Emotional Boys 1990

05

"Fuck, ugh- there- there!" He whines frantically, the vibrator's frequencies elapsing onto him, causing him to come practically undone in reaction.

He's tied up, arms behind his back and legs tied together at the ankle and the knees. What's even better is that I've blindfolded him. His main sense is deprived, leaving it impossible for him to tell what I'll do to him next.

I'm edging him as punishment for the stunt he pulled the other day. I clearly agreed that he could have his moments where he's in charge, but I also made it clear to him that I would punish him for how he literally forced himself on me.

It's quite pathetic how he thinks that begging enough will allow him to come, despite the fact that I've edged him five times already, taking the vibrator away right before release. He's so cute, filled with such blind optimism.

Does he think that I've got more sympathy in me than in comparison to a man? He's fucking wrong. Watching him bite his lip to the point of drawing blood only pushes me to keep going. The way his body squirms and thrashes in attempt to escape the torture makes me wanna fucking melt.

"Stop fucking moving" I shout at him, though I do this just to solidify my power position. While his struggling is a major turn on to me, I can't work him quite as good when he won't stay still.

"Please, please let me come this time! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He pleads, his mouth now fully open as he moans openly, not attempting to hold it back anymore.

The shallow cuts caused by the friction delivered from his teeth against the skin of his bottom lip start to pool slowly with the bright red liquid. I lick my own lip in excitement as I bring my free hand up to his face, without him even knowing. I bring my thumb to his bottom lip, swiping at the blood and bringing it to my tongue, cleaning my finger of it, metallic in taste.

"I guess I'll have to patch your lip up for the second time..." I mutter, my tone devoid of emotion but rather just observance.

I completely ignored his pleads to take his apology, leading him to groan in frustration at my words.

I circle the vibrator around his tip slowly to build him up even more, feeling him twitch from below me. I hear his moans become more frequent and his body tenses.

"Please, Master, let me come, I'm sorry, I'll never disobey you again- just- please! Fuck!" He cries feverishly, hoping that I'll show some mercy.

I plan to edge him ten times, and this will be the sixth, so he's still got a long means to go... poor guy.
Not that I really feel sorry for him.

I don't answer him, instead I bring my lips to the skin just below his ear. I've learned it's a sensitive spot for him, so I choose this as my form of pushing the torture further.

His breathy moans honestly make me feel just as teased as him. I want him to be inside me in this moment, but I'm refraining from this in order to punish him. I'll get what I want from him after, but for now, he needs to be put in his place.

"I want to hear you say..." I break to kiss him on the designated spot, "please forgive me for not asking your permission before acting" I tell him, making him drool on a long groan as the words leave my mouth, upset at the requirement.

"Forgive me please- I'm sorry for not asking permission before acting- It was bad of me!" He responds with compliance immediately. His lip quivers in hope as he stills.

I can tell he's holding on, internally crying for me to allow him a release.

"Alright, come for me baby, you're lucky I liked your apology" I grin, watching the wave of relief wash over his face without even seeing his eyes.

His body eases slightly, legs shaking in pleasure before he lets out his final moans appreciatively.

"Fuck! Thank you! Oh god!" He shouts, mouth wide open as his eyebrows furrow together, his release landing on his stomach and partially on my hands.

I lick myself clean casually before I remove his blindfold, watching as he blushes upon seeing me run my tongue along his chest, causing him to succumb to the twitch of a chill.

"Holy shit, Esdeath, you're fucking crazy..." he pants, biting his already abused lip at the sight of me cleaning up his mess.

"I don't want to hear you say I'm crazy, you should be thanking me for cleaning you up" I grumble, bringing myself on top of him and straddling his chest.

I grab his chin and look at him with a disapproving glare, urging him to do as I say.

"Th...Thank you for cleaning me up..." he chokes out, looking up at me with such innocent, precious, blue eyes.

He's not innocent by any means, that's for sure, but his wide looks as he does everything I ask of him makes me feel like I'm on cloud nine.

"Now, let's get you ready for bed... surely you're tired hmm? I think a shower will do you some good" I giggle, getting off of him and rolling him over, listening to him groan into the mattress as I untie him.

"If you pull a stunt like the last time I undid your restraints, your next punishment will involve my whip... you got that baby?" I inquire, hearing him give me an understanding hum in response.

"Good boy..." I grin, finishing with the removal of the rope around his ankles.

"Can you walk..?" I ask, trying not to laugh while knowing that he's definitely as fragile as fucking porcelain on the edge of a table. I can only imagine how weak his legs will feel when he stands up.

"I'll be fine..." he grumbles, sitting up and pushing himself off the mattress, however his groaning betrays his words. He slightly limps out of the room and into the bathroom, making me smile to myself as I follow behind him.

***

"I ain't need you to wash my hair, I'm not a toddler..." he snaps as I massage the shampoo in.

"Of course you don't need me to, I'm doing it cause I want to, I get what I want Marshall, so stop complaining" I giggle, listening to him groan in response.

"I'm hungry..." he mutters randomly, changing the subject.

His arms are crossed over his chest, his back resting on my chest as we sit on the floor of the shower.

"Mmm, full meal hungry or snack hungry..?" I ask him curiously, my mouth unable to stop smiling.

I'm enjoying this moment so much.

I love that I've weeded my way through him. He's fucking living with me and we've only known each other for a week- yes, it's because his mom kicked him out and he didn't know where else to go, but still, doesn't change how close it's made us.

"Snack... you got pop tarts..?" He asks, making me laugh softly.

I used to eat them when my mom wanted me to leave her alone so she gave me a pop tart and sent me on my way, however, after that, I never really felt the need to eat them. They're good, and you've got to warm them in the toaster otherwise you're psychotic. That aside, they're not something I keep in my place.

"No but I can run out to the convenience store after this..." I offer, making him flip his head around with a perplexed look.

"Naw, that's extreme, you don't need to do that, it's fine..." he protests, but I've already made my mind to go get them.

"Nope, I want to" I solidify, not budging though I doubt he'll press me on it further.

"You seem to want to do a lot of taking care of me..." he observes, making me smile softly as I bring the shower head to his conditioned hair.

"I enjoy it mostly for selfish reasons, your flustered reactions while you try to act like you aren't affected and that you're this hard dude just- I don't know, make me feel satisfied. That being said, I don't just want to take care of you... I quite enjoy making you sexually frustrated as well" I tell him, my tone satin like as I keep my lips close to his ear, running my hand through his hair to help wash out the suds.

"I don't understand the shit that gets you off but it's weird as fuck" he grumbles, his eyes closed as the water streams over his face.