My One For Half A Million

pure smut

     He's taller than I am, he's stronger than I am, he's bigger in every way than I am. But he's so weak in the knees with lust that he didn't even try to fight when I bent him over my bed. While one hand gently tugged at the hair on the back of his head, my other hand slowly rubbed his ass.

     Burying his face in my bedsheets didn't muffle his whimpers much.

     "Im going to tie your hands and feet to my bedframe," I whispered in his ear, "and then I'm going to abuse your hole. Okay pretty boy?"

     I couldn't make out what he whined into the cloth, so I used the chunk of hair I had ahold of to pull his head back. "I need consent," I said. 

     "Yes, please Miss," he cried. His face was already flushed and tear stained, and I realized the vibrator was still going. I reached around him to unzip his pants, and pulled them away, murmuring, "I hope for your sake you haven't cum without permission again."

     "I haven't I haven't I haven't I haven't."

     I lightly slapped his ass, and he whined, arching his head up. His eyes were shut tight, and some strands of hair were sticking straight up.

     I stood up. "Get yourself in position, pretty boy, I'll be right back." It was a quick trip in and out of the closet, and I came out with a strap-on firmly attached.

     He was spread out face down on my bed, and I praised him for his obedience as I tied his wrists and ankles to the bedpost. Slathering us both up with lube, I began rubbing the silicone toy up and down his ass, slowly, and watched him grip his restraints as he withheld cries. I tapped his thighs further apart and slowly slid in, then forced myself in with a groan. Yelps escaped his mouth, and I shoved his face sideways onto the blanket.

     "Slut," I muttered, and smacked his ass.

     Slowly, I fell into a rhythm, grinding my hips against his ass, one hand pressed into his lower back, the shiny ring sparkling up at me, the other hand gripping his thigh. His moans got louder when I sped up, and I had to slow down some in fear someone would hear. He was taking it so well I almost felt bad for my plan of punishing him all night.

...

      "Im gonna cum," he cried, "I'm gonna cum!"

     I slapped his ass harder, and pushed his face even harder into the mattress. "Not without my permission you're not," I growled.

     "Im sorry," his voice was reaching an intensity I hadn't hear from him before. "You called me that name and I- I couldn't help it, I'm sorry!"

      "Color?" I asked.

      His back spasmed, and he shouted "Green," at me, pressing his ass as far back onto the strap as he could manage, bound as he was.

      "Okay pet, what pet name was it?"

     Tears were streaked down his face, and there were red and white prints on his ass from where I'd been spanking him. "Little one," he choked out.

     "I called you little one and you lost control so much you came without permission?"

     As turned on by this as I was, it was still grounds for punishment, and I had no plan of slowing down the rate at which I was fucking into him. To be fair, though, he obviously liked it.

     "Yes," he moaned, gabbing for anything he could. "Yes, miss," he corrected when I twisted my fingers tightly into his hair.

     "If you cum now, little one-" gasps from him- "I will not hesitate to punish you, harshly, all night. But if you let me flip you onto your back and ride you, and if you don't cum until I do, and until I say you can, then I might just take it easy on you tonight."

     He was sobbing, and his head was nodding so quickly I was worried he'd get hurt. "Please ride me, let me make you feel good," he whimpered.

     I reached down and undid the ties at his feet, then reached down and undid the ties at his wrists, and dropped the strap to the floor as quickly as I dropped myself down onto his dripping length. He'd been fucked so thoroughly he was twitching in me, and though he tried to grip my hips, he was too weak from the pleasure.

     It didn't take long for me to cum, but when he got visibly excited, bucking his hips up into me, my hands wrapped around his neck. "Not yet."

     I smiled wickedly at the look on his face, and barely kept my eyes from rolling back at the way he throbbed inside of me. He wanted to cum, he couldn't hold it much longer.

     So I placed his hand near my thighs, and he got to work rubbing my clit. With this, and the arousal I got from watching his face contort every time my pussy clenched his (most likely aching by now) dick, it didn't take much longer for me to cum a second time. I threw my head back and strung my hands across his chest, moaning for my little one my pretty boy, to cum, and to cum now before I changed my mind. He didn't hesitate.

     I bounced on his cock for a few seconds, making sure I was thorough, and then got off, leaning down and kissing his jaw.

     "I'm so proud of you," I whispered. His eyes quickly lit up, and I coyly said, "so I'll only edge you a couple dozen times. That should teach you your lesson, right?"

      "I've learned my le-"

      "Shh, shh-shh-shh-shh. You'll have learned a lesson when I think you've learned a lesson, right little one?"

      Arousal sparked back up in his face, and I made a mental note to use that more often. He really liked it as evidenced by how easy it was to get him to nod enthusiastically at his own punishment.

      "Good boy," I cooed.

...

     About an hour later, Xy's sweaty, sobbing, shaking, overstimulated body slumped against my pillows, barely holding back screams of pleasure as I allowed him to orgasm. I'd considered pulling away at the last instant, ruining the orgasm after making him chase it for so long, but I couldn't be so cruel when he grabbed my wrists and whined out several 'thank you's as I counted down for him.

     "Good boy," I said, running my fingers across the lower lip of his gasping mouth. His face followed my hand as I pulled it away, so I caressed his cheek.

     He was obviously very worn out. "What can I do for you, pretty boy? You need a bath? Water? I have hot chocolate?"

     He held his arms up to me, limp as they were. I hesitated, but they wrapped around me and pulled me in, pressing me to his damp, heaving chest. A hand petted my hair, and he tucked my neck into the crook of his neck.

      "Just like this," he murmured, "just stay with me like this."

      Hesitantly, my hand came to rest on his arm, and I smiled.