One Shots

Jamie & Louis Tomlinson

 Sitting at the end of the bed, I fumble with the ribbons on my stockings trying to swallow down my nerves. Upstairs, I hear the front door slam shut and the sound of Master setting his things down. As his footsteps trudge up the stairs, I feel my heart start to hammer in my chest. As the door creaks open, I watch through my lashes as Master makes his way over to me. I can’t help but blush, as his thumb runs over my cheek.

“How is my little Jamie?” Master breathes.

“I’m well, sir,” I swallow. “How’s my Master?”

“I’m well myself, darling,” Master smiles. “You look rather fetching tonight, if I do say so myself.”

“As do you, Master,” I squeak.

“Why are you so nervous, Kitten?”

“I don’t know, to be honest.”

“Nothing to be nervous about, love.”

“Master, are we doing the same things as before?”

“That’s only if you behave,” Master smirks.

Standing before me, he slips his blazer off his broad shoulders, his white button-down shirt stretching over his broad chest. Licking my lips, I keep my hands knotted in my lap as I watch him unbutton his dress shirt.

“Can I help you, Master?” I dare.

Stopping, Master looks at me, his tongue slipping out the corner of his mouth. Eyeing me, he nods warily, holding out a hand for me. Slipping my hand in his, I steady myself on my feet before reaching out and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Pushing it from his shoulders, I stare up at him, my fingers finding the perfectly curled ends of my hair.

“Darling,” Master smiles. “Do you remember how we begin?”

“On my knees?” I test.

“Good girl,” he nods. “You remembered, now on your knees my pretty girl.”

Slowly, I seat myself on my knees while Master unzips his dress pants. As he pulls his cock free, I slide my hands up his thighs. Master swats my hands away, grasping my chin and forcing me to look up at him.

“You don’t touch me,” he warns, raising an eyebrow. “It’s just your pretty little mouth tonight.”

Nodding up at him, I part my lips as he slips the head of his cock into my mouth. Enveloping my lips around the plush crown, I look up at him, gazing, as he leans his head back on his neck. With his mouth agape, Master places one hand in my hair wrapping it around his fist, the other cupping my jaw. Taking him deeper, I twist my head slightly so I have all of him. Master chokes out a moan, the fist wrapped in my hair pulling me off his cock. Peeking up at him, Master’s staring down at me shaking his head.

“Do you know what you did wrong, Jamie?” Master chuckles.

“No, sir,” I answer.

“You’re not allowed to surprise me like that,” he explains. “Now get on the bed.”

Getting up on my feet, Master pushes me back down on my knees.

“No no,” he smiles, shaking his head. “You’re going to crawl there.”

Nodding, I shift myself onto my hands making my way over to the bed. Master walks around me, standing at the corner of the bed. Crawling onto the bed, Master grabs me underneath my arms turning me over on my back. With my head on the bed, I gaze up at Master as he fists his cock pumping himself. Grasping both of my cheeks, Master lifts my head up sliding his cock back into my mouth. Rocking his hips, he thrusts his cock deeper down my throat. Fighting back my gag reflex, I wrap my lips tighter around him. Master speeds up, his low groans echoing in my ears. Moaning onto his cock, I grab the back of his thighs pulling him closer to me. Master’s cock swells up, giving me the advantage to slide my tongue along the underside. Arching his back, he thrusts repetitively filling my mouth. As he finishes up, I feel some of his cum slide out of the corners of my mouth. Pulling himself free, Master pulls me off the bed so I’m standing before him.