#kitten!michael

The desperation in Michael’s voice turned you on. It came from frustration, months of denial, and his own desire to have he orgasm that he thought might break him. You smoothed the last line of white cream into Michael’s shaft, smiling before leaning back on the bed.

“Oh no. Did I numb you before you got to cum? Sorry.”

It was cruel, sure. But Michael requested the challenge himself, if only to earn the privilege to eat you out instead of ruining his own orgasm. You pulsed as you watched him try to touch himself for the first time in a long time, groaning at the smallest touch. You numbed him everywhere but the very top of his tip, leaving him with an insurance policy of getting some stimulation from the game you were about to play.

“Now. You have 3 minutes. No more, no less. You can use whatever you want, just make sure you cum, kitten. Otherwise, you’ll be my toy for as long as I say. And you know how thick I like your cock when I play with you.”

Michael groaned, watching the timer start with agony. He started to stroke himself, crying out in frustration when he felt very little. He figured out that his tip was sensitive sooner than you thought he would, rubbing himself into the comforter as he tried to turn on a vibrator with one hand.

He dropped the toy when he hit a stride, ramming his hips into the mattress, holding the edge of the bed with a tense grip. You watched his bare backside angle in the air, the pink collar around his neck slightly misaligned.

His hands were balled up by his sides when the timer went off. He tried to fuck the bed a few seconds after until your hand tapped his cheeks, guiding him to get on his knees. He was flushed, his eyes wide as he angled his head towards you.

“I couldn’t do it.”

Michael exhaled, letting his teeth come down on his bottom lip.