#sub!austin

It had been a long and gruelling day for you and it was only 5:30 in the evening. As a producer at Warner Bros., you spent the majority of your days in meetings with old men (they preferred the term ‘investors’ apparently) who thought you were nothing more than a pretty face although you had proven them wrong repeatedly by putting out blockbuster after blockbuster. You were a businesswoman, one at the top of her fucking game.

Today, you had spent the last two hours in a conference room trying to work through details for an upcoming Elvis biopic. The project had been approved by the higher ups and you were given free reign for the creative as well as business decisions for the film. But the ‘investors’ were under a misguided impression that they had a say in any of these decisions. The only thing they had agreed on so far was the involvement of Baz Luhrmann as the director. Other than that, all your ideas for the script, cast, crew, promo structure etc. were met with push back and bogus objections.

Your patience and sanity were hanging by a thread so naturally you lost it when your secretary decided to barge in and let you know that you were getting late for a social appointment, “Goddamn it, Jack! How many times have I told you not to disturb me during a meeting unless someone was fucking dying. Get out of my sight before I throw something at you.”

Okay so you had a temper, but you had earned it. You had worked your ass of since you were 19 to reach where you were. It paid off too, you were Warner Bros.’ youngest producer at only 26. Anyway, as Jack scurried out of the room you decided to remind the ‘investors’ who was really in charge.

You put your hands on the conference table to lean forward and say very quietly, “Now, I want to make sure everyone understands this - I don’t give a rat’s ass about who you are or how you reached this table but I know my job better than anyone else in this industry. I make the decisions here, not you. Everything I tell you from here on out about this project is just me being courteous and it is most definitely not up for two hour long discussions. Is that fucking clear?”

You stared them down as some of them slowly gulped and others nodded their heads. You straightened up and walked out of the room, oozing with confidence. When you got closer to your office, you caught site of Jack sniffling and dabbing his eyes. You rolled your eyes at the unprofessional display of sensitivity. I mean you weren’t even that mean.

“Make sure the car is ready to leave in 20 and for God’s sake clean yourself up.”

Being one of the most influential people at Warner Bros. came with a few advantages. Such as having a stretch limo at your disposal, an en suite bathroom in your office and also a personal stylist made available to you for social events like the one you were currently headed to. Your stylist, Marie, was more like you in the sense that she was one of the few capable people around who knew their job and stuck to it. This helped create a bond between the two of you, despite an age gap of almost a decade. Tonight, she chose to put you in a dress that made you feel so confident that you remember thinking to yourself, “Woah, I’d fuck me.”

Today’s social event was less of an ‘event’ and more of a party being hosted by your dear friend, Brad Pitt. He was currently in the pre-production phase of the new Quentin Tarantino film, a role he got after he asked you to call up Quentin and make a recommendation. It was just simple business.

When you finally reached his house and rung the bell, the door swung open to a slightly wobbly Brad, “Y/NNNNN! So glad you could make it. Come on in, I’ve got some people who’ve been dying to meet ya.” So, he took you around the room and introduced you as ‘the big shot producer.’ You watched people’s expression change from disinterest to admiration. 

It was common for people to change their behaviour around you in the hopes that you would take notice and cast them in one of your films. Unfortunately, it didn’t work that way but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the special treatment. It made you feel powerful and in control.

“You’re an awful host, Pitt. I’ve been here for like 20 minutes now and you haven’t even offered me a drink, yet. I am seriously not in the mood for anymore work talk for the rest of the night. It’s been a long day as it is.”

“Oh shit, sorry, my bad. But you just gotta meet one last person then you can get as wasted as you want. Y/N this kid’s work ethic is fucking insane and he has so much raw talent. He got me kinda jealous for a minute but I couldn’t even bring myself to hate him. He’s gonna be working on the new Quentin Tarantino.” His eyes scanned the room for only a second before raising his hand and yelling, “Yo Butler! Austin! Come here a second.”

You watched the head of jet black hair perk up and turn around. The closer he came, the more you realised that you had never seen a man as beautiful as him. He belonged in a fucking art museum. But, you had a reputation to maintain, so instead of blushing when you made eye contact with his electric blue eyes, you stood up with you head high. You made sure your dress was fanned out to show the thigh high slit and arched your back just a little to do your boobs a favour.

“Mr. Pitt,” he gave Brad a firm handshake, “Fantastic party, sir.”

In that moment, you were sure you had experienced your first ever eargasm.

“How many times do I gotta tell ya to just call me ‘Brad.’ Anyway, it’s alright you’ll get it right someday.” You watched the brunette’s eyes sparkle like a fucking Disney prince when he smiled at Brad’s comment. “I’d like to introduce you to Y/N L/N. She’s the producer at Warner and I believe she’s had a long day so get her a drink, kid.”

You had extended your hand for a handshake but he tenderly brought your hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles - all gentlemen like, “Austin Butler. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” Something absolutely feral stirred in you at the title he had used.

You were quick to pull your hand back and say, “Well, aren’t you sweet?”

His cheeks flushed with the most enchanting blush you had ever seen. Your mind immediately thought about how that pretty pink colour would probably extend to his chest as you ride hi-

“What would you like to drink?” You could have imagined it, but you thought you saw his eyes flick down to your wine coloured lips for a brief moment. Once you told him what you wanted, he walked away from you to get it and you found yourself ogling his ass in those dress pants. As he walked back to you with the drinks in his hand, you could feel his eyes drinking you in from head to toe and this time you knew you hadn’t imagined it.

After a few minutes of small talk and drinking you could finally feel the stress of the day catching up with you and the knots in you shoulder screamed for a cigarette. “I’m just going to step out for a quick smoke,” you announced.

“Let me get you another drink and I’ll join you...i-if that’s okay I mean?” he fumbled over his words. You nodded your head to indicate that it was, in fact, okay.

You slipped out into the empty balcony and opened your clutch finding your cigarette pack. You took one out and put it between your lips and started looking for a lighter but you couldn’t see it. For fuck’s sake, you were going to strangle Jack, he was responsible for prepping your clutch.

Just when you were about to give up, you heard a click and looked up. Austin stood in front of you with his lighter flared up and said in his velvety low voice, “Allow me, ma’am.” So you took a step closer to him, perhaps closer than you need to be, and leaned in cupping the flame with your hand as you stayed still for a second to let the tip of the cigarette catch the flame. Then, you took a long drag and tilted your head up so that you would exhale the smoke right at him.

You heard his breath get caught in his chest. You smirked to yourself and it was only when you walked away that he exhaled. You leaned over the railing with your drink and cigarette in hand as Austin lit up his own cigarette. He walked over and leaned next to you. Close enough that both of your upper arms were touching. 

You took another drag and asked, “So, tell me Austin, why is it that I have never heard of you before?”

He was taken aback for a second, then chuckled and explained his entire career trajectory - right from his humble Disney beginnings to the latest Tarantino role. You noticed that the calibur of his roles had only increased with time but he hadn’t quite gotten to the big break. Maybe it was about time for that, you thought to yourself.

“I just feel like I’m stuck you know? Of course, I’m very grateful for everything I’ve been able to do so far but it just hasn’t been what I want it to be. It seems like such a waste but somewhere, deep down, I know that given the opportunity, I can be great.” Although he wasn’t looking at you, there was a dangerous gleam evident in his eyes. Almost like a hunger. But, it only lasted a second before he cracked a charming smile and changed the topic, returning to his formal tone, “Anyway, forget about it. I know you don’t want to talk about work tonight, ma’am.”

“You know, I think you’re older than me. You shouldn’t be calling me that,”

“Really? How old are you?”

“26″

He let out a low whistle, “Wow, you must be one of the youngest producers around.”

“The youngest ever at Warner.”

“And that’s why I will continue to call you that. It ain’t about the age. You’ve earned the respect...ma’am.”

He was still looking at the view rather than at you and something in you fluttered at his acknowledgement of your hard work. You started looking at his side profile attentively. The strong jaw, the high cheek bones, the pouty pink lips. He was star material, in fact, you were surprised that he hadn’t been picked up yet.

Suddenly, in your mildly inebriated state a thought crossed your mind and before you could stop yourself you were dragging your perfectly manicured finger across his cheek to turn his head to you, “You’re right, Austin. You can be great. I’m going to make you greater than you could ever dream. But only if you and I could come to an agreement.”

“Wh-what kind of agreement, ma’am?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it so you decided to just show him instead. You leaned up and give him a chaste lingering kiss. You felt him pull back so he could look into your eyes. Confident as ever, you held his gaze and could see the gears turning behind those dazzling blues that shone despite the low lighting of the party.

A beat later, he had moved so that your body was trapped between his and the balcony railing. One of his, rather large, hands was on your hip and the other was on your cheek pulling your lips to his.

This kiss was different. It was desperate and hungry, almost like he was trying to show you his ambition through the kiss. But it wasn’t messy, it was slow, deep, calculated. The hand on your hip had travelled down to give your ass a harsh squeeze. A little yelp parted your lips and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in and massage yours with it.

It looked like you were losing a dominance battle and you felt the need to take back some control. You moved one of your hands to give his hair a sharp tug. He let out a sinful moan against your lips and you felt him roll his hips against you. You pulled again, this time to break the kiss. You were both panting like dogs and you said, “We’re leaving.” He nodded enthusiastically.

Soon enough you guys were in the back of your stretch limo. You told the driver to take you home and put the partition between him and you up. Immediately, Austin’s hands were on you and they were everywhere. The long and deep kisses had turned into quick pecks on your lips, cheek, jaw and neck till he found the spot that made you dig your nails into his thigh. He sucked on that spot hard enough to make you mewl. You carded your hand through his hair and heard him suck in a breath.

“You like when I play with your hair, baby?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You made sure to keep that in mind for later at night. You dragged your hand from his thigh to the bulge in his pants. You just ran your fingertips over it and felt the car lurch to a stop. You were both out of the car in a flash. 

The elevator ride to your penthouse was spent making out like you were a bunch of horny teenagers. Once you were finally in your house, both of you kicked off your shoes and he looked like he was ready to attack you again. But before he could you put a hand on his chest.

“Woah boy, slow down there. We have all night. Take off your jacket and go sit on that couch. Oh, and don’t touch yourself till I’m back.”

He nodded and fast walked to the couch. Meanwhile, you sauntered over to your room and took off your dress, adjusting your lingerie underneath, silently thanking Marie for making you wear Victoria’s Secret tonight. 

You opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a few things to take with you to the living room.

You found him sitting in his all black glory, a wonderful contrast against your white couch, his legs spread, arms splayed against the back of the couch and his face was turned up to the ceiling with his eyes closed. He heard the clicking of your heels and opened his eyes.

He whispered, “Fuck,” and brought one of his hands up to tug his lower lip between his thumb and index finger. He took in the swell of your breasts and ass, feeling desperate to take the curves in his hands but, at the same time, he felt like he couldn’t move without your permission. He noticed a few things that you brought from the room kept on the coffee table.

“Did you touch yourself, baby?”

“No ma’am”

“Good boy”

Austin felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had always been the dominant one during sex with past partners. This time he felt completely at your mercy and he was loving every second of it.

You straddled his hips and kissed him, hard. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting it, tugging at it so that when you let it go it made a ‘pop’ sound. You smiled to yourself when you saw the little bit of blood where you had bit his lip. You kissed him again, making sure to lick up the blood, and you felt him buck his hips up over and over again. He let out a couple of heavenly whines to let you know how bad he wanted you.

“Pleaaaase,” he whined.

“Please what baby?”

“Please need more ma’am,” bucking his hips again.

“Aw come on you can beg better than that.”

“Please please please. Need to be in you so bad, ma’am. Want you to own me, please ma’am.”

“Oh, I own you alright,” you ripped his shirt open and heard the clatter of buttons flying everywhere.

You were very slowly, almost negligibly, moving your hips in circles against him. You put your mouth next to his ear, licked the shell and said, “Now, you gotta tell me if at any point, any point at all, you want me to stop. Just the word and we’ll stop. Do you understand, baby boy?” He nodded again.

You sat back to look at his face, “No baby, I need to hear you say it.”

Your index finger ran from his bottom lip, down his chin and your nail lightly scratched his Adam’s apple. As soon as you did that, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, indicating that he swallowed harshly, “Yes ma’am, I understand.”

“Such a good boy. Put your arms behind your back.”

You pick up the silver metal handcuffs you had brought from the room and cuffed his wrists together. Then you picked up the black satin scarf from the same place, carefully folding it and tying it around his eyes as a blindfold. You felt his breathing pick up. You stood up from his lap and took in the delectable sight before you. Only wearing his black dress pants, chest heaving up and down, blindfolded, handcuffed and waiting for you.

You get down on your knees, between his legs and keep your palms on his knees. You shift a little and nuzzle your nose against his straining cock. His hips shoot up, making you smile. You decided to let him catch a break and took his pants and boxers off, discarding them to the side. His hard dick sprung up against his stomach, precum already leaking from the red tip. You touched only the tip with your middle finger to pick up the liquid bead.

“Hnghhh aahh,” 

You laughed at his reaction and cooed, “My poor baby, so desperate for me.”

You put the finger in your mouth and hummed at the taste. This time you wrapped your hand around his length and jerked him off as hard as you could. At this point he was basically screaming for you. His body thrashing around uncontrollably. The loss of sight and touch heightened every other sensation for him. But you wanted him to come while he was inside you so you stopped your actions. Grabbing the last item from the coffee table, a condom that you tore open and slid on his cock.

You stood up again and took your panties off. Once again, you straddled him and asked, “Ready?”

“Yes ma’am please wanna cum so bad.”

You lifted your hips and started taking him in inch by inch. His pink lips hung open and you just couldn’t stop yourself from kissing those lips. You had to take a second to adjust because, at this angle and with his size, he was so deep that you thought you could feel him in your gut.

You started out with grinding against him. However, as your pace got faster, your hands came up to his hair again and tugged them hard. His teeth were bared in a way that kind of reminded you of a wolf and he was grunting every time your hips came down. Soon enough you couldn’t stop the moans from tumbling out of your mouth. 

“Please ma’am need to see you. Need to look at your pretty eyes to cum.”

Your hands went around his head and undid the blindfold. There they were, those blues that had turned a few shades darker because of the intense lust. He let out a high pitched moan as your pussy clenched around him. After a couple more minutes he had planted his feet firmly on the ground and began thrusting up into you as your hips came down. You had never felt pleasure like this.

It was your turn to let out a loud, “Aaaah God- fuck Austin so good. So fucking. Good. For me.” The last few words accentuated with rough thrusts.

“Fuck ma’am, I’m close so clo- fuck bout to bust. Ple-please let me come.”

You felt right on edge too and said, “Cum baby, cum for me. Only for me.”

His hips left the couch to thrust up into you for the last time as his back arched. His head fell against the back of the couch and you could see his abs twitch every few seconds as he released into the condom. The sounds that left him pushed you over, to your end. Your forehead came in contact with his muscled shoulder as both of you spent a couple of minutes just taking in as much oxygen as you could.

He broke the silence, “Wow”

You laughed and got off his lap, throwing away the condom and using the key to unlock the handcuffs. His wrists has turned an alarming red against his otherwise pale complexion so you gave each wrist a small peck.

“Does it hurt? Should I get some ice packs?”

“Oh no I’m alright.”

“And what about your lip? Are you okay? Was it too mu-”

He stood up and cupped your cheeks with his unfairly long fingers, “I’m alright I promise. It was mind blowing. Let’s just go to bed.” His eyes shifted down and he cockily added, “Your legs are shaking.”

“Shut up”

You led him to the bedroom and both of you got in the plush bed. He pulled you to him so your head was on his chest. You let out a yawn and said, “I’m taking you to the Warner offices tomorrow.”

Austin felt his heart drop but before he could even say anything you had drifted off to sleep.

So Part 2 anyone?

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“that okay baby?”

you give a small tug at the bright red ribbon, testing its strength as you look at austin tenderly. the blonde nods, his face flushed a sweet red as you take a step back, admiring him as he squirms in the restraints. “y-yeah, it’s good.”

“god, you look gorgeous.” you muse, smirking as his cock twitches up in interest at the praise. “it's a shame you're all tied up…poor thing. can't touch me or anything…”

he pouts softly at your fake sympathy, running his tongue over his lips as he stares at you with wide, needy eyes. “you aren't gonna unwrap your gift?” he asks, his voice soft with such a submissive undercurrent. you've never heard him speak like that before, and it drives you wild. you hum lowly, your fingers coming up to your chin and stroking it as you pretend to mull over austin’s words.

“well…santa did work awful hard to bring you to me, didn't he?” you ask, watching as austin’s eyes grow glassy from neglect of his needy cock. “maybe i can just take a peek at my pretty little gift…”

austin watches with baited breath as you slink towards him, hands gently resting on his thighs as you try and decide which parts to untie.

your eyes land on his needy cock, twitching and leaking against the satin material. slowly, you trail a hand up his smooth thigh, dragging your fingertip down to the neat bow at the base of his ribbon-clad cock.

“i think i’ll unwrap this first…” you coo, tugging at the bow and watching it drag over the sensitive skin of his cock. he moans softly as the fabric constricts his cock slightly, tightening around it and making his hips cant up. you tug again, and the neat little bow comes undone, letting the ribbon fall freely over his length.

“o-oh, god–”

“oh…this is all sticky..” you tsk, holding up the dripping, soaked ribbon in front of austin’s eyes, dangling it teasingly. “such a mess…”

austin blushes at the sight of his own precum staining the pretty red fabric, averting his eyes as you drop the ribbon with a faint, wet noise. he whimpers again, closing his eyes and tensing up as you push his thighs apart. he bites his lip as you trace your thumb over the head of his cock, pressing your fingertip against his slit.

he almost screams at the pressure, and you bite back a smirk as you pull your hand away.

“my, such a noisy thing.” you mutter, shaking your head. “that won't do…i can't unwrap you if you're making such a fuss…”

your eyes scan for something in the room to use as a gag. an ornament crosses your mind, but you really don't want it to shatter in austin’s mouth. the lights were a little too dangerous as well.

finally, your eyes landed on the previously discarded ribbon that was wrapped around austin’s length. it was still sticky and absolutely drenched in his precum, glistening in the white lights from your christmas tree.

slowly, you pull it up from it’s resting place on the floor, letting it dangle from your pointer finger. austin’s eyes widen as he realizes your intentions with the stained fabric, a tainted red blush rising high on his cheekbones. before he could utter anything out, you ball up the ribbon and snap your fingers with your free hand.

“open.”

his mouth falls open embarrassingly fast, allowing you to press the balled up satin against his tongue. he chokes out a desperate little moan as he tastes himself, his breath hitching as tears threaten to spill down his cheeks. he was so turned on, and you weren't giving him what he needed most– it was killing him.

you gently approach him, rubbing at the back of his neck as he looks up at you, looking absolutely pitiful as a single tear falls down his red cheek. you wipe it away gently, moving to cup the head of his cock with your hand gently. he moaned wantonly, muffled by the sodden fabric as you moved your wrist in a circle, grinding your palm against his swollen, pink flesh. he tries to thrust up into the touch, his slit leaking copious amounts of sticky, clear precum.

austin started to tremble, his tears falling faster down his cheeks at the stimulation. his cockhead was especially sensitive, and he didn't know if he could last with all of the rubbing you were doing. his orgasm drew near, his breath stuttering and making him gag against the ribbon as he tried to mumble something around the fabric.

“i think i know what this gift is…” you coo, pulling back so your finger is circling his slit once more, urging more precum out. “it's a pretty little dolly.”

a shocked noise escapes austin at your words, his cock jerking against your hand. his eyes clouding over with arousal as you smirk coyly.

“yeah…a dolly alllll for me to use.” you croon. “for me to ride and stick all kinds of things in– ain't that nice?”

your blunt fingertip presses to his slit, testing how much pressure you can add before his body begins to tremble at the thought of your finger entering him. you press a hand to his chest, leading him to lay down on the plush tree skirt. the way he's tied up leaves everything exposed to you– from the pink head of his cock to his twitching rim.

using your finger that was just teasing his tip, you gently rub at the tight ring of muscle. austin looks like he's going to explode as you lube him up using his own precum.

“this is such a pretty little thing…” you muse as your finger begins to sink into him, making him whine and arch up in response. he jerks against the ribbons restricting his arms, his cheek pressed into the soft material of the tree skirt. you waste no time thristing your finger in and out of his tight heat, loving the way he twitches and spasms around your digit needily. his precum does the job of keeping your finger slicked up, making it easy to slip another digit in beside the first.

austin squirms helplessly, struggling to keep the gag in his mouth as you curl your fingers upwards, stroking at his sweet spot skillfully. a particularly firm press against his prostate makes him gasp hard, letting the fabric fall from his lips as he sobs out.

“mgh– fuck, please, mommy–”

the words slip past his lips so naturally that you're a bit taken aback. you feel your stomach tighten with arousal, taking in the sight of him drooling and panting against the tree skirt– lights illuminating his flushed face and sharp features.

he was too far gone to feel any embarrassment at his outburst, but you didn't miss the shame flash in his eyes. you never knew that this was a thing for him.

“oh, this dolly can talk,” you purr, curling your fingers once again and watching him spasm, his face contorting in pleasure. your other hand wraps around his cock, working his cockhead with your hand as your fingers pump in and out of him at a steady pace. “what else can you say, pretty little thing?”

he shudders deeply, his flush traveling down to his neck and chest as he feels himself on the edge of orgasm. “mommy, please– i need to– i’m so close,” he begs, thighs trembling as you shove your digits deep inside of him, your knuckles piercing his rim. you still your thrusts, still wriggling your fingers and humming as a low whine leaves him. you squeeze his cock firmly, your fingers rubbing circles along his tip gently. his body jerks as your finger runs over his oozing slit, silently begging for something–

“ohh, does this pretty little doll want me to finger his poor little cock?” you croon, finger running along the tip. “what a filthy little thing. already full of my fingers and you want more?”

“o-oh god, mommy, i’m–” he gasps, pressing his hips back for friction as he babbles helplessly, his face almost scarlet. “please, fill me more, i can’t–”

he looks so pathetic under you, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. you lean down and press a tender kiss to his lips, quieting him down as you curl your fingers into his prostate and press down on his slit, humming into his mouth.

his cock gives one final jerk as he cums, your finger making it shoot out in all directions as his whole body quivers, spasming as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm.

the whole house falls quiet afterwards, save for the sound of your heavy breathing. you pull back from the blonde’s pillowy lips, and smile as you see him stare up at you, dazed. he smiles back lazily, his eyes heavily lidded and almost pure black– the blues of his iris gone.

“hi baby.”

“hi,” he croaks, his voice rough from the moaning he had been doing. “c’n you untie me mommy?” he asks softly, squirming in the restraints.

“didn’t know you had a mommy kink,” you tease, moving to untie the ribbon around his wrists. “you're such a sub. who would have thought, pretty boy aus with a mommy fetish,”

“does mommy not work for you?” he mutters, a small smirk playing on his lips as his arms are freed. “how ‘bout daddy instead?” he teases. “master? mistress? your highness?”

you undo the large bow tied in the middle of his chest, leaning in to kiss him gently with a smile on your lips. “baby boy, you can call me anything you want.” you mutter, pinching his cheek teasingly. “all you need to know is you belong to me.”

austin blushes, the submissive air to him coming back as he nods. “okay,”

“c’mon,” you hum, standing and hauling him up with you, inwardly chuckling as his legs shake slightly. “bath time. we can use the christmas scents.”

“and we'll watch a movie after?” he asks, eyes large as he speaks in a begging tone.

“yes, austin. we can watch a movie.”

“i love you so much.” he purrs, pressing his nose into your hair and sighing. “i wanna have your babies.”

you burst out laughing, shoving him towards the bathroom. “get in the tub already!”

he blows you a lazy kiss and you roll your eyes, trailing behind him slowly. you sit back for a moment and sigh, shaking your head as you think about him. he was so ridiculous and amazing and just…austin. you were so lucky to be able to spend christmas with him.

you heard him whine something from the restroom, and you sigh loudly. “i’m coming, aus!”

Shopping with Austin was always an experience; he knew what he liked and what he didn't, and wasn't afraid to shop for hours finding the perfect thing.

Shopping with Austin when he was determined to show you off and shop for something perfect for you, was a whole fresh kind of ordeal. It wasn't hell, but it could be tedious. You were a lot less picky, especially about dresses and lingerie. Austin, however, is insistent upon everything being perfect for you. So when you arrive, freshly showered and a little wobbly on your legs, to the formal wear and lingerie boutique on Beale street, you know this is going to take awhile.

"Why are we shopping for formal wear?" You ask nervously. "Austin..." you say in a warning tone and he blushes.

"Please let me spoil you, Mama?" He asks, and the tone in his voice signals that in this moment, to get what he wants, he will get on his knees in public. You raise your clasped hands to your lips and kiss the inside of his wrist, nuzzling a little.

"Okay, baby. You've been so good for me," you praise him and he smiles happily, leading you into the store with a spring in his step.

"We have an appointment today, we're a little late," he blushes. "Its under Butler," he clarifies and the shop girls smile in recognition.

"Ah! Yes, we have you in the schedule, who are you shopping for?" They ask, talking to him like you're not there. He tugs you close to him and kisses your cheek.

"My gorgeous girl," he smiles, and they size me up with their eyes.

"I see! Well, we should be able to find plenty of things, let's get started!" One of them says kindly, and she takes charge.

"I should have marked you up," you hum in his ear and he shivers.

"Later," he purrs. He's really ready to beg. The girls let the two of you shop, selecting a few things, but you mostly let Austin pick everything out for you.

"Why don't you go try on some things?" He suggests with a smile after there's about ten dresses in the dressing room. You sigh and look at him.

"Are you aware you're lucky I love you?" You tease him and he pouts.

"I'm the lucky one. Now go," he guides you over to the dressing room. You take a deep breath and try on the ones you don't love first. You step out in s gold satin dress with a high neck and a slit in the leg. Austin makes a face when you pose and shakes his head.

"Oh, no. Doesn't make your eyes pop, and that neckline is blocking my view," he sends you back behind the curtain, and you mercifully eliminate three others based on his feedback.

You come back out in a black dress with a scoop neck, strappy back, and waterfall a line skirt with some chiffon layers. This one looks more like you're attending a beach wedding, and you feel comfortable in it. You walk out to Austin and give a little twirl, which makes the skirt fly around you. Austin's legs spread, and his fingers trace his lower lip as his eyes darken. He nods and flicks his hand. He has now taken over.

"Go try on more, but we're getting that," he says hoarsely. You nod, cheeks flushing, and you next try on a short dress. It's in your favorite color, and it looks amazing on you. The straps tie in elegant bows on the shoulders, and the neckline is plunging sweetheart. The bodice fits you in all the right ways, and the skirt flares out, hitting you mid thigh. Its beautiful, and you try it on with the red bottom heels they put in the room for you.

You walk out and Austin's eyes widen, lip bitten harshly between his teeth. He sits forward, legs still spread, and he holds up a set of lingerie that he picked out. It's black and lacy, and you want to feel the softness of it against your skin.

"For tonight, Kitten?" You ask, and he leans in close, biting the inside of your thigh. You gasp and he kisses the spot where he bit.

"This is absolutely the perfect pairing, Mama," he hums. When your legs work well enough to go back to the dressing room, you turn and he smacks your ass. You bite your lip and successfully remain upright. He was in so much trouble.

You try on one other dress that you keep; a short strapless, 70's style drapey dress with gorgeous big sleeves and a lot of attention on your chest. You knew Austin would love it, and you wanted to wear something nice that fit the theme at Graceland. You wondered how you'd get it out of here without him seeing, but you decide to try.

"Kitten, can you go pick out a few more things only you get to see me in?" You ask softly. "I'll go get the dresses," you add, and his eyes narrow.

"It's getting charged to me, Mama, you don't get to sneak off and pay for your own dresses," he pouts slightly. You laugh and kiss him.

"I'd never. I'm just still deciding between two different shoes," you smile. He grins.

"Okay, Mama, I'll go lingerie shop for you," he agrees, with his trademark wink. You go to the counter and they ring you up without issue. You emphasize keeping the secret one a secret, and they do it perfectly. You thank them and then wait for Austin, who apparently wants to keep his a secret too because he asks you to turn away as he comes back into view.

"Okay, okay," you sigh and you do. As he passes behind you, he drops a kiss on your neck before checking out and getting everything boxed up and bagged. You uncover your eyes when he returns to your side, and you kiss him softly before leading him out of the store.

"Do we need to go shopping for anything else?" You ask, and he nods, then pauses, and shakes his head.

"Nothing that can't wait," he smiles hungrily. You want to correct his notions about what happens next but you need to talk first. You call for the car and driver, and then you look at him adoringly. You kiss his jaw gently and squeeze his hand.

"Let's wait until we get in the car," you say softly. He frowns a little but nods, and clings closer to you, wrapping his arms around you while you wait.

When you get in the car, you sit in such a way that he can lay down on you if he wants. You put the partition up and you cup his face in your hands.

"Austin, we've explored sexual dominance and submission, and the sweet, daily life aspects of you being cared for as my sweet boy. But today," you take a deep breath. This is the part you're not great at. "Today you earned a punishment. We haven't talked about this before, so I wanted to talk about it before we start. What kind of punishments are you okay with?" You ask, holding him gently.

"Don't hit me," he says immediately and you shake your head.

"No, never, baby not in a million years, that's not..." you take a deep breath. "I'm talking about edging, spanking, making you wait, wearing a cockring while I ride you," you explain. "I'm never gonna hurt you," you say firmly and he kisses you.

"I'd love being edged. I know I said no hitting but you know I like spanking. Cockrings are fine," he lists, running his fingers over his bottom lip. He pauses and looks at you. He reaches his hand out to hold yours. "Making me wait is okay, but Mama, please... you have to explain it every time. I can't look at you and wonder whether or not you want me. And I definitely can't feel like you don't want me and not know why," he says softly. You nod and you give him a sweet kiss.

"I wouldn't put you in that position, Baby Boy," you comfort him and he leans on you, resting his head on your chest.

"I trust you, Mama, but I had to say something," he smiles a little, playing with the soft material of your shorts the way he plays with his rings.

"Good boy... good boy for telling me. I will make sure to always communicate. And we use the color system for that too, you say Red whenever you need," you remind him. He nods and you roll down the partition.

You give an address to the driver and roll the partition back up before Austin can say anything. He looks at you, surprised.

"Where are we going?" He asks and you smirk.

"You'll see, Kitten. You're in big trouble baby," you purr and he gulps.

"I know, Mama, I got carried away... I'll take my punishment," he nods, pouting a little. You grin and take his hand.

"I know exactly what your punishment will be, Kitten. We're going to start with making you wait. Very simple, a good first time with a real punishment," you blush sheepishly. You hadn't been good at making yourself stick to punishing Austin. He was too sweet but you couldn't let the behavior in the shop stand. He knew it too.

"What's the blush for, Mama?" He asks, holding your hand. You look him in the eye and sigh.

"I'm bad at being firm with you," you say quietly. "I'm not strong," you whisper. He gasps and gets on his knees and rests his cheek on your thigh.

"You're the strongest woman I've ever known. The best Mama. I'm gonna be right here on my knees for you until our dinner to prove it. You make me get on my knees without lifting a finger and I love the shit out of you for that, and so much more," he assures you, nuzzling you the whole time. You look at him, hardly daring to believe he is real.

"I can't believe your heart so perfectly fits with mine, Aust. I love you," you whisper and pet his hair lovingly as he smiles against your skin, and you travel the rest of the short trip to your destination whispering sweet words to each other.

Austin's punishment, he is absolutely gutted to find out, is you getting a Brazilian wax. The care instructions for after a brazillian are very strict, or at least the woman who waxed you was very strict; no sex for 24 hours after. All he can do as you head back to the house is picture how smooth and soft your pussy is, and how you'll look dripping wet for him.

"You picturing it?" You ask him as you're curling your hair later, getting ready for dinner. He's sitting on the bed, adjusting himself often. He's hard and frustrated, and it's sending thrills down your spine.

"Of course. Can't help it. It's my favorite pussy in the world and you just took it away from me for 24 godforsaken hours," he pouts.

"So...its not about the wax?" You ask, moving on to your makeup.

"What?" He asks, lifting his head from his hands, looking at you carefully. "No," he shakes his head, sn incredulous smile on his face. "I don't need you to do anything you don't normally do, or want to do, for me to love that perfect tight heat and sensitive little clit of yours," he assures you with a groan, and he's back on his knees by your side as you do your makeup. You go for relatively simple, but Austin looks up from where he's skirting the line of his punishment by nuzzling between your thighs.

"Can I look?" He asks and you push back your bathrobe and rest a leg on the counter.

"No touching. But you can look," you grin, and go back to your makeup. The second he can see, he whines.

"Fuck," he moans and licks his lips. You give him a warning look and he blushes, staying silent until you put down the makeup brushes.

"Let me help," he says when he sees that you're unsure of what else to do with your look. You smile and help him up.

"Thanks Kitten," you praise him, and when you close your eyes, he adds a Priscilla-esque wing to your lids with a little sparkle and some mascara that definitely makes you look like you have fake lashes. You kiss him and he fixes your lipstick.

"Get ready, Kitten. I'm gonna get dressed," you hum and he nods after spritzing you with setting spray.

You put on the black balconette lace bra and the lace cheeky panties that go with it, following Austin's request even though he's not going to have the kind of night he thought he'd have when he picked them out.

You put on the dress he reacted so positively to, and shake out your curls. Your hair now falls in soft waves, framing your face. You put on the red bottom black pumps and grab your black clutch, and go to find Austin. When you do, you gasp. He's in a sheer black shirt, black pants, and a dark purple jacket. His shoes are shiny black, and they look perfect for dancing.

He looks like he has stepped back into the parts of Elvis he loved, and left behind the parts that broke his heart. His eyes are not dark, and there's a smile, not a frown, playing at the corners of his mouth. He looks at you and he steps forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you, spinning you in a circle.

"You look beautiful..." he hums against your neck. "I love you so much," he presses his forehead to yours, and you cup his jaw gently with one hand.

"I love you entirely, more than I thought I'd love anyone," you whisper and he kisses you, snapping a rare pic of the two of you, your hand on his jaw and his lips on yours. He takes another of your faces pressed together, nuzzling each other. He pockets his phone with a smile and he takes your hand.

"Okay. Dinner time," his voice cracks a little and you start to wonder what is going on.

"Austin, what is this surprise?" You ask, seeing his nervous demeanor.

"You'll see," he mutters, and you rub his chest to reassure him. When you pull up to the restaurant, he looks at you.

"Okay. Remember to breathe," he says and you blink. What the hell is he doing?

When the hostess sees the two of you, she ushers you up some stairs and to a back private balcony overlooking the city.

"Your server will be right with you, your third is already here," she says, and exits quickly. You walk around a small corner and the view is somehow even better, but it's hard to focus on that; walking toward you, looking stunning as ever, is Priscilla Presley.

You can't help but gasp, and Austin squeezes your hand before letting you go so he can give her a big hug.

"Hey, Cil," he sighs happily, and she also has a big smile on her face.

"Hey baby," she hugs him tight. "Is this your beautiful woman?" She asks and he nods.

"Priscilla, meet y/n. The love of my life," he says proudly, wrapping his arm around you. His words shake you to your core but you focus on the legendary woman in front of you.

"Its so nice to meet you Ma'am," you sputter and she laughs.

"Oh gosh, call me Priscilla. Did you like your surprise room?" She asks and you nod, turning bright red and you are thankful for your makeup.

"I loved it. We love it," you smile and she gives you a hug.

"I'm so glad. I'm happy Austin is so happy." Her smile is infectious, and Austin leads both of you over to the table.

"My beautiful ladies," he smiles, stepping aside for us to walk ahead of him, but as we walk side by side he calls us back, "look here!" He grins and when we do, he snaps a picture. You roll your eyes and Priscilla puts her arm around you, so he can snap another picture.

"He's been on one today," you tell Priscilla. "He was just absolutely unruly at the dress shop and now he's photographing me nonstop," you blush and Priscilla grins at him.

"Austin's in love," she teases, and he blushes.

"Guilty," he confesses, and then sits back and lets you two talk. You talk about your work in PR and how you met Austin, and even how you got together. You even talk about her daughter, and her husband. The massive amount of love in her heart astounds you, and you sit, mesmerized, listening to her. Dinner flies by quickly and as you're sipping cocktails after everything has been cleared away, she looks at Austin.

"You're going tomorrow?" She asks and he shakes his head.

"Day after. Don't know where we're going tomorrow. You coming with?" He asks, and she shrugs.

"I may drop by," she grins mischievously and you roll your eyes.

"Between the two of you, I'm gonna die of surprises," you sigh, crossing your arms.

"Relax, Mama, it's just Graceland," he hums, instantly attentive to you and holding you as close as he can.

When you decide to call it a night, Priscilla pays despite you and Austin firmly insisting otherwise.

"You buy next time," she assures us, and she gives you her number so you can make plans. You smile and you thank her. Austin asks permission to go get the cars ordered, and you let him go.

"Thank you for joining us, Priscilla, you're... god, you're amazing," you gush, not knowing what else to say now that you've sent away your buffer.

She smiles at you and looks back in the direction of the door Austin left through.

"He is amazing, hun. And seeing him look at you, compared to how he was during filming, He was waiting for you. He loved you then. If you don't love him just the same if not more, let him go. And if you do, let yourself love him loudly. Don't love him silently. Let him know at every moment that he is loved," she says and you blink back tears.

"I love him endlessly," you whisper, and she squeezes your hand.

"Good. Make him send those pictures to me, I bet we look absolutely amazing," she winks at you and you laugh, following her down the stairs. Austin is grinning, waiting for the both of you, and when she pulls him into a tight hug and they look at each other, with so much between them, you snap a picture of your own to keep for later.

When you've said your goodbyes, and you're back in the car, Austin is back on his knees, all smiles now.

"Thank you for the incredible night, baby boy," you say softly.

"You're welcome, Mama," he sighs softly.

"Do you think he knows?" You ask softly. "Do you think he knows that people love him, and that people love her? I think he'd like knowing that he was loved, but... he'd love knowing how loved she is."

"Oh, he knows," Austin says confidently.

"How do you know?" You ask and he looks you in the eye.

"Because I dove into his broken heart, and he fixed mine. I got you," he whispers. Tears fall from your eyes as you kiss him, open mouthed and full of unchecked passion. When you have to pull away, both to make his punishment less painful and so both of you can breathe, you still can't keep your eyes off him.

"You lied to me," you say softly, and he frowns a little, looking up at you.

"Never, Mama... never," he strokes your cheek.

"You told me I was the strongest woman you'd ever met," you smile lovingly, kissing his wrist so he knows he's not in trouble. "At best, I'm in second place."

"She is amazing, huh?" He smiles. "I'm glad she likes you."

Recap:

The drop of lotion slipped off your hand and landed between his cheeks. The heat in between your thighs makes you squirm, and the low whine that comes out of Austin’s mouth drives you wild. You’ve never come close to approaching this aspect of submission with him, and while it doesn’t necessarily bother you, it intimidates you. You’re his Mama. He needs you in this moment, and yet you officially have no earthly idea where this day is going.

"Color baby?" You ask. You’d never wandered into the territory of touching him there except in the shower. He inhales sharply when you ask, and you see him imperceptibly press against the pillow.

"Green, Mama," he moans and you feel your face flush. You touch the unexplored area between his cheeks, and ask again.

"Green," he confirms, and arches his hips up to meet your touch. You smile and get more lotion, spreading his cheeks tenderly and massaging his ass more thoroughly. He whines and his hips stutter, and when he bucks up, your fingers brush over his rim. You both freeze, and you hear a trembling

"Green."

"Specifics, Baby," you manage to get out. A misstep here could hurt him badly, and you don’t want a trembling, horrified, scared sub. That loss of trust would ruin both of you. "Be Specific."

"Touch me there, I wanna see how it feels, just to see..." he babbles, and you can tell he's getting embarrassed. You silence him with a comforting hand on his back.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, Prince. Do you want me to play with you here?" You stroke his rim teasingly and he nods, hips jerking.

"Yes, Mama... please, oh god... please," he begs and you kiss the base of his spine.

"Suck," you command gently, holding two fingers up to his lips. He moans and does as you ask, licking first then sucking your fingers messily, drooling all over your hand. He looks and sounds like a desperate mess, and you struggle to ignore the increasing wetness between your legs. When they're good and slick with his spit, you pull your fingers out of his mouth. He pouts a little and you kiss him.

"Patience, baby, I'll play with you, then you can have something to do with those gorgeous lips," you promise him and he nods. Austin looks more desperate than you've ever seen him, and you almost want to call the whole thing off so you can help him cum and soothe him in time for a long nap before the event.

The only thing stopping you from doing that is knowing that your boy doesn't want that. Austin asked you for something that you dare not deny him now. You spread his legs a little and rub his rim with your slicked fingers, pressing more firmly.

"Oh! Mama, more!" He whines and you smile.

"As you wish, baby," you grin. You push one finger in, trying to find that spot inside him, curling your finger and stroking his silky walls. When you brush against it at last, he howls.

"Mama! Fuck! Yes!" He gasps in shuddering breaths. You look at his face and see tears pouring down his cheeks.

"More?" You ask, and he nods.

"Y..yes... feel like it'll make me cum... can I?" He asks, his voice a low whine, and you nod.

"If you feel like you need to, don't hold back," you hum and you slowly add another finger. He clenches and stills.

"Y...yellow. Don't pull it out, just... let me breathe for a sec," he begs.

"Good boy for using your colors. Such a good boy... Do you want me to rub that spot again when I keep going? Might make the stretch easier," you explain, petting his hair with your free hand.

"Y...yeah, Mama, sounds... fuck. Green, do that," he whines. You keep petting him, and you do as he asks. He keens, whines, and moans your name as you stroke that spot and push in that second finger. You spread your fingers a little, scissoring them to give him a sense of what being stretched is like, and he arches up into you, pressing your fingers deeper inside you.

"You like that?" You ask, leaning down to kiss his neck as you keep running your fingers over that spot. He bucks his hips, seeking friction on his cock and inside him.

"Does it feel like this, Mama? When I fuck you, do you feel all... full, and buzzy, and hot, and so so good?" He whimpers and you moan, pressing your face into his neck. You've been keeping it together mostly, remaining cool with a dominant exterior, but with those words, he's breaking you. His body is simultaneously relaxed and pliable, and tight as a bowstring. He looks so perfect and beautiful, and he needs you. You pull your fingers out and he whines.

"Mama, what-"

"Turn over," you command gently. He struggles a bit, his body trembling, and you help him out, cradling his body close as you get him on his back. When he's facing you, you look down at him and smile.

"Hi, Baby," you whisper. He grins lazily, reaching for you with trembling hands.

"Mama," he sighs. "What are you up to? You..." he blushes and looks away. "You pulled out, am I doing okay?" He asks, and he giggles a little, noticing the reversal of roles. “This is so new, I’m sorry, I’ll be serious, it's just.. God I sound like you." His words are not teasing; they are full of reverence, the way Catholic priests talk of saints.

"Bend your leg like I do, spread out for me," you say softly. "Trust me?"

He nods, and when one of his legs is resting on your shoulder, you kiss his thigh and push both fingers back in.

"Oh! Mama, that's... fuck! Oh!" He cries out, and you smile, curling your fingers inside him. He pulls you into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, both of you moaning and gasping against each other's lips. You press a little harder on his spot, and his eyes fly open as he cums, harder than he ever has, it almost hurts. Load after load erupts from his spent cock, and he clings to you, frantic amidst all the pleasure.

"RED! Fuck, Mama, what was THAT?" He gasps, shaking and moaning as you pull your fingers out. You grab the wipes you keep on the bedside table, never leaving him for a second, and wipe your hand clean. Tears pour down his cheeks, and his lips and hands tremble. His body surprised him, clearly, and while he looks perfect, you feel a protective urge rise up within you.

"That was your first prostate orgasm, Baby Boy, you did beautifully," you praise him. He sighs and closes his eyes, steadying his breathing and licking his lips. You help him extend his legs, and when he looks ready for more contact, you kiss him softly, nuzzling him a little.

"Can I lick you clean, Prince?" You ask, and he nods. You lower yourself to his belly, kissing and licking away his cum, a low moan leaving your throat at how good he tastes.

"I love you, Mama," he whispers, hand in your hair to ground him. When you're through licking him clean, you kiss him gently.

"I love you too,” you smile and kiss his neck. “You said Red, baby, are you okay?" You ask, laying next to him and he instantly lays on top of you, mouthing at your chest.

"Yeah, just... didn't know I could do that. You didn't even touch my cock and I came, really hard," he blushes and cuddles up to you even closer.

"Did it feel good?" You ask tentatively, and he looks up at you with bliss written all over his features.

"Yes, Mama. It felt... god, I wanna do it again," he confesses and you kiss him tenderly.

"I have an idea. Come on, let's go shower and we'll talk," you smile and he whines a little but stands with your help. He clings to you as you walk, and you finish undressing clumsily. There is a beautiful, begging boy in front of you, and you want to make him beg more.

Once you're under the warm spray of the shower, you pull him close, squeezing his ass gently to test the waters.

He arches into you, dipping his head to attach his plush lips to one of your pert nipples. Your hands run through his hair which makes his hips jerk.

"We're supposed to be talking, baby," you giggle and he shrugs.

"Talk, Mama, I'm just a sweet baby boy, I'm not doing anything," he purrs, and you have to bite back a desperate whine of your own. Your thighs press together and his fingers tease between them. "I wanna play while you talk," he moans, and you let out a shaky whine.

"I... I.. Okay, Baby, I think I wanna try something," you manage to get out and he looks at you, fingers stilling between your legs.

"What, Mama?" He asks, biting his lip.

"I want you to wear a plug for me tonight."

His eyes widen and he opens and closes his mouth a few times.

"How big?" He asks, hands leaving your teased and almost trembling pussy. He sucks your taste off his fingers and you cup his face in your hands.

"Not big at all, Baby. We'll try it and if you don't like it, or it's too much, let me know," you assure him and he smiles.

"Mama, I trust you, it's okay. I wanna at least give it a shot. You've gone so many places with me wearing vibrating panties or dripping all over your dress because I stole your panties. I want you to have that control over me. But..." he sighs pinching the bridge of his nose. "Its not gonna vibrate is it?" He asks and you laugh.

"Not your first time, Prince. Promise," you hold up your pinky and instead of locking his pinky with yours, he sucks your finger into his mouth. You tug him closer and kiss him, holding his hips.

"Baby, if you're gonna have a plug, you have to be prepped," you smirk and his eyes widen again.

"Mama, you do it?" He asks and you nod.

"Of course, love. Go ahead and put your hands on the wall for me," you command and he pauses.

"Yellow," he says quietly and opens his arms. "Give me a hug, Mama," he says softly and you melt, holding him tight.

"My baby boy... were we going too fast?" You ask softly and he shrugs.

“Just felt this like. Really powerful wave of affection for you," he blushes. "Wanted a hug," he hums into your neck as you hold him.

"Good boy. You're such a good boy," you hum and you feel his cock stirring a little.

"I'm uh.." he pulls away a little. "I'm ready, Mama," he blushes and you smile.

"You certainly are, gorgeous boy," you smile and he blushes, placing his hands on the wall of the shower and spreading his legs. It doesn't escape your notice that he is getting hard again, but you avoid touching his cock so as not to overwhelm him. You grab the shower head and some other things you need and slowly begin cleaning and prepping him. He whines, the embarrassment written all over his face.

"This doesn't bother me, baby. It comes with the territory. Do you need me to stop?" You ask and he shakes his head.

"No, keep going," he gasps, and you kiss his thighs. He sighs happily and his whole body relaxes under your loving touch. You finish quickly and then you stand and hold him from behind. He leans against you and rubs your arms where they wrap around him.

"I can't believe how much you love me," he murmurs, and turns in your arms to clean your body and wash your hair.

"Back at ya, Butler," you grin and he kisses your neck.

"Can't wait to see what you have planned for me tonight, Mrs. Butler," he moans, his hardened length pressing against you. Your breath catches in your throat.

"We're gonna be in a predicament if you keep calling me Mrs. Butler. I don't know how much you'd appreciate the feeling of being as open as I've got you now when you're being a big strong Daddy," you giggle and he makes a face that reads of pure discomfort.

"No, definitely not, come on," he grins and you quickly bathe each other and get out. He keeps your hands on his hips as you dry each other, and you lead him back to the bedroom, kissing him gently. He cups your face and kisses you, as though he's holding back. He holds himself at a measured distance from you, but sinks into the touch before coming back to himself and showing restraint once more.

"You holding back, Baby?" You purr, taking off his towel. He falls back on the bed, legs spread.

"Mama, I think I'm gonna cum if I keep touching you, and I wanna see," his voice breaks as you lean over him, giving him a full view of your naked body. "I wanna see what happens next," he whispers and you pull him into a heated kiss, gently licking into his open, begging mouth.

"It's gonna feel so good, Baby," you promise him.

"Promise?" He asks, shaking arms wrapping around you as he looks into your eyes.

"I Promise," you nuzzle your nose against his. "And if it doesn't we stop and we forget the whole thing," you hum and he smiles.

"I love you, Mama," he sighs, and you rest your forehead against his.

"I love you, Austin," you whisper and he nuzzles up into you before you pull away. He reaches for you but you stand back.

"Lay back, baby," you command gently and he does, gazing up at you. You go to the closet and reach up until you find what you’re looking for, grabbing the small box of plugs.

"Okay, baby, pick one," you smile, rubbing his thighs and you show him a variety of silicone plugs, some bigger than others. You show him the sizes and he picks up a small tapered one with a jeweled base.

"This one, Mama. It seems manageable and I'll look pretty," he blushes. “At some point we’re gonna talk about why you have that. I know you wouldn’t use something on me that you used with him,” he winks, but you see the tension in his eyes.

“These are mine. The one you picked hasn’t even gotten a test drive yet,” you grin and he sits up a little.

“Oh we’re gonna play with that idea later, but now… I’m ready,” he lays back, a self satisfied smile on his face. You let out a small, bashful giggle and kiss the insides of his thighs.

"Good boy. You're gonna be so pretty," you praise him. He shivers and spreads his legs, and you grab the bottle of lube you keep stored with your toys. You coat the plug with it and you coat your fingers with it.

"Bend your legs baby, let me see that pretty hole," you coo. He whines, biting his lip. "Don't bite, Prince. I wanna hear you, I'm gonna use two fingers baby, and they might be a little cold and slippery," you smile and he nods.

"Okay, Mama," he hums, and when your slicked fingers press against his hole and enter with little resistance, he whines.

"Oh! Feels... that's better than my spit, is that real lube?" He babbles, back arching and you giggle, rubbing his hip gently.

"Yeah, Baby, that's real lube," you grin.

"Feels... Oh!" His back arches and his cock jumps to attention as you curl your fingers and press down on his spot before slowly pulling them out. You sit back, then, and pause. He looks so pretty; perfect cock curved upwards, balls heavy with unspilled seed, and pretty pink hole, lubed up and waiting for you. His beautiful body is a landscape of pleasure you can give him, and you're struck with the urge to try.

"Baby, Can I try something?" You ask. "Can I make you cum a couple times before we plug you? Because this," you lean in and kiss his balls tenderly, "might get uncomfortable."

When you kiss him there, the breath leaves his body and he looks at you with such love, trust, and adoration.

"Mama, you can do anything, I trust you, if you think I should get to cum, then I wanna cum, please..." he whines, eyes glazed over.

“You are the most perfect little sub for me,” you praise him, and as a concrete display of your pride and devotion, before he can say one more sweet thing and make you melt completely, you suck his cock down to the base, moaning at the heavenly feeling of him in your mouth, and the scent of him flooding your senses.

"Oh! Fuck, Mama!" He cries out and you take his hand and place it in your hair. You want him to take comfort from you, to cling to you like you do to him, and he doesn't disappoint.

"Mama... oh, Mama... yes..." he mewls, legs closing around your head a little while he bucks up and gently grips your hair. "Fuck... so goddamn... hnng!" He keeps crying out as you bob your head up and down on him, and then you pull off his cock with a loud pop.

"Huh? Mama, I'm being good, what-"

"You're gonna love this, Baby," you grin at him, biting his thigh gently. "And if you don't, you remember your colors," you assure him, reaching up and rubbing his tummy a little. He grabs and squeezes your hand, other hand still in your hair.

"I remember, Mama, I'm ready, I'm really..." he wiggles. "I'm really fucking close," he whines and bucks his hips up. You smile at him and then lower your face, moving your lips down and sucking his balls messily into your mouth.

"Oh god! Mama... please... oh! Gonna cum!" He whines, sobbing with his whole chest as he cums again, spilling on his belly with a cry. You give him one last lick and then pull away so as not to overstimulate him and you suck the cum off his belly once more. He breathes more softly this time, and his eyes are glazed with pleasure. His tongue darts over his lips as he says your name softly like a prayer, and he pulls you in for more soft kisses.

"When can I taste you?" He asks, between heaving breaths, and you grin.

"After I taste you," you say slowly, revealing your plans.

"You've tasted me twice," he pouts, and you shake your head.

"Babe, I'm gonna taste you how you taste me," you explain and he frowns then his eyes go wide.

"Mama, I.. you know, you don't have to do that for me," he blushes, hand resting on his chest while the other traces your lips. "Don't dirty something so pretty just to make me feel good," he whispers and you shake your head.

"Making you feel good is all there is, my Prince. None of that is a waste. If you don't want me to, I won't-" you assure him but he shakes his head.

"No, I do, I do want," the words rush out and he blushes. "I just don't want you to hate it, because I really enjoy being between your legs," he blushes. The care he shows for you is enough to make anyone disintegrate, but you stay strong for him. He needs you to be a firm and gentle guide for him as you cross together into these new uncharted waters. He's taking on a new position in so many more ways than the one. Like a garden in spring, with every touch he blooms for you, letting you into his body and thus, further into his heart.

"Let me show you how much I'll like it," you whisper, kissing his body all the way down. "If you're ready," you add, and he takes a deep breath and bends his legs. You look at him with low burning embers in your eyes, a change from the wildfire that usually blazes in your sight when it locks on to his ethereal innocent beauty.

He rests a leg on your shoulder, and you help him adjust his hips and you look up at him.

"Baby," you say softly. "Austin. I just have to tell you, you're so pretty down here. Your cock, your balls, your pretty hole," you praise him and when you look up at his face, he's looking at you as though he's about to cry.

"Mama, please..." he begs and you press your lips to his rim. His legs fall open and his hands scramble for purchase as you kiss his rim, pushing your tongue slowly inside him. His back arches off the bed and his body shakes. Not only do you love the sounds you're drawing from him, you also love that this is more pleasant for you than you'd imagined it would be. Cleaned and prepped as he is, the only sensory input you experience between his legs is a heady, intense concentration of his scent, and it drives you a little wild. Your hips rock in search of friction and you push your face even closer to him.

"Green! More, Mama!" He begs, and you grip his hips, tugging him closer. You thrust your tongue deeper inside him, curling your tongue a little. He rolls his hips greedily when you run your tongue repeatedly over his spot, and reach your hands up to tease his nipples. The second your fingers graze over them, his eyes roll back in his head.

"Mmm....hhnnggg... fuck... Mama..." he babbles desperately. You pull your tongue out and suck on his rim a little, and then thrust your tongue back in, flattening it against his spot. That's all it takes for Austin; he cums hard all over his chest and stomach and his hips roll away from the overstimulation of your tongue still moving inside him. You pull out of his hole, kissing his thighs and his hips, and you look at him tenderly, moving your hands to his sides, rubbing him gently.

"Can I clean you up with my mouth, Baby?" You whisper roughly, voice coated with silenced screams of pleasure. He nods and when you're through, he kisses you deep, pulling away to lick his lips.

"Mmm...you taste.. like you and me," he grins, and kisses you again. "Get on my face, Mama," he hums and you shake your head.

"I'm not going to overwhelm you. I've licked you open, now I'm gonna put in your plug," you explain, and you get between his legs, lube up the small object, and look at him.

"Ready?" You ask and he shakes his head.

“No,” he whines. “You promised. I want to taste you. If I get overwhelmed, I’ll tap twice on your right leg. I know my signals, and my colors. You’ve done so much for me, I’ve been a good boy, and you promised,” he pouts. “Will you tell me why I can’t? Do you not want me like that anymore now that you know I like… my hole being played with? Because I love both things, you have to still look at me the same,” his voice is soft and sad, and his eyes convey despair, bordering on cold detachment. You fear he’s close to a drop.

“Austin, Baby, I am so sorry. I was scared that sensory deprivation like that might be too much. I just wanted to protect you,” you explain, and you see the ice in his gaze melt.

“And I love that. But I’m just as sure that I want your pussy as I was when I said I wanted you to play with my ass, and look how good that turned out,” He smiles a little, and you run a hand over your face, trying not to laugh.

“You’re right, baby. You know your own mind, and body. I’ll give you your treat, do you want the plug before or after?” you ask, rubbing his chest.

"I'm so relaxed, I might not even feel it," he grins. “Before.”

“Are you sure, Angel? You looked really close to feeling really bad,” you ask, stroking his hair and his face.

“Green, Mama, I feel better,” he promises. You believe him, of course. He does look as though he has returned to himself. You kiss him tenderly and then settle back between his legs. Your lips adorn his thighs with bites and kisses, and he makes pleased little humming sounds as you grab the plug, lube it up once more, and then spread a little on his hole. He wiggles his hips when you push it in, and he gasps and wiggles. "Okay, I feel it, but it feels good..." he grins and you tap the jewel base.

“You feel good?” you ask and he nods, reaching for you.

“I do, now get up here,” he whines, pouting again like a little puppy. You want to do as he asks and give him the treat he so richly deserves, but you have one more thing to do first.

"Hey, Baby, turn over and arch your back a little, get that cute little ass in the air," you smile playfully and he pouts.

“If I do, I get to taste your pussy? Which as I recall, is rightfully mine?” he grumbles.

“Yes, Prince, your pussy is yours for the taking, just do this one thing for Mama,” You promise. He nods and does as asked, putting his ass in the air, turning his head to look at you. You snap a pic and then you lay down next to him. The second you're in reach he lays down on top of you, a strong thigh parting your own. He wiggles a little, adjusting to his plug.

“What’s the pic for Mama?” he asks a little nervously, but you soothe him with a gentle hand in his hair.

“Look at you, baby,” you smile, and kiss his forehead. “I wanted to show you because you picked that plug so you’d look pretty,” you assure him.

“Let me see,” he reaches for your phone and you show him the photo. His legs are spread, his ass is up, his lips are puffy and freshly bitten, his eyes shine with unshed want, and his soft skin simply glows. The plug nestled inside him glints tantalizingly, and he gasps when he sees all the little details.

“Mama, I look…” he hides his face in your chest. “I look good,” he mumbles and you kiss his face tenderly.

“Yes, Prince, you do,” you look into his eyes. “So beautiful, I love you so much, I’m so proud,” you hum.

“Then let me have my pussy. My treat,” he pouts, laying flat on his back. “I want it,” He begs pitifully.

“As you wish,” you smile, kissing down his body to rile him up, but the frustrated growl you hear tells you you’ve pushed far enough. You don’t wish to deny him any longer, and he clearly is at a breaking point.

You crawl up his body, grip the headboard, and you hold yourself above his eagerly awaiting mouth as you look down at him. His eyes are locked on your dripping folds.

“Mama, holy shit, you look so good.. Playing with me did all that?” he asks, tongue darting out reflexively.

“Yeah Baby, I told you, you looked really pretty and you taste amazing,” you blush and he purrs.

“Oh my god, Mama please, let me taste,” Austin moans and you slowly sink down onto his eagerly awaiting lips. The second his lips make contact, the heat between your legs threatens to boil over and consume you. His tongue works magic on you as always, but the way he clings to your thighs and buries his face in you is new. It’s a raw form of pleasure that is nearly detached from reality. He wants to drown in you, it seems, and he chases his own end with hunger, rage, and ambition. You can do nothing but move your hips gently; where he chases, you give. Where he retreats, you meet him. To do anything else at this point would hurt him. His nose would be broken if your hips thrust on his sweet face with the same voracity as his cherry red mouth sucked, nipped, and drank from you, so you rock against him like low tide waves, the restraint of your power palpable in the air as he dives in further. A swell of heat begins to bubble up in your belly, and you feel the fire start to take you. This, too, is different; for all his desperation, the build up to your peak is slow, and almost hurts. His nose bumps your clit roughly as his tongue curls and pulls desperate moans from your mouth and drops of arousal from deep inside you.

“Baby! Oh god, it feels… don’t stop!” You beg, losing your grip on the controlled pace of your hips. His lips move from your dripping entrance to your clit as he moans around you, and the heat in your belly tightens. Austin moans against your folds and sucks your clit, not once, not twice, but like he’s tasting the sweetest candy, and the reverent licks and sucks and moans drive you over the edge.

“Austin… Prince, I’m gonna…” you warn him in a series of choked stammered moans. He licks over you once more before pushing his tongue inside you and pressing on your clit with shaking fingers. You gush all over his face, and try to pull away to avoid collapsing on him. When you fall back on the bed, he chases you, parting your legs.

“I wasn’t done with my treat,” Austin says petulantly, and you let out a soft laugh, which turns into a whine as he licks your juices from between your legs, even cleaning your thighs. You let him take his fill, and then you look at the time, and you shout.

“Aust, my Baby, I love this, and I love you, but you’re gonna have to make this quick and then clean up your mess. The style attendants are going to be here in 20 minutes and I don’t want to come home to a cum and lube covered bed. Do you want to disappoint Mama?” You ask, praying that the commanding tone didn’t push him too far. Far from it, however, the command seems to ground him.

“Mama, I’ll do anything you need,” he moans weakly, looking like a puppy eager to please. You make a mental note to include a tail plug at some point, but then he’s standing, shaking out his legs and moving his hips a little.

“I feel it now, but it’s okay,” he grins with a little blush, and he helps you stand. “I hate asking, Mama, but can you finish cleaning up my pussy on your own? I wanna take care of this bed,” he begs, hating the idea of being a bad boy.

“Baby, you’re being so good. I’m gonna go clean myself up, you’re so sweet,” you praise and he leans in.

“Kissies,” he demands and you giggle, and give him a soft kiss. He wraps his arms around you and kisses you gently, one hand cupping your face. You nuzzle into the touch for a moment, but you know you have things to do. You quickly clean yourself up and come out to the bedroom to see Austin making the bed with fresh sheets, quickly and neatly. He is doing great work and you praise him, warning him of your presence with a hand on his back.

“Good job, Prince, how’s your ass feeling?” I ask, helping him with the pillowcases once the fitted sheet is on. He blushes and you notice his gait is different as he walks over to get the top sheet; less careless, more deliberate.

“I feel good. It’s uh… not gonna slip out, is it?” he asks and you shake your head.

“I should have explained it better, baby. You can relax,” you assure him, and he nods, sighing with relief before finishing remaking the bed. You clean up the room a little even though you know you’re getting ready in the spare room, and when you look at the time, you know the style and wardrobe team will be here any minute. You grab a robe for yourself and then wrap him in one, and kiss him. You two look at each other, and the monumental weight of the worlds outside your happy bubble you’ve made together feels so incredibly heavy. The paparazzi incidents, quitting your job because of Jamie and Sarah, Austin shouting at people and getting so easily overwhelmed these days, all leading up to spanking and taking your A-list actor fiance to the red carpet with a plug in his ass; all of these things were huge steps together, but they didn’t feel so crucial when it was just the two of you. But the outside world, and adult life, beckoned you onward. You look into his eyes as you voice these thoughts and he shrugs.

“None of it scares me, y/n. I have you.” You smile and he rests his forehead against yours, and when you hear the sharp triple knock on the door, you take Austin’s hand, and you look into his eyes.

“Color, Baby?” You ask, and he kisses your hand.