Info - hard dom Timothée needs comfort, dom drop, BDSM scene, sex work industry, mention of hardcore sex, older fem reader, comfort, mention of drinking, body praise, praise kink, lactating reader, nursing handjob, tasting own cum
I removed the black gloves from my hands. I sighed happily, it was finally the end of the night. I ran a hand through my curls and shrugged on my coat.
"Out for the day Mr. Chalamet?" asked Bouncer Brummer. I nodded sleepily. He took pity on me.
Brummer helped keep the girls back as I made it to my car with the fingered windows. I knew that the lifestyle I lived could become a bit of an addiction. Those girls didn't want me for me, they needed me to feel a thrill they were chasing.
"Mr. Chalamet, normal route?" Asked my driver. I nodded, my throat raw from yelling at women for hours.
I was deep into the BDSM scene. I'd gotten into it in college for money and was kept for my fortunate looks. I'd soon become a bit of a high profile name in the industry. I was the hard dom man that it seemed many females wanted. It could go from just slaps, to chains, collars, and screaming.
I was a hot commodity but not a machine. When I finished a scene, aftercare was always a must. However, dom drop was real and I currently felt disgusted with myself. I was trying to calm myself as I got to my unique remedy.
I dragged my almost drooping body into the high priced apartment complex. I laid my head against the wall as I punched a number on the elevator. By the time I got to the right floor I was desperately holding back tears.
The hallway seemed too long but I finally made it to her door. She opened it in a a robe and I collapsed into her arms.
"Oof baby, rough night handsome?" She asked as she immediately began to massage my scalp.
"I feel like the devil," I sniffled.
"Come here baby," she said gently. She guided me to her couch, kicking closed the door behind her.
"You're not terrible," She told me. She pressed my head down onto her lap. I kicked off my shoes as she played with my hair.
Y/n and I had met one night in a club after I'd had a hard day at work. I'd been trying to use alcohol to calm down but I'd ended up not buying a drink. Just talking to her had mellowed me out.
When she'd taken me back to her apartment the sex we'd had was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. For the first time in years, I was not completely in charge. She'd babied me and used a soft voice that melted me completely and totally.
I didn't mind that she was older than me. I didn't mind that I was supposed to be a hardcore dom. This, her, was what I needed when my dom drop hit. She knew exactly what to do and say.
I breathed in her scent as she rubbed my back. She slowly undressed me after getting a nod of my consent.
"You're a good boy, they paid to be dommed by you. Plus you always give after are," she reminded me.
"I don't feel like a good boy," I said in a small voice.
"But you are one. You help so many people get sexual gratification," she promised me. She undid her robe and shifted it down her shoulders.
I was met with the sight of her perfect, milky, heaving breasts. I squirmed, feeling my cock harden. I bit my bottom lip and looked up at her with doe eyes.
"Yes, mommy's good boy can nurse," she promised me. She helped angle and support my head. Soon I was in the heaven that was drinking breast milk.
My mouth closed around her perky nipple. She kissed my forehead as the sweet substance ran down my throat.
"Good little boy," she soothed me with her ambrosia voice. For a little she rubbed my tummy, her fingers played with my bush. She took it slow, knowing my cock had, had it hard and fast all day. If I needed to cum again, she'd have to croon it out of me in her special mommy way.
I sighed happily, burying my face in her breast. I massaged her other one and felt the milk run down my hands.
"You're so pretty. You're such a good little prince. You don't need to worry about anything, I've got you. Mommy's got you," she soothed me. Her hands kneaded my soft skin and squeezed my ass.
"Promise I'm good?" I asked with tear filed eyes. Her comfort was washing away all my worries and guilt.
"I promise you," she whispered in my ear as her hand finally wrapped around my cock.
"Ahhh," I whimpered. Y/n, mommy, my mistress, smiled at me like I'd pleased her so much.
"Pretty boy, you like when I praise you?" She asked me. She was slowly pumping my dick which was quivering and soaked in precum.
"I do," I whispered, my cheeks bright red.
"And you love to breastfeed little one?"
"Y-yes mommy, I love that word too. Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy."
"It's okay, just listen and feel," she told me.
I relaxed into her completely. My lips latched on again and I drank. My cock pulsed in her hand as she gave me an amazing handjob. I started getting whiny towards the end and humping her hand. She told me it was okay and that I'd be a good boy if I came this way.
Finally, my cummies exploded all over us. She worked me through the orgasm and made certain to praise me over and over for the mess I made. This all happened as the sun was crawling up into the sky.
When I looked up at her she was shining with angelic pink and orange light. She was soft and smiling at me. She caressed my face and stuck her thumb into my mouth.
I suckled my cum off her finger all while I looked into her eyes. She was such a goddess. I snuggled closer to her, feeling happy with myself once again. I could deal with anything if I could have this afterward.
"Thank you mommy," I told her.
"Always, baby boy."
