#domminant

“Do…do I have to come out now?”

“Yep, you should’ve thought about it before you stole my panties.”

You say mockingly, as you laid back in your shared bed and waited for him to come out of the bathroom. And after a moment, you hear the creak of the old wooden door, and out steps Satoru, now in your purple, lacy panties.

You couldn’t even look up at you, the shame was written all over his red face, but that was the best part.

“Turn around.”

You command, kind of sweetly, but with that mocking tone. And of course, he does. His cute butt being showed off in those lacy panties, how the lace disappeared between his plump cheeks, you had to admire it for a moment. He just stood there, humiliated and mortified with himself, but even he couldn’t deny it in his mind that he was enjoying this,

“Turn back around for me.” You mutter.

Staring at his body, up and down and up and down, as he turns back around. His cock pressing against the front of the panties, just begging for release, but he didn’t bother to try. “Will you ask next time?” You say, looking up at him with a raised brow. He stares down at the ground, before glancing up at you and nodding. “Use your words.” You coo at him, once again, in a mocking tone.

“Y…yes ma’am.” He finally sputters out, choking back tears. You hated seeing your baby cry.

You smile softly. “Ok…take out your cock for me.”

He immediately pulled the panties down, just enough to free his aching cock though, taking it in his hand and holding it up for you to see, mocking it like a prize, because of course it was. “Are you sorry?” You get an immediate response from him, a desperate nod followed by a pitiful “yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes ma’am.” He said more eagerly this time.

“Good boy…go ahead then.”

He instantly obeys, slowly starting to stroke his cock right in front of you, his wrist twisting as he fists up and down his huge shaft. He head falling back as he mechanically fucks his fist right in front of your face as you sat back and watched, very happily.

“Just like that…so good.”

His breathing gets heavier, along with the strokes of his hand getting faster, his balls still laying heavy in the panties, and he can’t help but rut up into the air, imagining it was your pussy or your throat. Small whimper leaving his mouth as he rubs that soft spot right under his tip with the underside of his pointer finger.

“M’so…so close.” He whines, his eyelids squeezing shut as he tried his hardest to hold it. “May I? Please?!” He pleads, finally looking down at you with those big, blue eyes, his eyebrows furrowed and his bottom lip jutting out. You pretend to think for a moment, tapping your finger to your chin in contemplation, before finally giving your response. “Hmm…ok, fine.”

And he just couldn’t hold it after getting your permission.