NBDanotherslutty sub

“Relax, sweet boy, you can do it. I know you can get there, shhh…” Mommy’s voice is low and coaxing as she speaks with her lips pressed directly behind his ear. The warmth of her breath makes him shudder as he struggles to respond.

“Y-yes-yesss, Miss,” he gets the words out on a moan and fights his hips impulse to arch and press himself against her fingers inside him.

Mommy is draped half over his back as he lies face down on the bed. His arms are cuffed in the small of his back and his fingers dig into the material of the cuffs as though they’re the only thing keeping him still. They might be, as Mommy works her fingers inside him, slowly, so slowly she brushes over that spot that makes him see stars. He feels flushed and open for her, his cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment as he continues the low whimpers and gasps he can’t choke back.

Mommy keeps talking to him, which makes it better and worse all at once. “You’re a good boy, right, baby? You know good boys come like this, not from their cocks. You want to be good for Mommy, hmmm?” She continues to work her fingers rhythmically in and out of his body as he trembles. He can feel sweat building in a sheen on his skin as he tries desperately to let go, to be overcome by her, for her will to bring him there.

“So good for me, you look so good, sweet boy. Writhing on my fingers, desperate for Mommy to be inside you. Let Mommy take care of you.”

It flashes behind his eyes, the picture they make together. The pictures of this that she’ll show him later. Mommy half covering him, pressing him down into the bed. He knows his ass will be on full display, framed by the flipped up pleated skirt and panties pulled low to the crease of his bottom. He knows his cock will be fully visible, dripping onto the sheet below him, trapped beneath him but free of the lace panties to be on display. He will look slender and delicate against her strength, the muscles that flex in her forearm as she continues to work his body.

Hurts not to lean into your palm caressing their cheek, hurts not to suck on the finger tracing theirs. Hurts so so much not to rut against the thigh you press between their legs. 

Pretty little darlings, aren’t they? With their flushed red cheeks and bitten red lips. So pretty just for you to kiss and tease and taunt and fuck senseless at your own leisure and pleasure. 

Bet you wanna cum huh sweetheart? Oh I know darling, you want to, don’t you. Wanna climb into my lap and grind against me? Want me to go down on you? You’re so cute baby, you know that’s not gonna happen, I like your sex high face too much. Mhmm, those nice red lips and flushed dark cheeks and those pretty, pretty dazed eyes.