CW: begging, edging, denial, POT, forced orgasms.
Ent watched in awe as Cass entered his dimly lit bar. Her flowy, grey summer dress was swaying elegantly with every step she took. Her open-toed black heels clicked against the hardwood floor as she made her way toward the counter. Ent couldn't help but stare at her.
Given her sophisticated attire, he suspected she was coming straight from the office. Her dress was cinched at the waist, showing off her figure, and her matching black blazer looked like something a manager wore to work.
It was nearly 3 AM and the bar was still busy with customers winding down after a long week. Servers hurried from table to table, taking orders and serving drinks. Ent was surprised to see Cass at the bar at such a late hour.
He couldn't help but wonder why she had come so late, but he was too stunned by her presence to ask. She rarely came to the bar anymore.
Cass just nodded at Ent before walking into his office.
He tried to ignore the thought, but she always crept back into the back of his mind, and he couldn't concentrate on work. He even gave a couple of customers the wrong orders.
As he finished up with the last customer, Ent couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He made his way to his office, knocking softly before entering.
She was sitting on the sofa with her laptop on her lap, wholly engrossed in her work. He stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of her, before closing the door and locking it behind himself.
Ent didn't walk further into the room or say anything to her. He just waited, leaning against the door with his arms behind his back. The room was silent, except for the soft clicking of her keyboard. He watched as she worked, a mixture of apprehension and anticipation building up inside him.
Eventually, she looked up from her laptop and looked at him standing there. He was panting.
"If you're this desperate for me, you could have asked," she said, her voice dripping with authority.
"Make me remember it for next time," his heart raced in his chest.
"Oh, you know that's not how it works," she smiled. "You start begging and show me how desperate for your Queen you are."
Without hesitation, Ent began to plead with Cass, his voice growing increasingly desperate with each word.
"Please, my Queen, I need you. I'll do anything you ask, just give me a chance to serve you."
"Pathetic," she said, shaking her head. "You call that begging? You're going to have to do better than that if you want to please me, Bitch."
Ent's face flushed with embarrassment, but he couldn't help feeling aroused at the same time. He took a deep breath and tried again, begging more fervently this time.
"Please, my Queen, I'm begging you, I'll give you anything you want," his voice cracked. "I'll crawl on my hands and knees, just let me show you how much I want you."
She threw a pillow from the back of the couch to the floor, interrupting his begging. He shut up, waiting for her with his mouth open.
"Go ahead. Crawl," she commanded, and he knelt on the floor not dropping eye contact for a moment as he crawled to the pillow in front of her and sat back on his ankles, looking up at her expectantly. She parted her legs around him.
"Take my shoes off," she said.
"Please, can they stay on?" He asked, keeping eye contact with her. "They turn me on."
"Worship your Queen," Cass said, a smile forming on her face as she nodded.
Ent brought her leg up to his face seductively and kissed her toes, then moved on to the arch of her foot. His lips continued as they grazed the inside of her ankle, her calf, and her knee.
He then stopped for a moment and looked at the path his lips had made, a delighted expression resting on his face.
Returning back to business, he licked from the inside of her knee to about 2cm away from her cunt before resting her leg on his shoulder. There was nothing quite as exquisite as having a woman's thighs around you.
Repeating the same procedure to her other leg, this time he held eye contact with Cass as he licked up her thigh. She was looking at him with fire in her gaze, her hands squeezed into fists by her side.
"Please, can I pull up your dress, my Queen?" he asked, hoping that's what she wanted to hear but knowing begging was always the right call with her.
"Yes, Ent," she said lowly, the same faint smirk on her face as she looked down at him.
He eagerly obliged and slowly pulled up her dress, exposing her lacy black panties. He leaned in to kiss her inner thighs and whispered, "You're so beautiful, my Queen."
Cass moaned softly, her hands tangling in his hair as she pushed his head closer.
His fingers caressed up her thighs, which were now both laying comfortably on his shoulders, before stopping at the waistband of the only barrier keeping him from where he desperately wanted to be.
A permission-granting nod was all he needed to slide them down her legs before setting them back on his shoulders, keeping eye contact with her. If only he could be her permanent leg rest, he would've been the happiest man alive.
The beautiful pussy in front of him drew him in like a magnet, surrounded by dark curls that perfectly matched the curls on her head.
He couldn't help a groan that escaped his throat at the sight, forcing him to readjust himself in the pants he was already uncomfortably straining against.
Licking his lips, he looked up at her again.
"Can I taste you?" he almost whispered, unable to contain himself. She was dripping down her thighs and he couldn't think about anything other than the fact that she wasn't dripping down his face instead. Just her scent was already getting him drunk, getting him addicted.
"I don't think you want it badly enough."
"I do, please, I want it more than anything," he pled, drawing his eyebrows together at her insult.
"Hm... I'm not sure..."
He knew just how much she enjoyed hearing him beg and he loved who he became when his entire purpose in life came down to turning her on and pleasuring her.
"Please, let me taste you, you won't regret it... I'll make you feel so fucking good." He let his mouth run before his mind could even begin to catch up, sounding like the filthiest whore on the planet, but that was who he wanted to be. "Please, let me be good for you and show you that you own me... Let me worship you, my Queen."
"Okay, go ahead," she finally allowed him, making him nearly cry at the thought of finally being able to taste her. A groan echoed in the room as the mix of salt and sweet hit his tongue.
He started off slowly, teasing her, feeling her get wetter and wetter until his tongue basically slipped around with close to no effort.
Her fingers in his hair were pushing him closer, pulling at his hair tighter as he quickened his pace. Moan after moan left his lips and vibrated their way through hers as his tongue applied more pressure, flicking up and down rhythmically.
He sucked on her clit, grazed his teeth down the hood gently, and licked up and down her entire cunt before going back, repeating whatever elicited the deepest moans and loudest sighs from her.
Her thighs squeezed around his head, usually indicating she was close.
He couldn't do anything but surrender and accept that if he died right here, he'd be content. Her pleasure was his heaven. Being the reason for her pleasure was his purpose.
Still flicking his tongue up and down as much as he could with the limited space, he felt her shake around him, her cunt throbbing in front of him.
Moan after moan left her and entered him, washing over him and shooting straight to his cock. He was so turned on that he was leaking in his pants.
As she became more sensitive and started shuddering above him, she grabbed him by the hair and turned his face toward her thigh. He could still feel her orgasm as her pussy pulsated on his cheek while he sucked and bit, leaving a deep red hickey on her skin.
The tiny bit of survival instinct he had left was telling him this was a way to remind her he was still there and needed to breathe at some point or he'd suffocate.
But what kept him going was hearing her moans get louder over the blood rushing behind his ears. She was enjoying the pain and he'd be damned if he stopped.
Finally feeling her loosen the grip around his face, he inhaled very deeply, catching his breath as he rested his head on her lower belly. The color of the world started returning, and the noise in his ears went quiet again.
One of her hands left his scalp and threw the other pillow from the back of the couch on the floor next to him. Apparently, his puzzled expression was comical because she laughed when he looked up at her.
"Get naked," she said, sternly but no anger lingered in her voice.
Ent did as he was told, taking off his shirt almost at the speed of light, before unzipping his jeans and breathing a sigh of relief as his dick was finally no longer confined in the small space.
Looking up at her while still on his knees, he waited for permission to stand. He knew better than to disregard earlier commands, he'd already been punished for that a few times and, tonight, he wasn't looking for another punishment.
With her flavor still on his tongue and dripping down his beard, being good and giving her as many orgasms as she let him was the only thing on his mind.
"You can stand," she said dismissively, taking her legs off his shoulders one at a time.
There's nothing sexier than a woman with her legs spread wide in front of you, her wet center glistening because of you, sitting below you but knowing that she owns everything you have to offer and even the things you couldn't offer her.
Doesn't matter if it's heaven or hell, if it looked like this, Ent would jump in head-first without a second thought.
He quickly rid himself of his clothes and watched as she stood from the couch while he was bent over, taking his shoes off.
She stood in front of him, grabbing him by the chin and leading him to stand straight in front of her. Her finger slowly dragged down his torso, watching as his muscles tensed under her touch.
A content sigh bubbled up and escaped his lips as her hands found their favorite spot at the nape of his neck. He waited patiently for what she wanted to do to him, not losing sight of her plump lips she bit while seemingly deep in thought.
This part was always exciting. The promising silence as she figured out what she wanted from him, the charged air engulfing them.
At once, she squeezed the hair her fingers were previously playing with tightly, pulling it taut. He let his head fall back, opening his neck up to her.
Those perfect lips of hers almost immediately latched onto the outstretched skin, her tongue licking as she kissed him over and over again.
Just the thought of those kisses, of that tongue at some point tonight being in his mouth, had him moaning an involuntary moan before he could hold it in.
He felt her lips morph into a smile as she dragged her teeth up the column of his neck before reaching his ear and biting the lobe sharply, making him hiss.
"Take my clothes off," she whispered seductively in his ear.
Ent obeyed with eagerness as soon as she let go of his hair, gently sliding her blazer off her body and walking over to hang it up. He knew she loved the respectful handling when it came to anything to do with her. Next came her dress, which she swiftly stepped out of, holding onto him for support because he didn't let it touch the floor.
After folding it on the desk, he walked behind her, unclasping her bra and carefully taking it off, groaning behind her ear as he watched her boobs jiggle down to their natural position.
Dragging his hands up her sides and squeezing her boobs with the bra hung around his wrist, he kissed her exposed neck and shoulders gently. All of her skin tasted like perfection, not just the part between her legs.
"Lie on the couch," she commanded, her fingers brushing through his beard. He pulled back and set the bra on top of her dress before obeying her instructions.
Cass followed closely behind him, straddling his lap as soon as he positioned himself on his back.
A throaty groan escaped him as her wet cunt rubbed along his dick, her legs settling on either side of his body. Slide after slide, she continued getting herself off on his dick while making out, her hands in his hair.
"P-Please," he sighed into her lips, his hands tightly holding her hips as they moved.
"Please what?" her question seemed genuine.
"Please let me inside you," he begged, his eyebrows drawn close as he looked into her eyes pleadingly.
"Do you have condoms?"
"Oh God, thank you," he sighed with so much relief that the air in the room became lighter.
"Where?" she laughed.
"Oh, in the desk," he moaned, still not believing she agreed so easily. "Top drawer."
Cass quickly got a few and threw all but one on the floor next to the couch, taking her spot on top of him again, this time sitting on his thick thighs.
After rolling the condom on, she readjusted again, his dick raising for her like a gentleman but she hovered. Only the head was allowed between her lips.
"Please let me feel you."
"How much do you want it?" she looked down at him, smirking. He was writhing underneath her.
"More than anything, please..." His hips buckled involuntarily but she thankfully moved away. Thank God, he wouldn't get the punishment for entering her without permission. "I'll give you anything, just let me inside..."
"How about two- no, three orgasms?"
"Of course, oh my God, I would've given you ten while begging before you let me in."
"Okay then, go ahead," she let his dick flop to his belly and sat on top of it.
Shit.
"No, oh my God, please..." he cried out when he realized she took him up on what he said. "I take it back, let me feel your amazing pussy, I'm begging you."
"You take it back?" she asked, moving back to sit on his thighs again.
"No, oh my God. No, of course I don't." He hoped to high heavens this is what she wanted to hear. "You own me, I'm yours, everything's yours... Please, just let me inside."
His knees bent as he tried to make her slide back down toward his crotch.
"Okay."
He audibly gasped in relief when she moved back down, slowly lowering herself onto his cock.
They moaned in unison as he entered her, the warm perfection engulfing him as he stretched her around him, her walls molding to his cock.
She kissed him again as she slowly raised her hips and let them drop onto his pelvis over and over again, moaning into his mouth each time her cheeks slapped his thighs.
He felt the familiar warmth settle in his lower stomach and waist, a desperate orgasm that started building while she was moaning with his tongue on her clit.
"Can I cum?" he asked out of habit at this point. His orgasms were hers to command.
She slowed down but didn't stop. "No."
As soon as he heard the words leave her mouth, he opened his to start begging. Whatever it took. But she interrupted him.
"I said 3 orgasms," she reminded, still slowly raising her hips and dropping them down again. "Make me cum thrice with your dick inside me and then you get to cum."
"Oh God, I don't know if I can hold it for that long," he whined, squeezing his eyes shut. She needed to stop. His orgasm was already dangerously close.
"I mean, I can always sit back and make myself cum while you watch with your hands behind your back," she suggested, going to get off him. His hands desperately clung to her hips, keeping her down.
"No, please, let me feel you cum around me," he plead, "I'd love that more than anything."
Cass started bouncing up and down again, watching his abs flex and a vein in his neck pop up. Seeing her effect on him was almost better than praise.
"Can I use my fingers to help you, my Queen?" he begged, knowing he wouldn't last enough to give her a vaginal orgasm.
"Yes," she allowed, pinching her own nipples on top of him. The view was erotic, downright orgasmic.
He rubbed her clit, slowly at first but quickly picked up the pace.
Ent couldn't possibly last. All muscles in his body were already engaged, trying to stave off an orgasm that was fighting to break in with a battering ram.
As he was about to tell her to stop with grave sadness, he felt her tighten around him. Slowing down the movements of his thumb, he rubbed up and down the exposed head of her clit in short strokes.
She slowed down right as she started spasming around him, sitting fully down to catch her breath while riding out her orgasm with his help.
He was so close, the head of his cock still throbbing inside of her. It was an utter miracle he didn't lose it at the feeling of her tight pussy contracting around him.
Breathing slowly, trying to come down from the edge, he felt her lift her hips again and panic washed over his entire body.
"No, no, please, don't move," he begged, forcefully holding her flush with his pelvis. "Let me make you cum with my fingers, I won't last if you fuck me again."
"Ugh, okay," she sounded with fake disappointment in her voice but he felt her squeeze around his cock at his praise. His hand returned to her cunt, this time rhythmically pinching her clit between his index and middle fingers as he kept up the circular movement he knew she loved.
Sigh after sigh left her lips as her hands found their home in his messy hair, tugging and scratching his scalp.
"Oh God, you feel so good around me, my Queen," he started praising in hopes that she'd cum before he did. Moan after moan brought him closer to the edge again.
"Thank you for letting me feel you," he whined. He could literally feel cum slowly filling up his tube.
"I'm forever grateful, oh my Go-," he choked on a moan, "you feel like heaven, my Queen."
"You s-sound e-ethereal when you cum..."
Precum was most definitely filling the condom by the liter.
"Please, let me feel you cum around me again, please, I need it..." he encouraged, the wetness he felt pooling around his dick and balls pushing him closer and closer.
She tightened around him once again, showing she was close too, but as he was about to continue praising her, she started riding him again.
"Please stop, I'm gonna cum..." he squeezed his eyes shut so tightly he was seeing white.
"You can't cum." She kept riding him, his fingers working her clit.
"I can't, please..." A tear rolled down the side of his face. His entire body was shuddering uncontrollably.
"Hold it."
She was relentless. God.
"Please stop, please stop, please stop..." he whispered over and over like a prayer.
Too bad it fell on deaf ears.
She leaned in close to him and choked him as she kissed his parted lips. "Does it hurt?"
"Y-Yes," he whimpered into her mouth, incoherently begging her to stop. "I'm s-so close."
Instead of stopping, she said, "You can cum."
His eyes shot open. He couldn't believe it.
"W-What?"
"You heard me," she stalled, loving seeing him this desperate at her mercy.
"Say it again, m-my Queen, please..."
"You're allowed to cum inside me."
He groaned, his body shaking as his chest rose off the surface of the couch.
"Cum for me, baby."
Her words unlocked something inside him like a key. He came so hard, groaning so loud Cass was concerned people on the street outside would hear him.
Leaning in to kiss him again and hopefully quieten his moans, her own orgasm hit her like a truck, triggered by his erotic whimpers and incoherent pleas as he became too sensitive post-orgasm.
He tried to get her off of him but his muscles were spent and she wasn't budging. Still choking him, making him lightheaded, an evil smile morphed on her lips as she slowly lifted her hips. She let him believe she was done before she dropped them back down on his dick again.
"Please, I can't... Too much..." he hiccuped in between whimpers, his fingers tightly digging into her hips.
Cass sat on his thighs again, taking the condom off him and tying it before throwing it on the floor.
"T-Thank you," he sighed, his eyes closed, breathing deeply.
Reaching over for another one, she unrolled it on his half-hard dick as she reminded him, "I said three orgasms, baby."
He was so out of it he registered her words only as she aligned him with her entrance again.
His eyes flew open as he instinctively tried to push himself further into the couch to escape her pussy. "Oh no, I ca-"
"Take it like the good Toy you've been tonight," she commanded as his cock entered her once again.
A/N: I have nothing else to say other than, men are just hotter on their knees, or when they're crying, or when they're begging.
Or ideally, all three at once.