Good Boy (Fem Reader X ReptilianSpy)

Good Boy

"Awe, Spy...look at you shaking. Is this really what you've come to?" I asked the boy below me. I've had him here for at least an hour now. Bound to the posts of his bed, I see his lip begin to quiver. "Please..." he pleads with me. "Please what? Tell me what you want?" I say as I continue to grip his thighs, pulling him down to where his cock is aligned perfectly with my mouth. "P-Please...m-may I cum?" his voice is shattered. Broken. Perfect. I smile as I place my head between his thighs, running my tongue against every last vein that wraps around his toy. "That's what you're begging for? You want me to let you cum? Pathetic." I place my hand around the base of his cock, gently stroking him as I bite the inside of his thighs. "You're going to have to show me why you deserve to cum." I straighten myself at the end of his bed. "Do you understand me, Spy?" I begin removing the lower half of my clothing, leaving my underwear. "Y-yes." His mouth agape, his eyes burn through my remaining shirt and underwear as if they weren't still there. I'm above him again, as it should be. "You're going to eat my cunt, clownboy." I grab ahold of his jaw and bring his face to meet mine, as much as his restraints will let him move. "What do you say?" I love seeing him in this state. Completely fucked out. "Thank you." His tongue is already out and waiting. "Good boy." I release his jaw, allowing him to fall back to his place. I reach over to the side table where we keep all his toys, grabbing the old tie we typically use as a blindfold. Before wrapping it around his eyes, I can see the looks disappointed. "Oh...baby. You know the rules. You can't see and taste too...unless you're really good." I finish tying the blind around his eyes, removing my underwear next. I straddle his head, lowering myself to his ready tongue. Feeling him immediately begin working on me is fucking sensational. Lapping, sucking, biting. Fuck, I've taught him well. I sink lower onto his face as I grind against it. I grab the headboard in order to better steady my movements. He already has me shaking. "Fuck. Are you really that needy?" My breathing has certainly gotten heavier. No matter how hard I try to resist showing him just how good this shit makes me feel, I always give. "Fuck it." I groan in slight anger with myself. Caving again. I slide the tie off of his head, just to see his eyes fucking piercing through me. There is something so innocent, yet so lustful in them. He loves this just as much as I do, he's just more obvious about it. So fucking obvious. He's a puddle beneath me, trembling more and more with every lick. He adores being my bitch. A few his bangs sticking to the sweat on his forehead, the sight of him pushed me much farther than anticipated. I feel myself start to tense up as chills hug my entire body. I move one hand down from its white-knuckled grip on the headboard to grab his hair. "Don't you fucking stop." My hand in his hair is so tight, I'm surprisedhe isn't losing strands. He engulfs my pounding clit into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. I look at his coy little eyes as my entire body tightens with incredible intensity. Fucker. I won't hear the end of this. He knows what he's done. My vocals are evidence enough, completely forgetting my near collapse. I can almost feel his smile between my thighs. With the strength I've recovered, I remove myself from his face. I stand next to him on the floor, trying my best to compose myself. I suppose he's more than proven himself. I go back to my original place between his legs and take his cock in my mouth without hesitation. His whimpers and trembles soon turning into moans and borderline violent leg shakes, he begs me not to stop. I don't. That was our agreement, however, for being so coy about making me cum, he's lost his mouth privileges for tonight. I replace my mouth with my hand, continuing the pace I've set. "Is my Spy gonna cum?" I say in a semi-childish tone."Y-yes." "Then cum for me. I want to see you make yourself all messy." And with what I swear is a small tear, his bound, bruised, and exhausted body contracts. This is my favorite thing. Seeing his cum spill all over his stomach, some even reaching his chest. Seeing him writhe and scream, all because of what I've done...what I do. I step back and just take it all in. Fuck. It's like art. When his breathing finally steadies, I walk stand next to him and remove his restraints. His arms fell beside him with absolutely zero strength left. I sit on the edge of the bed, placing one his hands in my lap to hold. "What do you say?" "T-thank you."