Sweetheart

“you already are, baby.” not changing the setting. watching you squirm.

hands tied behind your back. sitting between my legs. vibrator humming low and steady in your boxers while you try so hard to be patient. try so hard to hold still.

just watching you.

the way your jaw tightens when you’re trying not to beg. the way your hips shift just slightly. barely. like you’re hoping i won’t notice.

turning it up one setting.

watching your breath catch. watching your hips stutter forward and then stop. you catching yourself. hands flexing behind your back.

“mommy—”

“shh.” reaching down. fingers threading through your hair. feeling you lean into it immediately. desperate for any contact at all. “you’re okay. you’re doing so well.”

you whimpering at that. hands flexing again behind your back. not pulling. just needing somewhere to put it.

turning it up again.

watching you squirm. watching you fight to stay still. your whole body working against you.

“please—” barely holding it together. “please mommy. please i need— i need—”

“what do you need, puppy?”

“please let me taste you. please. please i’ll be so good i just want to make you feel good please mommy—”

tilting my head. looking at you. letting you wait.

turning it down.

you making a broken sound. hips rolling forward against nothing. “please. please no— mommy please i was being so good—”

“you were.” stroking your hair. “you’re being so perfect.”

“then please—”

“not yet.”

you dropping your head. breathing hard. hands flexing and releasing behind your back over and over. trying to hold yourself together.

sitting with you like that. watching you come back down slightly. fingers still moving slow and steady through your hair.

then turning it back up. higher than before.

watching your whole body react. hips bucking forward. your whimpers growing needier.

“mommy— mommy please— i’m so close please i can’t— please let me taste you please i need something please—”

“you need something?”

“please...” eyes wet. hips still shifting. “please. please i’ll make you feel so good. please just let me. please mommy.”

watching you beg.

“yeah?” tilting your chin up. looking at you properly. eyes already glassy. already so far gone and i’ve barely touched you. “you want that.. that badly?”

nodding frantically. “please. please yes. please let me.”

holding your gaze. letting you wait just a little longer.

turning it down low again first. watching you whimper at the loss.

“please—”

“if i let you.” leaning down close. “you’re going to be good. you’re going to focus on me. not on how close you are. not on the vibrator. just on making me feel good. can you do that?”

nodding immediately. desperately. “yes. yes i promise. please.”

“good boy.”

watching you move the second you have permission. so eager. so grateful. guiding you gently. hands finding your hair as you settle.

turning the vibrator back up.

feeling you moan against me. the vibration of it going straight through you. hands flexing behind your back. hips trying to rock and nowhere to go. making yourself focus anyway. trying so hard to take care of me while you’re falling apart.

“so good.” fingers stroking through your hair. “you’re doing so good for me.”

you working harder at the praise. needing it. needing to hear you’re doing well.

turning it up again.

feeling you whimper. hips bucking. losing your rhythm for just a second before finding it again. so desperate. so close. still not stopping. still focused on me.

“mommy—” muffled. broken. “mommy i’m so close please—”

“i know baby.” stroking your hair. “i know. you’re going to make me feel good first. just a little longer. you can do that for me.”

you nodding against me. working yourself back into rhythm. both of us getting closer now. you shaking with the effort of holding back.

feeling it build. hands tightening in your hair.

“good boy. just like that. don’t stop.”

you moaning. hips rolling helplessly against the vibration. so close you’re crying a little. still not stopping. still giving me everything you have.

finishing with my hands in your hair and your name on my lips.

you following almost immediately after. a breathy moan. hips stuttering. soaking through your boxers completely. shaking. “mommy— mommy—” over and over until you’ve got nothing left.

hips finally stilling.

whole body going soft.

reaching down immediately. untying your hands slowly. carefully. bringing them around to your front. rubbing your wrists. your palms.

“c’mere, baby.”

you turning and collapsing into me without a word. face finding my neck. hands gripping my shirt loosely. breathing hard and unsteady.

wrapping both arms around you. one hand on your back. one in your hair.

“so good.” pressing a kiss to your hair. your temple. “such a good boy. i’m so proud of you, puppy.”

you making a small sound against my neck. still not quite back yet.

“i’ve got you.” rubbing slow circles on your back. “breathe for me. i’m right here.”

sitting like that until your breathing evens out. until the grip on my shirt loosens into something softer. until you come back slowly.

you pulling back just enough to look at me. eyes still glassy. cheeks warm. a little shy suddenly.

cupping your face. thumbs stroking your cheeks.

“hi.”

“hi.” barely audible. hiding your face again immediately.

pressing a kiss to your hair. pulling you back in.

“my good boy.” meaning every word. “my perfect puppy. you did so well for me.”

you going completely soft in my arms. finally settled. finally still.

holding you there. rubbing your back. your shoulders. pressing kisses to your hair until your breathing is slow and even and you’re almost asleep.

“you can rest, baby.”

you nodding against me. grip on my shirt tightening just slightly.

keeping you close. keeping you warm.

the thought of him willingly taking it, no ropes, no restraints, obviously able to physically overpower me if he wanted to get away,

but enduring whatever it may be, overstim, biting, spanking, toys that are a bit too big for his ass, slapping,

gripping the sheets but keeping his hands to himself, whining, begging, squirming, flinching, but letting it happen

not because I can overpower him, not because he's afraid of me, not because he's got no choice, but simply to please me, that really excites me.

Maybe he's squirming while I'm teasing or overstimulating his tip, trying to close his legs but letting them fall open when my hand reaches his inner thigh

a gentle grip on his balls so he can't squirm away too much, instinctively reaching his hand to make it stop but hesitating once he remembers and letting his hand fall. Whining and rubbing my thigh like he's trying to remind me to be gentle, but doesn't prevent anything from happening to his body.

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