Happy Sunday, all! Let's celebrate with the first installati..
🕑 Added 2022-07-10 22:14:51 +0000 UTC
Happy Sunday, all! Let's celebrate with the first installation in my newest erotica - Boy/Toy. This piece features a free use domination by yours truly including elements of in.tox play and some harder domme moments. Don't forget to tip if you enjoy it.
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Boy/Toy - pt 1.
The digital clock flicked over to 3 AM as you heard the door close and the abrupt whoosh of my jacket and keys hitting the counter. No sooner did the door latch than you could see the caged urgency in my body, crossing the room to where you drowsily lounged, stoned and halfway to sleep, the low volume of the TV droning you further into slumber.
I’d been out all night. You’d barely seen what I was wearing as I whisked out the door to head out with my friends or a date - something I hadn’t been quite clear on. But now you saw to full effect the slick reflection of latex and peeks of pale skin through mesh as I crossed the room with quick, deliberate steps, the insistent clack of my heels brooking no room for negotiation.
“Choose a safeword,” was all I said before I climbed into your lap, my hand reaching down to cup your balls as your cock hardened before your mind could catch up with the moment.
“Wha-?” you rasped out, startled and on the edge of sleep.
I squeezed your balls softly, just on the cusp of pain.
“Choose,” I said, “a safeword,” an edge of danger in my voice. I eased the pressure of my grasp to a firm, steady sweep of my thumb, gently weighing your balls in my palm, rubbing the pad of my thumb over them and down the hardening length of your cock.
Your mind reeled with the moment, trying to catch up through the fog of sleep and smoke. I wasn’t waiting for it. You could feel my grip tightening by degrees as the delicate sweep of my brow arched.
You hissed as my thumb skimmed over a sensitive spot causing your mind to swim and you to your eyelids to dip. “Yes ma’am - violet, ma’am.” You gasped.
I gave a little chuckle, feral smile stretching my face. “Ah!” I chastised, giving your length a soft pinch, "Not ma’am. Not miss. Just Mishka.”
I slid the flat of my palm up your length, watching your face contort with pleasure from inches away, savoring every moment, until I finally reached your belt, making quick work of it and flicking open the button of your pants.
You were already gasping for breath, completely overwhelmed by my sudden assault, and I hadn’t even touched you.
I unceremoniously slid your pants down as you arched your back scrambling for me to have access to you. You had no idea what I was doing but you desperately wanted to find out.
As soon as your cock sprang into view, my hand was around it, working you, pumping you in an agonizing rhythm.
“God I needed this,” was the only thing you heard me sigh before I lined you up with my hole and sank down onto your cock - no warning, just sudden molten heat, swallowing you inch by inch.
Instinctively you shifted your hips downward to begin thrusting and I fixed you with a venomous glare, pressing my hand to them, pushing you back against the couch and sinking further - achingly slowly now, a punishment for not waiting for me.
The message was clear. You were my toy and this was for me. Stay still and let me take what I need.
I tipped my head back, baring the length of my neck to you in the pale glow of the TV light, my curls cascading down my back and it looked almost obscene when I began to ride.
It was a slow churn of my hips, perfectly tuned to give me just what I needed and with the sounds falling from my lips I wasn’t going to leave any of that to the imagination.
I rode you. And it took all you had to stay still, to let me take you exactly as I wanted. You shook with need, but I pressed my palm to your chest and locked gazes with you and you knew without doubt that this would be done my way or not at all.
For all the heat between my legs you couldn’t tear your attention from my gaze, intently watching your face, milking sound after sound out of your throat with my hips. I was studying you, torturing you, putting you to use in a way you never knew you craved, and drinking in every moment.
And then I let loose, tipped my head back and slid into rapture, pulling sound after sound out of you, you watched me sink into a world of bliss. Freed from the pressure of my gaze, you drank me in, from the plain pleasure on my face down the milky stretch of my neck, to the sway of my breasts, your hands on my hips, and finally to where we joined, your thick cock plowing in and out of my soaking slit just exactly as I needed it. It was more than you could take. You felt the pressure starting to build with a slow keen in your chest.
At your first twitch inside of me you felt my hand on your throat, sudden and immediate, the tilt of my palm locking your gaze with mine, green, hard and unwavering.
“Don’t you dare.”
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