Living life as an around the clock dom was hard, but living as an around the clock sub was even harder. Satisfying? Yes. Enjoyable? Also yes. Annoying at times? Hell yes.
Well that was life for Emerson. His dominant, Micheal was no soft dom. He knew what he wanted and he knew just how to get it. He was a playful soul but he was not to be played with.
Emerson knew this of course, but that didn't stop him from tempting the beast. And that stupidity right there is exactly what landed him in this position. On a chair blindfolded and bound by the hands and ankles, sweaty and on high alert.
"Sir?." He calls out quietly. He'd be very quiet since he tied him up. Emerson finds it hard to tell if it's because he wants him to be in fear or if he's genuinely upset and plotting.
"I-..I'm sorry sir. I just wanted to get your attention is all. I promise I didn't mean any harm.." Emerson breathed out shamefully yet delicately.
"My attention?" Micheal scoffed. "To me it seemed like you wanted the attention of everyone in the whole damn building." Micheals voice was chilling and made goosebumps appear along Emersons body.
Faint touches on the inside of his thighs, dangerously close to his hardened dick, made him shiver in both pleasure and fear. "Tell me," Micheal paused his movements, causing Emerson to whine out, before moving close enough to his face to where Emerson could feel the heat radiating from him. ", how many men did you grind on tonight, hm? How many men got to lay their dirty hands on your precious body?"
Those words alone made Emerson's dick twitch in need, Michaels protectiveness was always one of his attractive traits and it never failed to have Emerson hot and bothered.
Truth is, Emerson didn't know. So many men groped and grabbed him tonight all right in front of his seething dom.
As it was more of a business party Micheal knew that he couldn't cause a scene but that didn't stop him from glaring at his business partners extra hard, just to send a message.
A hard grab of his face brought him back to now and made him realize that his silence was only angering his dom more.
Emerson clears his throat, "I'm not sure sir." He breaths out.
The blindfold heightened his senses so when he felt his dom move away and heard nothing but silence his anxiety rose, yet his dick couldn't help but raise as well.
As scary as it was to tempt his very intimidating dominant Emerson couldn't help but do it every now and then, the thrill it gave him made him hot like no other and the act of disobeying never failed to make his heart beat faster.
Emerson jumped when he felt soft touches along his thighs, trailing away and then coming back over and over again. He felt himself blush a bright red as his entire body shuttered in pleasure.
This punishment wasn't feeling like much of a punishment so far.
"Alright baby, it's time for some question and answering." Micheal finally spoke, his voice leaving Emerson in a trance.
"O-okay sir. What's your question?" Emerson gulps, knowing that this couldn't be anything close to good.
"What frustrates you more than anything? what gets you hot and bothered and your dick throbbing? Huh puppy?"
Fuck. Emerson thinks as he shudders from the pet name.
"Uhm- fuck sir. Uhm, fuck I can't." Emerson whines out as Micheals hands travel to his dick leaving faint touches all around.
"Cmon puppy, you know what I want to hear and it's not you bitching over a little bit of pleasure. Tell me what I wanna hear." Micheal says, gripping Emerson's dick firmly causing him to gasp out.
