WET DREAMS - FEMDOM EROTICA

*Chapter 24*

He was in her house, sitting on the couch, right beside her. But with enough distance between them.
“What are you thinking about?” She questioned with a tone that did not seem aided.

“N-nothing.” He quickly stuttered, and took another sip of the water, clutching the glass tightly as the flow of distress rushed into his skin.

“Are you stressing about the punishment?” She questioned as she stood up, wanting to discard the bitter tension. She had never been a fan of the bitter environments. It always ate her serenity.

He could not answer her question. He did not know how to. So, the silence grew heavier with his fluttering eyes, stressing her even more. “You just have to deny me if you’re scared.” She added, alarming him even more.

“No! No, that’s not it.” He stammered, adding, “I was just thinking that I made another mistake when I did not want to displease you.” He went on, “I mean, I have already made a mistake to get a punishment.”

His words made her titter. How naïve he was.

His words flashed through her with the possibility that he might not know what punishment meant in their relationship.

“You don’t know what I meant by punishment, right?” He found himself caught off guard by this question, but he did not wish to lie to her as well.

So, he nodded, not expecting her to move so close to his face, and raised his chin to look up at her.

“I promise it’s not the type of punishment you’d not want again.” She whispered in a tone that drove him to tranquility yet discomfort.
What did she mean?

Punishment is supposed to hurt and be a warning for further mistakes. How could someone want to be punished then?

“After I punish you, you’d want to be punished again and again.” She went on and gently grasped his wrist, leading him to stand on his feet.

“Just remember your safe word. That’s the most important thing.” She added and abruptly planted her lips on his, freezing him on his feet with astonishment.

Why was she kissing him? It was supposed to be a punishment.

“But I must say.” Withdrawing her lips, she whispered, “I’m kind of disappointed that you didn’t search for it.” And passionately kissed him once again.

Suddenly, the surrounding aura altered from serene and distressed to dark and passionate, causing the soul within him to jitter.

His body warmed up and mellowed as she wrapped her arms around him. His lips gave in as she nipped and licked his lips, lustrous and slippery.

Her lips were taking his breath away, making him lose his strength and grip her shoulders to help him stand.

He wanted to kiss her back with the same passion, but before he could, her lips parted, leaving the lingering sensation behind as well as his mouth open.

“I’m going to punish you for the three grave mistakes you’ve committed.” She whispered, “Do you remember the first mistake?”

His hands stressed on her shoulder, clutching them tightly. He felt his ears burning, and his heart pounding profoundly in his chest. Because the reason was echoing in his mind like the words of a prayer, but he could not word them.

“Tell me.” She noticed the bashfulness coloring his cheeks and drew his wandering eyes at her. “You’ve said things dirtier than that. You can surely say it.”

He gulped down the courage and inhaled the dominance she was portraying and spoke, “I wasn’t looking at you when I was cumming inside of you.”

He had whispered those words like he didn’t want to say it, leading her to chuckle even more.

“That’s right.” She then seized his wrist and began walking towards her room, adding, “Ignoring me for so many days is the second mistake.”

Her feet stopped near her bed and she turned around, grasping his shoulders, “Being late to come to me is the third.” She added and began taking off his t-shirt.

“Do you understand?” She questioned and swiftly took his t-shirt off of his body, advancing to remove his pants from his skin.

“Yes.” He stuttered and suddenly her hands stopped, leaving his pants hanging on his knees. “Are you forgetting something? Or should I make it four?”

For a second, he did not understand her at all, but instantly realized his mistake. “Yes, Mommy!”

“Good boy!” Pleased, she said and returned her hands to take his pants off. “Go sit there.” She further added, watching him immediately obey and sit on the edge of the bed.

“Start rubbing your cock.” She ordered, pulling the chair right in front of him. “Do it like you usually do it.” She went on and sat on the chair, crossing her legs and arms.

He exhaled at her words, staring at her and his cock back and forth, letting the silence corrupt him once again. He felt too bashful to do what she had asked for.

His hands did not seem to move from the mattress at all.

“What are you waiting for?” She boomed, pulling him out of his anxious mind and he immediately answered, “Sorry, mommy!”

Her dominance and dark eyes, which were not moving an inch away from his hands, captured his body in shame and obedience.

He found himself unable to breathe at the tightness he felt around his body by just her eyes. His whole body was burning, his mind shouting at him many words he could not understand.

Everything seemed like a fire, swallowing him whole. And the only way to soothe the fire he saw was doing as she had asked him to do.

His palm moved, trembling, and touched his clothed length, sending a quick jolt down his spine, announcing that there were many to come.

“You just touched your dick.” She smirked at the reaction of his body, “And you’re acting like I’ve already fucked you hard. What would happen when I actually fuck you hard?”
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