Benedict Bridgerton Regency Imagines || Benedict Bridgerton

Beg (Short Drabble)

"Please...." Oh, he sounds just so beautiful when he pleads.

"You think you've earned the right yet?" Your laugh is cutting as you orbit him.

"No mistress", he bows his head, still on his knees with his hands by his side, just as you ordered.

"Beg...." You grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head upright until he's looking up into your eyes. "Beg to touch me, pretty boy," your words are harsh as you run a gloved finger over the contours of his cheekbone.

"Please, mistress, please let me touch you," he babbles.

You look down the line of his sculpted body to his cock, standing proud and leaking slightly. Oh, what a pretty boy.

"Hmmm, you're going to have to try harder than that", you hum, releasing his hair and moving behind him. He cries out as your hand spanks his reddened cheek.

"What do you say when I spank you?" You clip.

"Thank you", he responds quickly.

"That's right", you intone, "now let's try again. Beg"

"Please, mistress, I need to touch you. I need you so much, please. I can't go on without it. I crave you, please, please."

Oh, Benedict, yes, darling boy, you think.

"Hmmm, much better", you assess with a head tilt, now standing in front of him.

"For that, you can touch my foot", you determine.

"Thank you, mistress", he whispers.

His hands shoot out and touch your right foot, almost reverentially; his long fingers trace the lines of your veins and tendons. His touch becomes surer as you sigh gently. You place your hands on his shoulders, loving his hitch of breath as you do so, and pick the foot off the ground. His hands immediately encircle your foot, massaging your pressure points. Your moan is loud as he hits the tender spots you have.

"Oh, such a good boy", you commend, closing your eyes to indulge in the sensation... until you feel a pair of lips on your knee.

You withdraw your leg harshly from his grip.

"Did I fucking say you could kiss me?" You seethe.

"No, mistress. I'm so sorry, mistress. I got carried away." he rambles.

You grab his jaw. "Open your mouth, boy", you command. He does so willingly, and you push your thumb and forefinger inside, pinching his tongue. "You use this when I let you, not before. Do you understand me?." He nods as you continue to hold the fleshy pad, "Now you are lucky you are so talented with this mouth and tongue or else you'd be in much bigger trouble", you warn, giving one more pinch before you release.

You stand back slightly and watch as a bead of pre cum drips from his aching cock. You haven't touched him or let him touch himself all night.

"Look what a mess you are making of yourself, my pretty boy", your voice pitched in a way you know has him weak for you.

You reach down and swipe it up onto your glove as he groans loudly at the slight sensation on his neglected shaft. You smear it onto his lips and watch as his tongue flicks out without you even having to order it,

"Oh well done", you praise him. "For that, my darling boy, maybe you get another treat."

"Yes, please, mistress," he breathes, so keen and eager.