Content Warning: (mild) BDSM bits. Read at your own risk. Or just skip.
Faye
"That's good, pumpkin." I heard Michael's chuckles after long minutes of silence. "You're taking my commands very seriously."
My body remained on the table, my butt is being vulnerable in the air, just waiting for Michael to do something about it.
"Do you like being naked and vulnerable for me?" His husky voice is making me curl my toes. "Huh?"
I nodded eagerly as he is guiding my body so I can stand on my feet again.
"I want to hear your voice, pumpkin. Silent subs might get a punishment."
"Understood, Sir." I shivered when his hands touched my frame again.
"You have a lovely skin. Do you know that?"
"No, Sir." I breathed, my hands behaved on my sides.
"What do you mean?"
"There are a lot of women who have lovelier skin than me, Sir. More beautiful than me."
I'm just stating a fact. I am not the fairest of them all. Especially in Michae— my master's eyes. He probably saw a lot of beautiful women. All the beautiful women around the world.
I'm not special. There is nothing special about me.
"Is that how you see yourself?"
"I'm not special." A small smile painted at the corner of my mouth. "Sir."
"Every woman is unique." I heard his murmurs while he is brushing something on my skin. A soft, comforting touch. "And special."
"Flowers bloom in their own time, pumpkin. They're going to bloom, saying hello to the world unannounced. They have unique aroma, shapes, appearance... That what makes them beautiful. Their vibrant colors. Their resilience." Michael continued as he is still brushing the unknown thing on my body.
"Ever heard of The Little Prince, pumpkin?"
"Yes, Sir." I heaved.
"The eyes are blind. One must look at the heart.” He said before implanting a soft kiss on my lips. "There are a lot of roses but not all of them are tamed. Beautiful yet empty. You, you are like a tamed rose. One could die for you. One could listen to you. When you grunted. When you boasted. Or even when you said nothing..."
"Open you blooms, pumpkin. You're beautiful. Show it to the world. Just like the beautiful flowers, women are unique in their own ways too." Michael melted my heart again with his words while he is caressing my cheeks.
My heart jumped when Michael claimed my lips again. It is so sweet that I can literally hear the angels sing. It is as sweet as the rose's aroma that is lingering around me. It is sweeter than the sweetest laugh of fairies in the magical world.
"Feeling better now?" He whispered when he pulled away from the kiss.
"Very much, Sir." I answered, still waiting for his lips but nothing came.
"Good 'cause I'm tired of being soft." He murmured and I want to laugh out loud.
"Nothing funny, pumpkin."
Geez.
I laughed, didn't I?
But he is a natural softie?
"I'm sorry." I said, acknowledging him is not in my intentions.
"Maybe, I'll let that slide." He breathed on my neck. "I'll remove your blindfold now, okay?"
"Thank you, Sir."
In a blink of an eye, Michael's handsome face is already flashing in front of me. There's a rose in between his teeth too. That explains the aroma that tickles my nose.
Where did he get that?
"Tame it. It's your rose now." He said and gave me the rose. "Make it the most unique flower in a pool of cutflowers. It's our rose."
Our rose?
He stared at me and it melted my very existence. Michael leaned closer and gave me a sweet kiss. It is sweet at first but eventually, it became hungrier. My arms rested on his shoulder while still holding the rose.
Our rose.
"No touching." He breathed in between the kiss when I attempted to touch his chest.
I accepted my fate and just drowned myself from his tasty and delicious kisses. He held my arms, resting them at my back, while pulling my frame to his warm body.
His lips moved towards my neck, nibbling and kissing my skin. His warm mouth also invaded my perky mountains that made me tilt my head backwards. The fire is burning again especially the warm liquid in between my thighs.
"Sit on your legs." He commanded before letting out a sexy smirk. "Now, Miss Collins." And as an obedient sub, I dropped on my knees. "Great. Hands on your lap, please." I followed.
He grabbed the rose from me before he walked behind me. I don't know what he is doing since I didn't bother to follow his movements.
"Look at you..." I sensed his chuckles. "You're doing great, pumpkin." He smiled when he stood in front of me.
By the way, he is wearing his army green boxers so I am not facing anything.
"Give me your wrists." He spoke and I looked up at him, giving him my wrists. He tied them with a black necktie. It is tight enough to give pleasure but not tight enough to inflict too much pain.
"I'm gonna fuck your mouth, pumpkin. And you're not allowed to touch my dick. Only your mouth should brush against it, okay? Not even your cheek."
"Yes, Sir." I murmured, getting excited to meet his throbbing member.
"If you failed to follow my orders, I'm gonna spank you. Maybe, hit you." A mischievious smirk showed on his face. "And you don't want that, do you?"
"I don't want to be hit, Sir." I pleaded.
With a smirk, he caressed my cheeks.
"That's too bad. My palm print looks beautiful on your cheek, pumpkin."
He is not serious about that, is he?
"I'm serious, pumpkin. I know that look." He smiled devilishly. My heart is beating faster.
I looked up at him and I'm in the perfect position to meet his cock. He played with the hem of his boxers before he revealed his beautiful, hard erection through the buttoned area of his shorts. That view alone made my core drenched with fluids.
"You like this?" He asked while stroking his long shaft.
I nodded.
"I need you to speak, Miss Collins."
"Yes, Sir."
"Great." His eyebrows shot up. "Open that damn sexy mouth of yours, pumpkin."
My eyes twinkled at the sight of him, pleasuring himself. He got this dark gazes, screaming that he can throw me on the bed anytime from now. He will throw me in a very unfriendly manner just like what I am seeing in a UFC fight on TV. I'll still mutter my thanks if he'll do that.
I opened my mouth in a natural wide as if I'm just gonna suck the lollipop I bought at the candy store.
"Wider, pumpkin." He looked at me, amused. "Did you really think that my big cock will fit that small hole, babe?"
I pursed my lips, trying my best to suppress my laughs. I did stop myself from laughing but a small smile escaped from my lips.
"Mmm..." He hummed as he nodded his head. "You'll pay for it later." He breathed to himself but I heard it. "Open that smart mouth for me, pumpkin. Wide."
I opened my mouth again and this time, I did it right. Inch by inch, his hard and big cock shoved deeply into my mouth. His hands rested on my head, pulling my hair to control my movements. He is pushing his erection that hits the back of my throat.
Even my hands are tied, it found their way from my lap to his thick thigh. I am gagging at his impressive length as I'm trying to look up at him who is so pleasured by my warm mouth.
"You're doing great, pumpkin." He murmured while fixing my hair.
He stopped moving his hips and let me do my work. His huge thing slipped from my mouth and as a reflex, my soft fingers touched the tip of his treasure to bring it back inside my mouth. I let myself work on it again, shoving it deeper inside my mouth until I gagged.
I let my tongue brushed along his long shaft too until it reached his balls. My cheek came in contact with his erection, making my cheek wet from my own spit.
Michael's loud chuckles are heard from the room that made my eyebrows arched.
Is sucking his length funny?
He stepped back and pulled away, detaching his shaft from my mouth. His loud giggles are still evident but even though he is very cute, he is irritating me.
"Why are you laughing?" I asked while wiping the corners of my mouth.
"You're in serious trouble, lady." He giggled while tucking his shaft back inside his boxers. My eyebrows remained knitted.
"Pumpkin... Pumpkin." He murmured as his hand traced my jawline. "I believe you forgot something."
Oh yeah...
Dumbass!
I can still feel my thick saliva in my mouth even though I am gulping regularly.
He rested in a squat position so he can stared at me at close distance. Michael's hand gripped on my jaw again and the smirk on his face is not being friendly.
"I— I am sorry, Sir." I stuttered but my gazes can't break from his intense eyes. "I am really sorry. I made a mistake."
"Sorry can make me feel better but the damage has been done, pumpkin. I'm already disappointed." He shook his head.
"I'm very sorry, Sir." I whispered and my gazes followed his eyes since he is now standing in front of me again.
"You want this, pumpkin?" He asked me while grabbing his crotch.
He is not doing that, is he?
Oh shit!
"Yes, Sir." I answered. "I want that, Sir."
"But you disobeyed my orders. You cannot have this thick cock." He arched his brows, grabbing his crotch for the last time. "I need to punish you, pumpkin. You'll suffer." He caressed my cheeks but he pushed my face away. It's not gentle. "I'll make sure of that."
"I want you, Sir." I pleased, trying to be a good submissive.
The thing in between my thighs is hurting badly.
I'm craving for him.
"My dick?" He questioned with a cocky look.
"Yes. I want your big and hard dick, Sir." I murmured under my breath. I am so desperate. "Please, Sir. Fuck me right now."
"You don't have the right to tell me when to fuck you, Miss Collins." His eyes darkened. "Tell me, who's in control in here again?"
"You, Sir."
"Are you a good sub?"
"Yes, Sir."
"No, you're not." He chuckled. "I really want to punish you right now. I want to slap that cheeks badly but we don't want anyone to see my print on that blushing cheeks of yours, am I right?"
I nodded.
"Talk, Miss Collins."
"You're right, Sir." I complied.
"Your other cheeks will do. Is that okay with you Miss Collins?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm all yours."
A small smirk escaped from the corner of his lips.
In a bliss, my body is resting on his lap. I am lying on my stomach with my hands touching the floor. Michael is sitting on the edge of the bed, admiring my buttocks with his palms.
I let out a deafening scream when his palm spanked my behind. It stings like hell but my treasure is saying something else. It is throbbing and aching, craving to be touched. He slapped me so hard and I can't do something but to keep my eyes shut, absorbing all the pain and pleasure from his itching palms.
My tied wrists added to my frustrations. It remained touching the floor, helping me to divert my attention since my insides are not behaving really well.
"You're not counting, pumpkin." Michael said in a domineering tone.
"Sixteen! Ah!" I screamed. My butt cheeks are already numb due to his strong spankings.
"I'm punishing you, pumpkin." He chuckled. "Be glad."
I moaned loudly when his fingers found my folds, inserting them inside my core.
"Fuck me, Sir." I said. "Please..."
I am so desperate.
Another pang of pain hit me. I'm getting there.
"Seventeen, Sir!" I can't help but to scream.
"That's good, pumpkin. Very good."
He pushed his fingers inside me in a harsh way and I am sure, it is impossible not to be sore after this.
Michael removed his magical fingers and he spanked me.
"Eighte— shit!" I cursed because I released my much needed orgasm. I jolted forward, trying to control my system since Michael continued to spank me.
"That's very juicy, pumpkin." He chuckled, tracing my juices with his fingers. I feel sorry for his thigh already because my juices poured over him.
He spanked me again.
Again and again.
And again.
"That's twent— twenty-four, Sir." I continued to count. My body is losing its strength since this uncomfortable position is not helping.
"You're 27. Right, Miss Collins?"
"You are right, Sir." I murmured as I breathed through my mouth.
"Okay. Three more slaps, pumpkin. I'll destroy your beautiful pussy after."
My heavy lids flutter as I am comforting myself for having multiple orgasms. This man right here is not showing any slight mercy to my body.
I am not complaining though.
It's satisfying.
The pleasure is undeniable and incomparable.
"Twenty-seven, Sir." I breathed heavily. "Twenty-seven."
"Congratulations, pumpkin." He murmured while caressing my behind. "You survived." A mischievious chuckle filled the room as he continued to massage my firm behind. His lips are tracing kisses on my back too and that comforted my system instantly.
"Can I fuck your pussy, pumpkin?"
"That would be great, Sir." I answered. My eyes are closed, enjoying the feeling of his touches.
He pulled my hair and guided my body so I am now kneeling in between his thighs, having a great eye connection with him. He rested my tied wrists on his crotch. He is as hard as rock.
"You're my tamed rose, pumpkin."
I don't know what that means but his words flattered my existence.
I shivered when he pulled me towards him and his lips brushed against mine. I got shocked for a second but I found my way to kiss him back. Our heads moved in sync, tasting each other's sweetness.
He pulled away and stared right through my eyes. His large hands cupping my face.
"Wanna use your safe word?" He asked me.
I shook my head.
"No, Sir."
"Good." He murmured. "Because I want that wet pussy now."
He wasted no time and the next thing I knew, I am on the bed, standing on my knees and my palms while Michael is slamming my drenched core with his rock hard erection.