my pants,” he ordered, having the boy’s consent and knowing he’d do it all on his own at this point. “Beg me for my cock in your throat, choking you until I allow you to breathe.”

Annabelle was surprised with how turned on she was already, usually able to have more control over her desires. It had been a while since she’d last played and Reed was truly delectable and she wanted all of him, all at once. He was good and didn’t even lick her juices from his lips and she knew already he’d earned the chance to have his face ridden by her, but those things would come soon enough. Once he was undressed, she smirked, hearing how he wanted to be tortured. “Good little whore,” she praised him, guiding him towards the bed with her hands, walking behind him and pressing her pert breasts to his chest as she bent him over the bed to rest his head on the mattress. “Keep that ass out for me,” she grinned, “i have a specific way I want you dressed today.” She gave his ass a searing slap, enough to rock his whole body and remind him of his place for the day.

She walked to her dresser, pulling out her large cock, a thick plug, cock ring, and lubricant, and walked to the bed, placing them all within view for him. She started with the lubricant, using it over his hard length before moving the cock ring into place, locking his cock and balls, knowing it was tight but not enough to block off circulation, but he wouldn’t be able to cum until she allowed it. “That’s it, baby,” she cooed, “So pretty and locked up for my use. Now relax your ass so I can get this plug in place.” She opened the lubricant once more and without too much warning was sliding two fingers inside his perfect ass, slapping the cheeks at the same time with her free hand.

Annabelle took her time, teasing and prodding at his prostate as she stretched his ass enough to take the thick plug. She dropped her knees once he was ready, and kissed each cheek and pushed three fingers inside him, purposefully pushing against his prostate over and over again. Pulling them free, she immediately began to slide the plug inside, certain she wasn’t hurting him with the reactions his body was making. “That’s it, take all of it,” she said smoothly, pushing it hard and slapping the end once it was where she wanted, “Now turn around and sit at the edge of the bed. Feel how full you are and beg me for more.”

Reed moved easily, letting the woman direct him through the house. The praise immediately went to his head and made him feel a bit better about himself even if he was called a whore at the end of it. She pressed up against him and, strangely, Reed felt like he needed to press his ass back. He decided against it in the end and instead let her bend him over the bed. He let out a yell at the hard slap, his hips thrusting against nothing.

Annabelle’s hand wrapped around his cock and he let out a moan, his hips pumping in time with her thrusts until his moan turned into a whine as the cock ring fastened around him. He knew that it was going to happen eventually but he had only been with the woman for a short few minutes and he was already turned on belief which meant this really was going to be torture. He was so excited. He barely had time to register her words before the hand landed on his ass and two fingers pushed into him.

Advik knew he was being rough with Reed, the pathetic little toy he owned, despite the other trying to leave him. It was quite a sight to see him practically in tears over leaving the older man. But he’d known the moment that he’d met Reed, he’d own him completely, but he’d gotten on Reed’s good side first. He’d worked his way up to the possessive side he held, wanting to mess with the boy’s head and it had worked like a charm. “Tell me what I want to hear,” he said, kicking his side where he lay on the floor. It wasn’t a hard kick, but enough to get his attention. “Who do  you belong to, little boy?” he asked, “Who’s cock are you going to suck now?”

Annabelle could see already how Reed was affected by her and wondered how hard his tiny little prick was, but knew there was time to toy with that side of him later on. It was cute the way his tongue was poised and ready, like she’d allow him a taste now, but even more so with how he looked up to her, prepared to give her everything she desired. Once he gave his word, she stepped back and dropped her skirt back into place. She gave his hair a rough tug and dropped her hand away. “You look disappointed, darling,” she smirked down at him, “You didn’t think I was going to reward you already, did you? You haven’t earned such a thing.” She stepped backwards, leaning against the counter and leaned back on her elbows, knowing how her breasts appeared through the thing material.

“Tell me, my pathetic toy,” she smiled, her words holding the humiliation she enjoyed, but smooth and playful with him, “Tell me what you want first. Shall I play with that tiny prick you have or shall I torture you in other ways? Hm?” She loved it when she gave a submissive a choice, a rare thought, but always to see how they’d respond. “You have three seconds to choose before the torture begins.” She lifted an arm from the counter and touched her neck, trailing her body with her fingertips, over one of her hardened nipples and began to lift her skirt, knowing he’d watch her the entire time. She dipped her fingertip over her damp panties, letting it dampen with her juices. Moving slowly, she stepped towards the boy and drug her fingertips on his lips. “No licking,” she said lowly, “My toys only get to enjoy what I say they will enjoy. Now undress, let me see what’s mine today.”

Reed had to admit he had no idea what he was expecting but this was already exceeding his expectations. His cock was straining against his shorts. A part of him felt like he should be embarrassed to be so desperate and so eager to please a woman he had just met but he couldn’t help himself. The embarrassment and the humiliation only made his shorts grow tighter and his need to please all the more important. Anabelle looked gorgeous in her outfit and he couldn’t help but feel like he was pinned in place simply by her voice, as if his body and his mind knew that he was to obey and nothing else.

The last thing he expected her to do was ask what he wanted. His brain short circuited as he tried to figure out what the torture could be and also why his instant reaction was to choose it. He’d never wanted to try any of this, had been vanilla his entire life. Maybe a part of it was that he wanted to experience it all at once or maybe he just wanted to give himself up to fate and whatever happened here happened. Just as he went to respond, she started to move. He watched, with rapt attention, as her fingers travelled over her body, down her chest to below her skirt. Once more he was tempted to stick out his tongue as she reached her damp fingers towards him but he had learned from last time and instead kept his mouth shut, waiting for her to tell him directly what to do.

Annabelle outwardly was a very put together woman and she pride herself on her ability to be viewed that way. She worked for a large corporation as the local Social Worker, and she found a great amount of respect for her job and those she was able to help. But at home, she wanted different things, she wanted to have fun and humiliate pretty, little boys and have them as her own personal playthings. She was always clear about what she wanted from the boys, mostly so they were prepared when coming into the situation. She had clear boundaries and limits, always knowing a boy’s safeword from the beginning.

As soon stood in the kitchen near Reed, she smiled at the sight of him, so poised and put together, knowing how delectably she was going to pull him apart and put him back together again. She knew he understood what he was there for and now that it was all happening, she was already wound with the anticipation. She walked towards him, brushing her fingertip over his scalp and grasped his hair, tugging his head back as she’d done before. He’d made wonderful sounds and she wanted him to beg for more, but didn’t expect anything so soon. They were just getting started. With her free hand, she slowly lifted her skirt, revealing her petite black thong, already littered with her arousal. She moved in, brushing her clothed sex against his lips as a tease.

“No licking,” she said smoothly, “Tell me your safeword and we can begin.” She kept herself poised just above his mouth, wanting him to have his mouth watering for a taste of her.

Reed made himself comfortable in the kitchen, his eyes going up to watch Annabelle as she moved towards him. His body was singing with anticipation, ready for her to use him in the ways that she had described to him. No one had every spoken to him the way she had or had so easily taken control of him. He never thought he would be someone who knelt outside a door and crawled around on his hands and knees but right now he felt at home, as if this was where he was meant to be.

The fingers tugged at his hair again and dragged a needy little whimper from his lips as he tilted his head back, looking up at her now that she was standing over him. He didn’t say anything, waiting for an order or a command, some sign that would either allow him to speak or tell him what to do. His eyes slipped down and watched as she lifted her skirt, gulping quietly as he fidgeted, his tongue poking out to look his lips before she moved forwards.

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The sun had set outside the library windows and the words on Reed’s screen had all slowly started to blur into one. He had started the day with good intentions, focused completely on getting this assignment finished but he was easily distracted and had ended up playing a few rounds of Valorant much to the displeasure of the people around him that had heard him swearing under his breath. With a glance to the time he noted that it had gone 8pm and that the only people still in the library would be those that worked through the night on the off chance that people came in. There was no one else on his floor which meant he had no excuse to not finish the assignment, there were no distractions now. Or so he thought. Reed caught the seat beside him moving in his peripheral vision, his head turning whilst his hands pulled his headphones down. “Oh hey, didn’t expect anyone else to be here so late,” he told him with a soft smile.