$mutty$uicide

dom

      My knees hurt, the stinging pressure building after kneeling for so long. All I could do is wait for Ruby to come back, and so far it feels like it's been hours even though I'm sure it's been barely 5 minutes. My mind's racing, wondering what he could have in mind as a reward for  maintaining this position. The sound of his boots coming down the hall causing me to sit up straighter, I could feel myself already getting wet.

      His curly brown hair was pulled up into a bun, his jacket left open to reveal the band t shirt underneath, his shorts revealing his tattooed calves, a pair of black combat boots finishing the look. He got to be fully dressed while I had to sit -well, kneel- in only the black thong he had picked out, my black bralette, and the thick leather collar he had locked around my neck.

      "Looks like my pretty little pet has learned to follow the rules," he chuckled, placing two fingers under my chin to tilt my head up, our eyes locking. Yesterday I tried to be too cocky and ended up getting flogged. The welts on my ass guaranteed that I wouldn't forget who was in charge anytime soon.

     He stuck his foot forward between my knees, pushing them further apart. I whimpered, partially from the pain in my knees, and partially from how much I wanted him.

     The back of his hand slapped across my cheek, stinging as tears threatened to spill. "Didn't we agree on no noises baby? Daddy can't let you cum if you can't listen." I nodded.

      Our eyes met again, his lips turning up into a smirk as he pressed the cold leather of his boot against my heat. It took everything in me to not purr as he slowly moved it back and forth. He hasn't let me cum in over a week, I was definitely touch starved to say the least. He bit his lip as he watched me blush and struggle to keep quiet, continuing to tease me over my panties, chuckling as I tried to rub against his boot even more.

     "What a pathetic little slut," he cooed, the softness in his voice causing me to get even wetter, "So desperate to cum that you're willing to hump against daddy's boot," he scoffed, turning to walk towards the couch, sitting before calling me over, "You can try baby, and if this doesn't work then I guess you can have another week of no cumming."

     Another week? My cheeks were burning as I moved towards the couch, ending up with his boot between my thighs. We'd never done this before, but he knew how much I loved the punk look on him, especially the combat boots.

      He stroked my hair, nodding as if to tell me to start. I rested my head against his knee, trying to hide my blushing face as I rolled my hips, grinding myself against his boot. My panties were soaked, and I had to put my hand over my mouth to stifle my whimpers and moans. He was right. I was pathetic.

     My hair was pulled back, forcing me to look up at him as I continued grinding. His eyes glazed over with lust, two of his fingers pushing into my mouth. He bit his lip as I sucked on them, turning into a smirk as he watched me quicken my pace. I felt the heat building in my core, my eyes closing and my mouth falling open as I came.

     "Up."

     I followed his orders, standing up onto my shaky legs in front of him. He pulled me into him, making me straddle his lap. My hands found the zipper on his shorts, fumbling until I managed to free his hard cock. He pushed up into me, gripping my hips as he moved me up and down on his cock, using me as a glorified pocket pussy. Our lips met, his tongue forcing its way in, our kiss deep and hungry, pulling away only briefly for him to moan, and for me to try to hold mine back.

       He moved his lips down to my neck, biting hard as he fucked me. A moan slipped out of my throat, causing him to bite harder, slam me down on his cock harder. The heavy heat returned to my core, I could feel myself tightening, whimpering as I came all over his cock, him quickly following.

     My head rested on his shoulder as I tried to regain my breath, his hands trailing up and down my back. Our lips met again, softer this time, his hand caressing my cheek.

     "Thank you daddy."