Chapter 1
“Beautiful”
He’s on his hands and knees, his cheeks already flushed a crimson red, my hands stinging in triumphant unison with his bare flesh.
I spread his cheeks with my gloved hands, licking methodically, listening intently for every sound he makes. Learning him. Studying him. Using him.
I pause, glancing underneath.
“Such a needy slut.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Strands of precum cling between him and the floor like a delicate web, his cock diamond-hard and desperate for attention.
“Pay attention.”
I yank the chain attached to his cuff, the sudden pull straightening his posture immediately.
I caress his hole before slipping two fingers inside, tightening my grip on the chain as I feel him tense beneath me.
“Take it like a good boy,” I purr.
My hand closes around his cock as I push deeper, his need making my PVC gloved fingers slick.
“Only I get to drain you.”
His legs tremble as I work him, watching every reaction.
“Do you want my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I withdraw my fingers and reach for the strap-on, coating it until it’s slick.
I spit against him, rubbing the tip teasingly against his tight entrance before slowly easing it inside.
His need gives way to a moan.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Back up on it.”
He begins rocking on all fours, letting the dildo slide in and out as I hold it steady, watching him take every inch.
His breathing tells me everything I need to know. The urgency. The desperation. The need to be used.
I smile.
I’m going to show him.
Without warning, I reach around and take hold of his throat, pulling him back into a kneeling position while the cock remains inside him. His gasp only fuels my intention.
“You want to cum for me?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You want to show me just how much you can be drained?”
My grip tightens around him.
“Fuck, yes, Mistress.”
“Then fucking cum, slut.”
He needs little encouragement.
He wants it.
He needs it.
He needs to cum on the floor like the dirty, needy slut he is.
I pull his arms behind him, holding him firmly by the wrists as his body finally gives in, his release spilling onto the floor beneath him.
And I simply watch.
Triumphant.
Good boy.
