Info - mommy kink, obsessed and whipped man, thigh fucking, cumming too soon, Adam's family au kinda, riding crop whipping, soft and hard domme, mention of oral, love making
"It is such beautiful weather outside," Timothée said as he looked at the steady downpour.
"Absolutely delightful," I replied. I was petting a spider I'd found in the gardens. It was large for its species and I loved it.
"There's something different about you my love," Timothée mused. He leaned against the window and surveyed me.
"You noticed," I cooed. "I'm wearing midnight black instead of charcoal, I find it brings out my bone structure in a horridly lovely way."
"Everything about you is horrid and lovely," Timothée complimented me.
"You sound quite infatuated, and possibly a bit horny," I mused with twisted lips.
"Maybe," he giggled.
"Go on then you fiend," I chuckled.
"You know our anniversary is on Halloween, otherwise known as the best day of the year."
"Yes, and that isn't until the end of the month you cheeky boy," I said and chucked him under the chin.
"I couldn't help myself," he said with a giddy excitement.
"You always torture yourself about what to get me, and you know that's my job only," I winked
"Exactly!" He said and produced a a riding crop. The flat end was shaped like a skull. My eyes went wide and bright.
"Oh you," I crooned. "It looks expensive! You know you aren't supposed to buy such lavish gifts without telling me."
"Punish me?" He said. He wasn't challenging me, he was practically begging me.
"Clothes off," I ordered. I brandished the crop like the wand of a fairy god mother as Timothée eagerly disrobed.
"Excellent," I smirked as I looked over his body. His cock was hard and drops of precum dribbled from his slit. He was rubbing his thighs together needily.
"Ready mommy," he said with big adoring eyes.
"You know I only do this because I love you," I said to him.
"Of course, I need it. It's my pleasure to take it?" He nodded.
"Turn around," I said. He did as I asked. He bent over the table. His thick cock was still leaking. I ran the leather over his balls. He moaned desperately. I smiled smugly.
"Feel good?" I crooned.
"S-so good," he nodded. I tapped his balls with the flat end. He was shaking slightly, his knees wobbling.
"Oh honey."
"Cock is heavy," he whimpered.
"Already?"
"You know how to make it that way so easily mommy," he nodded. I stayed still got a moment. I wondered if he'd move. He stayed still like a good boy. I slapped his ass with the crop.
"Oh mommy!" He said in complete and utter gratitude. I loved how whipped he was for me.
"Another! Another! I'm yours!" He wailed. I whipped the leather across his bare ass again. I got a delicious tingle in my core as he whined. I was still fully clothed.
"Mommy, I'm dedicated to you. I belong to you. I am completely and wholly yours," he promised.
"Turn around you," I ordered. He moved swiftly. He spun and grinned at me in a love sick way. He was already headed towards sub space.
"You love mommy don't you?" I crooned.
"With my whole perverted heart," he swooned. I giggled at that.
I began to slowly remove my clothing. I was smiling at him and if this was a cartoon, his eyes would be hearts. I shook out my hair once I was completely naked. He still looked at me with the same amount of adoration he had on our wedding day.
"Come hear you," I said with arms open wide. He jumped into my arms. Before I knew quite what was happening, he'd begun to fuck his cock in between my thighs.
"What are you doing darling?" I asked.
"I can't help it, you're the most beautiful thing on this earth," he moaned. He was gasping as he pumped his dick in and out.
"Oh Timothée," I breathed. I was kissing him sloppily now. I was on fire for him. We touched one another everywhere. Skin on skin and hands in hair and tangling together. His breath was my breath as he enjoyed the thickness of my thighs and the softness that engulfed him.
"You are very whipped aren't you," I chuckled into his mouth.
"So whipped. You are my god, my deity, I live to worship you," he panted. His hands grabbed handfuls of my breasts. I was tingling and excited. I loved when he became needy in this way. He was addicted.
"You are my muse, my submissive, my forever," I promised him. I made an attempt to lift him onto the table. I stumbled a bit but got him up. He was still thrusting his cock between my thighs. Every time he did this it brushed my clit. I felt teased beautifully.
"Oh mommy, I love laughing with you," Timothée giggled because I'd almost fallen. It made me so overjoyed that he didn't see me as any less a Dom because if almost dropped him. We simply adored one another completely and wholly. I loved that we could laugh and yet be immensely turned on.
"I love it too," I promised.
I backed up a bit. I massaged circles on my swollen clit. He was cursing in French as his wide eyes watched me.
"She longs for you," I crooned as I spread my pussy lips.
"Oh mommy!" He gasped. "Come to me!"
"On my way," I agreed. His cock was there again, rubbing in between my thighs.
"Don't you want inside? Mommy's snug pussy is waiting," I asked.
"A lil more," he whined. "Wanna worship like this a little more. Wanna feel the softness and thickness a bit more. Wanna- oh fuuuuck!"
He couldn't take it any longer. Ropes of cum were squirting from his cock. I felt them coat the backs of my legs. I looked into his eyes and cupped his jaw as he finished off his orgasm. He was biting his lip and whimpering as he gazed at me.
"You didn't mean to cum so soon did you?" I asked.
"Uh no," he said sheepishly.
"It's okay, let's take a shower and you can eat me out until I'm squirting and moaning," I winked.
"Oh fuck y/n!" He exclaimed. He looked grateful and blushy, but ever so happy.
"You really are perfect!"
"I know, but so are you," I smiled and kissed his nose.
