Yes Sir - (TordTom)

Suffer For Me - 47

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-THIRD PERSON POV-

Tom nuzzled his face into the crook of Tord's neck and huddled for warmth, it was nearly cold enough to snow again outside. "Everything for the house should be settled, do you want to go do something baby?" Tord looked out the window contently while speaking. "You..." Tom said quietly and tiredly, tracing his finger in circles on Tord's shoulder, almost in a soothing way yet it felt more like a lustful touch.

"Do me?" He snickered and pet his hair. Tom hissed and bit down at Tord's neck, apparently he didn't want to be pet right now... apparently he wanted something more. Uh oh. Tord gasped a bit and moved Tom away, looking him in the eyes. The angrily smug look on the Norski's face was enough to shame the poor kitten, and probably cause plenty of worry as-well. "Oh, you want to do me?" He asked in the most amused and smug tone possible, genuinely surprised and ready to crush his dreams. Tom just nodded with a sly grin.

"And what makes you think a brat like you would ever be able to accomplish something like that? You're not so humble anymore then." The leader gave the sly grin right back. Tom genuinely thought about fucking him for a second then backed down from Tord's neck and blushed. "I think the little kitten forgot about the ouchie that daddy left behind~" Tord chuckled a bit, grooming Tom protectively. "Hey I'm just out for revenge!" Tom hissed, pouting.

"Revenge for what? Did I really get you that embarrassed?! Wow, such a sensitive baby you are, must make it real easy to get aroused since nearly every word I speak makes you tremble~" He only continued to tease the voided boy. He wanted to talk back but knew he was right, and he'd stumble over his words in a mixture of being flustered and aroused. It was a challenge honestly, because no matter what he did, Tord was going to show him who's boss. It really is  like owning a cat.

"That's what I thought. I'd give you some sort of resolution but since you still have the mark, releasing will be painful no matter what." He gave his baby a sympathetic look and began to pet him again. "I-I just want pleasure..." Tom stammered and blushed, rubbing his thighs together uncomfortably. "I know baby, but if I please you it'll be like teasing since you can't cum." Leader explained again, giving him a kiss on the cheek, he was hoping his little masochist would come to the proper conclusion.

"I don't care if it hurts anymore! I-I just need it so bad!" The dark eyed cutie pleaded, whining and getting very touchy-feely on his master. "That's my good boy~" Tord smirked and held Tom's hips, letting Tom sit still on his thigh, one leg sitting on either side. The submissive just whimpered, waiting for some sort of command, or pleasure, simply anything that would relieve him from the tension. He readjusted himself a few times, trying to be subtle but it was obvious he was starting to grind on his master's thigh.

God dammit. This is what he wanted.  Tom thought, avoiding eye contact and continuing to move subconsciously. Tord's hands remained on his hips, nearly guiding him and helping him keep a rhythm. Now it was obvious this is what he was looking for Tom to do, even when the boy tried to disobey he ended up doing what he was told to anyway. 

"I-I don't u-understand." Tom mewled, trying to keep his balance as the pleasure became greater. "What is it baby?" Tord inquired, smirking at the adorable sight before him. "H-How is this ple-pleasurable for y-you? Tom moaned out in-between heavy breaths. "Well one, you're absolutely adorable. Two, it's hot. Three, I like seeing my baby suffer." He explained calmly, only humiliating Tom more making him blush, which aroused both of them.