#emmanuelle

"What an intriguing device this is... I wonder what it can be used for?"

'Sir John' raised a brow, crossing his legs as he sat on a sofa, twisting a clicker in his hand, observing how it fit in his palm. It was quite small compared to his hand, and his thumb fit just right against the button. He was teasing, of course; he knew what to do with it, but it was fun to mess around with you. After all, he did find it in one of your drawers.

"Actually, I think I have a hunch. I've seen this used before, but I didn't think it could be used on humans. How entertaining. I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with this. Let's see if you can be a good girl for me and get down on your knees."

He laughed, and you rolled your eyes, reluctant, but for the sake of entertaining him, knelt in front of him. 'Sir John' smirked, his hand coming to your cheek, fingers cradling it. Then with his other hand, he clicked the device.

"Oh, good job, my dear. Here, have a treat." He praised, kissing her. "Let's try that again. Shall we? Crawl over."

'Sir John' instructed, standing up from the couch and taking a few steps away, creating a little distance, enough to test you. Rebellious at first, but spun forward by the desire to please him and get another kiss, you dragged yourself closer on your knees, eyes up on him.

"Are you happy now?"

He clicked the device, grinning in satisfaction. "Oh, what a good girl you are. I should reward you, shouldn't I? Mhm, I'll see it done." And he leaned in, placing another kiss, this time on your temple.

You wanted to scoff and get up, but before you could, 'Sir John' spoke again.

"You're doing so well. I'm so proud of you. How about this time you put your hands on my belt? Think you could do that, my dear?"  

"Smug ass."

"I can't reward that, love." He remarked, tapping his foot rhythmically on the floor, pointing at the spot in front of him. "Come here, my dear, and work on my belt."

You squinted up at him, but didn't find it in your heart to refuse him, so your hands clung to his belt, and he watched, hands behind his back, clicker clutched in one. "That's it. I love it when you act like this. You're such a good girl. You deserve so many rewards. Here..."

And once again, he leaned down and kissed you. A soft touch of his lips on yours. Sweet enough to cause a soft whimper from your lips, but short-lived enough to turn that whimper into a whine. "Do you think you're a smart girl and can do another? Because I think you are, yeah? Let's go for another one. How about you unbuckle my belt this time?"

You thought less about it this time, and your hands worked on him, in hopes that the next reward would come swifter. He figured that was the case and looked down at you as you fumbled with it, until it came undone. When it did, he clicked his toy again. "That's a good girl. It feels like you've been trained to do this all your life."

You reached up for the kiss, but he pushed you down by the shoulder. "Hey. Not so fast. I reward you when I think you've done enough." He scolded, causing you to pout. "I need you to touch it through the boxers. And then you'll get your reward."

At his instruction, you nodded and pressed your palm against him, fingers tracing the contours of his size. 'Sir John' closed his eyes for a moment, strengthening his resolve and clenching his fist around the toy to control himself.

Then he clicked it.

You glanced up at him excitedly, and he at last rewarded you with a kiss. Eager to get more of this, you tried to cling to his boxers and pull them off when he pulled away from the kiss, but he frowned and stepped back.

"I didn't give you an order yet. You need to respect that. Only act when I tell you to."

"But I just-"

"I can only reward good behaviour."

You pouted again, and he pointed at the ground next to him. Familiar with this command by now, you stepped in front of him again and heard the click, confirming you behaved again.

"You still have something to learn, my dear. And that something is patience. I know, you're so eager to be a good girl for me, but you need to hold back sometimes, okay? Let's go for another now."

'Sir John' pointed to his boxers and you, recalling his command from before, pressed your palm against his bulge, earning a grunt from him and the click. But like the last click, you didn't get a reward, so you shifted impatiently, eager to keep pleasing him, waiting for your turn to be praised.

He noticed and pinched the band of his boxers, pulling them a little lower, enough that his tip was poking out of them. You glanced at it, then up at him, then down at it again, waiting to hear what 'Sir John' wanted you to do about it.

"Oh, I know, I know, my boxers are in the way, but it doesn't matter now. Does it? You can still taste it even if just the tip is out. Come on, kiss it."

The practice achieved its goal because as soon as you heard the command, you leaned in and kissed his tip, eyes up on him, all the more eager. This time, as he clicked the device, he rewarded you too. He reached down with one hand, the other still behind his back with the clicker, and grabbed your chin, guiding it up as he leaned in and kissed you. It was a longer, needier kiss that edged on making out. Yet right as you were about to press into it, to lose yourself in it, he drew back again.

"Oh, each time I'm amazed by how well you behave. You are so good. Let's take those boxers off now. You're so eager to please me."

You reached down in a rush, tugging down his trousers and boxers alongside them, yet right as you were about to lean in and overdo it by kissing his cock, you remembered the scolding and stopped yourself. 'Sir John' noticed and clicked proudly.

"That's right, darling. Not yet. I didn't tell you what to do. Don't jump to action without my order. You learned. Good girls hold back when I say so, yeah?"

You nodded quickly, swallowing the knot in your throat as you waited, like an eager puppy for another order. 'Sir John' gazed down, first at your compliant eyes, then at his hardening erection, and then a quiet laugh left his lips.

"We'll have a lot of fun with this thing tonight."

Click.

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