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Pretty Please?

I was a submissive man, at all times. In the bedroom, eating breakfast, or even watching movies.

I wasn't much of a brat, mainly getting punished for back talking or teasing. I wanted to be good for my mommy, wanting to be praised for it as well. I loved getting praised, it made my stomach twist.

Beverly was a very good dominant, beautiful too. She had this way of words, made me weak to the knees every time. Her praises sent shocks down to my cock, even with a simple "good boy".

"Bill, can you come here sweetheart?"

Bev's voice rang through our house, catching my attention from the couch. A bowl of half eaten strawberries sitting on the coffee table.

"Yeah, I'll b-be there in a s-second!" I replied, hurrying to her study where she sat at her desk, working on some unknown task.

I stood in the doorframe, forming a simple, "Y-Yes ma'am?"

"I'm feeling a little stressed, could you help me?" She questioned, pushing her rolling chair back so I could get in front of her. With no words, I stood facing her, waiting my next command.

She patted her lap, making explosions go off in my stomach, but I complied anyways. While I slipped into her lap, her hands immediately went to my lower back.

"Good boy, always so obedient." Her voice whispered, almost to herself. A small whine escaped my lips. She smiled before her lips were on mine in the heated kiss, my hand moving to rest on her shoulder. Her lips are always so soft. She tasted faintly of strawberries, most likely from our little snack earlier. I felt her small hand manure it's way under my shirt, rubbing my spine. The contrast between her warm, delicate touch and my cold skin felt phenomenal.

We finally pulled away, much to my disappointment. I couldn't contain my arousal, needing her to touch me. Without words, she tapped my thigh, signaling she wanted me to stand.

Scrambling off her lap, I leaned against her desk. To my surprise, she stood up herself.

"Sit, I'm going to grab something from our room. Do not move a muscle.", her stern voice commanded, making me immediately nod and sit. My stomach churned at how easily I obeyed, how submissive I actually was.

Her beautiful figure disappeared from the room, leaving me and my boner alone. What could she be grabbing? My mind filled with possibilities. A cock ring, a gag, a whip? I haven't been bad, I've been good for my Beverly. Always.

It felt like an entirely before she came back, making me pipe up in excitement.

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Beverly's P.O.V

Coming back to see my baby boy so happy to see me, I couldn't ask for more. I hid the items behind my back, wanting to surprise Bill.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I put my finger to his lips. He got the hint and closed his mouth, looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes. Begging. Wanting. "You'll get to speak when I tell you to, will you be a good boy for mommy?"

My words were met with a smile and nod.

I trap his lips in mine, needing to distract him. While he kissed me hungrily, I handcuffed each hand to the arms of my office chair. Shocked, he pulled back. I was met with a confused expression, making me feel powerful.

"Can't have you touching me without permission, I don't think you want a punishment, right?". He shook his head, a small, deep whine escaping his throat.

In an instant, I'm on my knees. Just to tease, I unbutton my blouse. Nothing underneath but a small, revealing lace black bra. Of course I had planned this. I messily pulled my hair back into a claw clip that was left on my desk, toying with the drawstrings of Bill's sweatpants.

I decided to show some mercy, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down to reveal his pretty cock. I take it into my hand, hearing a small groan above me. My lips curl into a smile as I kiss along the shaft, hearing sweet sounds emitting from Bill's mouth. I lick a long stripe from his balls to the very top of his tip, having to hold his hips down from bucking into my touch.

Finally giving in, I take him in my mouth. A gasp was heard from Bill, giving me satisfaction. As I bobbed my head, I licked the veins on the underside of his cock, savory the salty pre-cum threatening to spill from his tip,

I heard the handcuffs jingle, looking up to see Bill strain in my office chair. His arms flexing and unflexing with every bob of my head. Bill's words started to slur, signaling he was close. Deciding to give him satisfaction, I hollow my cheeks.

I gagged as his cum rushed down my throat, filling my mouth to the brim. As I pulled away from him, saliva and semen ran down my chin. Whilst making eye contact with Bill, I licked my lips sensually, just to tease.

"Can I please be inside you ma'am? Pretty please." Bill's whimpering voice rang out, my mouth watering at the thought. Grabbing the extra condoms from a drawer in my desk, handing them to Bill, after I unlocked the handcuffs, while I worked off my clothes. Knowing he liked to pick the positions, I let him move me. I ended up sitting on my desk with my legs wrapped around his waist.

Once the condom was on, Bill lined up. I braced myself for him, knowing it's been a while since I've taken him.

Once I was ready, I nodded, giving him the in.

The stretch was an intoxicating burning feeling. Once I felt like it was too much, he was only halfway in. Tears pricked my eyes, whimpers left mouth. It only took Bill a minute or two for me to fully take him to the hilt.

I looked up, making direct eye contact with Bill.

His face was flushed, even the tips of his ears. His hair messy from the commotion, pupils blown wide from lust. It was a sight for sore eyes.

Bill gave a few experimental thrusts, making me turn into putty.

Although he is a top, he knows that I'm in charge.

"Fuck baby, go faster. Fuck mommy like you mean it.", I panted. I will admit, I was desperate. To little surprise, he picked up the pace.

I cried out when he lifted one of my legs, hitting me even deeper. He pounded into me, making me feel full every time he entered me fully.

Pants, moans, whimpers, profanity, praises, and skin against skin echoed throughout my office. I knew the neighbors couldn't hear, due to the soundproof, but I was still concentrating on minimizing my sound. Bill grabbed onto one of my breasts, leaning down to lap at my nipple. It was all too much. His cock hitting my special spot, his mouth. Just when I thought it couldn't get better, Bill rubbed my clit at a fast pace.

He only did that when he was nearing his high. The contact triggered my orgasm, making me arch my back and cry out.

Whimpers emitted from the brunette, signaling he was too close to ask for permission.

"Cum fo-shit! Cum for me.."

The words were meant to be commanding, but came off as a whine. Luckily, I wasn't called out for it.

A minute of harsh thrusting later and he was filling the condom.

Bill picked me up and sat in the chair, putting me in his lap.

We stayed like that for a while, with him inside me. I stroked his hair while whispering small nothings in his ear.

I couldn't have asked for a better lover.

(Lol this was so late, I started writing it Dec. 2nd. Stay safe, love you 🫶)