Mistress's Good Boy (BWWM)

Chapter 11

And then the whole idea leaves my head when Un falls from her lips. And the feel of an unbearable pressure pushes on my chest filling the space of my head. It is Will violating me mentally, intimately. And I don't like it one bit.

"Miss Ama'Rose, do not fight your biology, relax let it guide you," The warmth skirts out and Mistress Buchanan hums in praise. "That's it, let it go." It happens, happens quick and effortlessly. Almost scary. Will's presence is gone compacted away from my body and squashed back into his own. He goes taunt eyes rolling into the back of his head as he bites viciously onto his bottom lip, whining in desperation. He's already on the ground, on his knees, but something maybe a switch, forces him lower. Will's chest presses to the wood of the floor, nails raking down leaving light engravings. He grinds his pelvis into the wood whilst crying out.

"Fuck! Oh fuck, stop, stop," I look down at him withering on the floor and I feel powerful. More powerful than I've ever felt in my entire life. I take a small step forward and then another more confident one until I'm right in front of the man. He wastes no time in gripping onto my feet pressing the dampness of his forehead to the curve of my foot. His breath ghosting over the skin in warm puffs. "Please, please, I'll be so good, mmh." And oh my god. He is actually crying. Showing me his weakest most vulnerable demeanor, trusting me to...take care of him? Of his needs?

"Reel it in Ama'Rose." But... I don't want to. I want to leave the mark of my presence deep in his skin. Have him opened, frayed for all to bear witness of the man I broke and rebuilt. Have him worship me and in turn, I'll spare my attention, the softness of my caress, breathless promises. A seat at my feet.

"Mistress, please." He calls to me. Enchanting and tantalizing. I almost give in, but Ms. Buchanan lays a heavy hand on my shoulder grounding me back to my solid body. Pushing the haze from my mind clearing my vision. I give my head a firm shake and twist my leg away from the man. My presence reels away from him and tingles underneath my skin leaving small goosebumps and raised hairs. Will seems to freeze breathing slow as he gazes blankly at the floor, confused obviously, and looking blissed out of his mind. Mistress Buchanan chuckles and nods.

"Yes, marvelous now, praise him," She says stroking the skin of her arms, prowling the area. "Praise him and watch." Will still looks out of his mind, but I do what I am told and shower him in comfort and appraisal.

"You did good, so good. You were such a good boy for me absolutely perfect. So stunning." It comes easier then what I expected, and the praises are genuine and encouraging. Will closes his eyes murmuring quietly as a light tint of red dusts his cheeks. He buries his head in the crook of his arm and muffles the rest of the soft noises leaving his mouth.

"Dear William, I didn't expect you to go under so fast, my goodness miss Ama'Rose you're quite gifted," Will huffs and tries to pick himself from the floor, but his limbs have gone all noodle like and they tremble before collapsing underneath his weight. Mistress Buchanan tuts and presses the bottom of her heel to the widespread of his back, pressing slowly until he slumps to the floor in defeat. "Relax my love." He closes his eyes sighing in deep through his nose. The woman leaves her shoe on his back until he's completely boneless on the floor, only then does she lift her foot.

"Now, back to you," She crosses the floor until she's standing in front of the dark mahogany wood of the desk. She rounds it to take a seat in the chair gracefully and poise. She reaches underneath to retrieve a long rectangular box. Ms. Buchanan stands skirting the desk until she's back in front of me. "For you, a welcoming gift." I take the box feeling the weight of it, gently shaking it only to hear a soft rattling. I stop in fear of breaking the gift.

"Now remember how you felt today, the power, the control. You do not bow to anyone, you make people bow to you. You're a strong Dom and I know for a fact you'll be one of the greatest." She touches my cheek smiling soft as she traces the line of my jaw. She hooks her fingers underneath my chin and tilts my head up until I'm staring at an elevation.

"Head up," She presses my shoulders back smoothing her hand down my spine until it goes straight, ramrod. Pushes my stomach in and circles. She nods eyes sparkling. "Narrow your eyes a bit." I comply and at that, she outright laughs clapping her hands joyously.

"Look dear William, does she or does she not look like a prime example of a dominatrix. Beautiful and awfully powerful?" He groans tilting his head until his blow pupils lock onto my posture, and then his pupils dilate even more.

"God, she does," He agrees nodding into the small puddle of dampness on the floor. He cringes away or tries to. "Yikes, I didn't expect to be feeling all high and airy from a newbie and especially not from... an untaught one." Mistress Buchanan waves him off and pushes me to the door with my box tucked under my arms.

"Now, head on back to your teacher I'm sure Noma is waiting in anticipation. Remember our lesson today, I'll assure you it'll guide on your new journey," She looks back at Will and blinks slow. "I'll take care of him this time, now run along dear. I'm sure there are other inhabitants you have not met yet?" I nod and with one last look Mistress Buchanan shuts the door, the soft click reverberates in my head forcing me to move from my spot.

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So, I walk. Where too? I don't know. But the walls seem somewhat familiar and surely the halls won't run on forever. Right? I round a corner and then I'm back by the pillow pit, filled with blankets and warm looking pillows. The large flat screen is currently playing 'The Fifth Element' a classic that I grew up watching, a favorite. I creep towards the pit with my box still tucked under my arms and the remnants of the earlier incident.

"Hey—" I look down and there's...Christian, I believe that's his name. He scoots over making an empty space in the pit. "Wanna watch with me?" I place the box on the ground and unstrap my heels until my bare feet are on the coolness of the tiles. Then I slip in feeling the soft plush comforter caress my bottom, the blankets warming my toes. Christian scoots in closer tossing the blanket over our bodies and curls in tight sighing deep through his nose.

"This is my favorite movie." I whisper shuffling deeper into the pit of warmth and security. I can feel his hair tickling my neck, but I don't move nor comment about it. He blinks up at the screen getting lost in the film and then nods slow.

"Mine too." He whispers back. And I find it oddly humorous that we're whispering. I laugh quietly and then after a few seconds Christian joins in.

"Got any other favorites?" I ask. He lets out a quiet yeah and then proceeds to list them.

"Maybe we can watch a few of them after?" He offers. I tuck in closer nodding to his proposition.

"Yeah, that sounds nice." He cracks a small smile and cuddles deeper into the layers of blankets. 

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A/n

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Sorry for not publishing last week but like it was kinda wild. Anyway school is out for the summer 🏃🏾‍♂️🏃🏾‍♂️🏃🏾‍♂️ so theres that, and like this story is getting more recognition then what I was expecting but hey a sis isnt complaining. I love the love so dont be shy to comment thoughts and dont forget to like. But like if you dont like I'm not even going to hold you cause sometimes I dont like stories either 👩🏾‍🦲

Sorry again and be prepared for some crazy ssssshhh to start happening in this story #nospoilers

At first I didnt even know where I was going with this story but now, BUT NOW. It's a wrap. Ok yall I'm done and heres ch 11.