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“You’ll see,” you answered cryptically, smiling a little as you finished tying him up and slipped away to the bathroom to change into the new outfit he’d bought you.  Honestly you weren’t even sure how to put it on, considering there were buckles and straps everywhere that you could hardly keep track of.  The corset made your breath catch, literally, but you admired yourself in the mirror as you took in the sight of you looking... not quite like a dominatrix, but certainly like a woman ready to bring a big strong man like Lee to his knees just for a chance to taste you.  

Fortunately for him, you weren’t going to torture him that much; you were way too worked up for that.

You opened the bathroom door dramatically, grinning when his jaw dropped at the sight of you.  “How do I look?” you asked innocently.

“Even better than I imagined,” he purred.  “Fuck, baby, it’s killin’ me that I can’t touch you right now.”

You smiled when you saw his restrained hands tightening into fists as you brought out the riding crop, lightly smacking it against your palm to test the pressure.  “Is that all you wanna do, touch me?”

“So much more,” he sighed.  “Wanna taste you, taste that sweet little cunt.”

“Oh, Sheriff, nothing about me is sweet,” you chuckled, circling the bed and watching his gaze follow you.  You loved when he got all doe-eyed for you like this.  

Gently, you let the riding crop brush over his thigh before you pulled it back and swatting him lightly, making him wince.  

“Not too hard, is it?” you asked nervously, letting the facade of an experienced dom slip.  But he didn’t mind it, if anything he got off on the way he had to teach you out of your innocence, show you how to take control and do what he liked.

“It’s perfect, baby, hit me again,” he pleaded softly.  And you did, one on each thigh with an extra sudden one for good measure, biting on your lip as you watched the way his face contorted in both pleasure and pain.  Best of all was the way his cock jumped and flexed, so hard and red and leaking from the tip.

“I bet your cock is aching now, isn’t it?  Does it hurt, Sheriff?” you asked with a condescending type of sympathy.

“Yes,” he hissed through his teeth.  “Please touch it.”

You answered his wish in the way you knew he wanted least, gently brushing the end of the crop over his shaft.  

“N-no, please, don’t hit me there,” he whimpered.

“God, I’m not that cruel,” you giggled, “but I like how you look when you’re a little scared.”  You moved the crop up over his round stomach and hard chest before brushing it over his face, turning him by his jaw to look at you.  “Such a pretty boy, too bad you’re such a pervert.”

You smacked him again with the crop, this time on the cheek, and he moaned a little.

“See?  You like it.  You like being hit.  What’s wrong with you?”

“Sorry,” he stumbled over his words, “I’m sorry, baby, can’t help it.”

“Aw, that’s alright,” you smiled softly, setting the crop down, “I know you can’t help it.  Just try to be a good boy for me, okay?”

“Of course,” he nodded desperately, “I’m always your good boy.”

“Mm, I don’t know about that,” you smirked.  “I seem to remember an incident last week where somebody came before he was given permission.”

“Forgive me, please,” he whimpered, “you know I can’t hold back when you ride me like that, you just feel too good...”

“I’m gonna do better than forgive you, Sheriff-- I’m gonna give you a chance to redeem yourself.”

You straddled him suddenly, pulling your panties aside to rub his swollen head through your folds, which were already plenty wet from watching him struggle against the restraints.  When you began to sink down, though, you stopped once his head was just barely inside you, grinning as you started to rock your hips.

“Please,” he groaned, “m-more, please, need to feel all’a you.”

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“You know I’ll do anything, please baby, please just gimme a little more, m’gonna be your good boy, promise...”

He gasped when you sank lower, not quite going all the way yet but letting him savor the little mercies you gave him.  You kissed him slow and deep as you rode him, careful to only go about halfway down on his cock before pulling back up, secretly wishing you could take more but knowing it would be better to make him wait.

“Your cock feels so good,” you moaned against his lips, “even if it’s just part of it, you always make me feel so good, Lee.”

You smiled when he whined at your words, pushed deeper into his desperation by the compliment and the way you said his name.  

“Gimme more, please baby, don’t you want it all in you?” he bargained, whining again when you shook your head.

“Not yet, Sheriff, I think I could come just from this,” you winked.  “Wanna feel me come around you, want me to soak this pretty cock of yours?”

You saw the desire to say ‘no’ flash in his eyes-- not because he didn’t want you to come, but because he didn’t want you to come like this when he couldn’t fully relish the way your walls pulsed and fluttered.  But it was overpowered by the way he was addicted to you using his body, taking your pleasure while ignorant to his own.  It drove him wild, so much so that you felt him trying to buck up into you as he squirmed and pulled at the straps that bound him.

“Yes, please come,” he begged, baring his teeth at the sight of you falling into your pleasure, throwing your head back and moaning his name again as you reached your peak.

Just as the final wave of your orgasm washed over you, you sank down all the way and took his cock as deep in you as it could go.

“Fuck!” he yelped.  

“What do you say?” you prompted coyly.

“Thank you,” he answered quickly, “thank you-- fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

You changed the motion of your hips a bit, grinding your clit down on him each time you moved up and down on his cock.

“Lemme see those tits,” he requested, his voice a little rougher than before, “please.”

“Don’t like the corset after all, hm?”

“No, no I like it very much,” he corrected, “just need to see those pretty tits bouncin’ when you ride me, please.”

“Okay, pretty boy,” you offered hesitantly, reaching behind you to undo the snaps, “but you’d better not come before I say you can... you know how you get.”

“I know,” he relented, “I’m gonna be good this time, I swear.”

You unclasped the corset and tossed it aside, watching him bite his lip as your breasts were exposed.  “Wanna taste ‘em?” 

“You know I do,” he grinned, and you sat up a bit and leaned forward to let his lips reach to latch onto one of your hardened nipples.  You moaned as his tongue swirled over the sensitive bud, making your walls tighten around him occasionally.  “You like how I suck on you, baby?” he asked pridefully as he let one nipple fall from his lips while he kissed his way over to the other.  “I can feel how much you like it.”

“Feels so good,” you praised between moans.  “You’re gonna make me come again, Lee...”

“Fuck,” he hissed when you pulled away, riding him faster as you clung to his shoulders to keep your balance.  “I-I’m close.”

“You know you can’t come yet,” you reminded him breathlessly.

“Let me come with you, please...” he begged, but you weren’t even sure he was gonna last that long with the way his nails were digging into his palms.  

“I don’t know,” you chewed your lip as you pondered, “if I do let you come you’d better promise to be on your best behavior all week.”

“I’ll do anything,” he assured desperately, “won’t talk back, won’t touch myself, I’ll make you come however you want, just please let me come now, I-I can’t hold back anymore.”

“Fuck, I’m close, Sheriff, I’m so close and I want you to fill me up,” you groaned.  “I love being full of your come...”

“Pleasepleaseplease,” he sobbed, “m’gonna come, fuck, fuck!”

“Come for me,” you whimpered as you hit your peak, this orgasm briefer yet sharper than the last, accentuated by the feeling of his come filling you in hot spurts.  You smiled down at him as you both caught your breath, loving the way he looked with those blue eyes blown wide, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and chest, his whole torso rising and falling with each long breath.

You leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss before starting to untie him.

“Gotta let you out so you can clean up this mess you made inside me,” you explained.  “You’re gonna be my good boy and eat your come out of my pussy, aren’t you?”