"Y/N, I'm home!" You hear your boyfriend call from the front door.
"Come here. Now."
"Yes ma'am." You smirk as he sprints down the hall to the bedroom where you're waiting and plants himself directly in front of you. His eyes rake over your naked body and he lets out a small moan of appreciation.
"Did my sweet boy have a hard day?"
"I did. I'm so glad to be home. I missed you."
You reach up and tug on his tie, turning it over to see your initials that were stitched on the back. You had both agreed that Aaron wearing a collar during work was a bit much, but he had insisted on wearing something that labeled him as yours. The initials on his ties were your idea.
You loosen and unloop it from his neck, tossing it on the bed. "Strip, little prince."
He does as you ask without hesitation and you're pleased to see he's already hard. "Such a needy boy." You murmur, raking your nails down his chest. "Tell me: what would make your day better?"
"You, mistress." He answers immediately. "Whatever you want to do to me."
"Good answer. Kiss me." You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to you, pressing your body against his. He kisses you back with an almost desperate intensity. After a few moments, his hands cup your breasts and you step back from him, cocking an eyebrow. He emits a small whine but makes no attempt to kiss you again.
"Did you have permission to touch me? Are you misbehaving?"
"I'm sorry mistress. I just wanted to-"
"No excuses. You know better than to put your hands on my body without my approval. Give them to me."
He whimpers softly but does what you ask right away. You pull him closer to the bed and grab his tie before placing his hands on either side of the bedpost and tying them together. You tug on the knot, making sure he can't get loose.
"Bend over." Aaron bends at the waist, holding on to the bedpost with both hands.
"I think my little prince did that on purpose. Did you want your mistress to spank you tonight? Did you want to be punished?"
"I do. Please." He begs. "I need it."
"Ten strikes. More if you yell out, understood?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Safeword?"
"Mulligan."
"Good boy." You run a hand through his hair and kiss his shoulder, trailing your fingers to his ass. You rake your nails down his asscheek before delivering a hard slap. His skin instantly reddens under your palm and he pitches forward slightly, emitting a small whimper.
You hit him again, harder this time. Your palm stings when you pull your hand away. You strike him a few more times, savoring his little grunts and moans. He really was such a good boy when he wanted to be.
"More, little prince?"
"Please!"
"Just a few more. Your ass is such a pretty color right now."
You hit him three more times, then reach over and untie his hands. He turns to you, his expression one of bliss and adoration. "Thank you, mistress. You're so good to me."
"You're welcome, sweet boy. Get into bed now." He climbs in the bed and lies back on the pillows, automatically opening his legs for you. You kneel between them and press kisses to his chest then scrape your teeth over his nipple. Aaron shudders and clenches his fists, willing himself not to tangle his hands in your hair. For him, the hardest part of being your submissive was not touching you until you allowed it.
"I know what you're thinking. Not quite yet, little prince. Patience." You kiss and nip further down his body, running your nails up and down his thighs. He squirms under your mouth and hands, trying not to thrust his hips up. You leave a path of little hickeys and scratch marks as you travel further south, watching him writhe in pleasure as you mark him.
You hover over his cock, watching him whimper and bite his bottom lip in anticipation. When you finally let your tongue graze over his head, he moans your name and closes his eyes.
"Watch me, baby boy. You know I like when you watch. You can put a hand in my hair now."
He fists your hair, not too roughly, and pushes your mouth down further on him.
"Please, mistress, suck me. Please."
You oblige and take him down your throat, grasping his hips and encouraging him to fuck your mouth. "Yes, fuck, yes." He grunts. "More."
Your eyes start to water and you fight against the gagging sensation rising in your chest. Aaron was a bit too endowed for deep-throating, but it was a favorite of his and you liked to indulge your little prince every now and then.
It doesn't take long before his hips are stuttering and his grip on your hair tightens to the point of pain. You quickly release his cock from your mouth and he whines in protest, that is until you straddle him and sink down on his length. You wince as he stretches you, wishing you'd made him go down on you first so you were more warmed up. Normally he'd happily eat you out for hours if you wished it, but tonight you wanted your scene to be all about him.
"You can touch me, baby boy."
He practically shoots up from the bed and sinks his teeth into your neck, sucking a dark spot over your pulse point. You hadn't told him he could bite you and momentarily debate making him stop but the feel of his tongue scraping over the sensitive skin takes away your ability to protest. He squeezes your nipples so hard you cry out, slapping his hands away.
"Not so rough." You warn in a sharp tone.
He doesn't apologize, but his hands cup your breasts gently and he dips his head to your chest, kissing each nipple. You arch back and start to ride him faster, taking his hand and moving it down to your clit. He grinds his palm against you, his other hand gripping your hip to help you balance.
You feel the knot winding in your stomach and you squeeze your muscles tighter on him, swiveling your hips to create more friction. Aaron sits up and grips your shoulders tightly, slamming you down on his cock over and over. The knot tightens and your whole body clenches and holds rigid for a few moments before it unwinds and pleasure washes over you in waves.
Aaron captures your cries of joy with his mouth, kissing you until you're breathless.
You urge him back onto the pillows and slide your legs under his calves to give you a better position to continue riding him. Bracing a hand on either side of his head, you began thrusting up and down as fast as you can, urging him to find his own release.
Below you, Aaron's eyes meet yours as he matches your pace easily, letting his nails dig into your ass as you fuck him.
"Don't look away, baby boy. I wanna see your face when you come for me."
"I'm so close." He moans. "I'm so close, Mistress."
You know how to tip him over the edge.
"Oh, sweetheart, you're so good for me."
"Only you."
"You're so sweet. So obedient. Such a little prince."
His response is basically gibberish, and you know he's almost there. His praise kink works every time.
"Yes, that's my good boy."
He pulls you down to his chest and squeezes you tightly, pumping his hips frantically.
"Come for me, baby boy. You've earned it. You deserve it."
He cries out loudly and thrusts once more, stilling as his orgasm racks his body. You hold him close and kiss his forehead and cheeks, giving him time to come down from his high. He whimpers when you slip off of him and leave the bed.
You duck into the bathroom and start a hot bath, adding bubbles and lighting a few scattered candles as you go. When you come back into the bedroom, he's sitting upright clutching a pillow, looking at you with sweet puppy dog eyes.
"Let's get you in the tub."
He lights up and springs from the bed, grabbing your hand as he heads into the bathroom. You sit down in the hot water and scoot back, making room for him to sit between your legs. He eagerly climbs in and lays back on your chest, his head nestled against your shoulder. Reaching for the loofah on the side of the tub, you start to wash his body, earning you little moans of approval.
"I love when you do this." He murmurs lazily. "You spoil me."
"You deserve it, Aaron. You work so hard and do so much for me. I appreciate it more than you know." You nudge him forward and shampoo his hair, working your fingers against his scalp and listening to his soft little sighs. You stand up and turn on the water, rinsing his hair, and then soap up your own body as he watches you.
"You could do that for hours and I'd never take my eyes off you." He reaches out and rubs your calf gently.
"Unfortunately you have work in a few short hours, so we'll have to take a rain check. Maybe on your next off day." You tease, quickly rinsing off the suds and stepping out of the tub.
Aaron beams as you wrap a fluffy towel over his shoulders and start to dry his hair.
"You take such good care of me, Y/N. Why are you so good to me?"
"Because I love you, dummy." You reply absentmindedly, moving the towel to his chest.
He stiffens and you glance up at him, surprised at his shell-shocked expression.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Aaron blinks, still staring at you in awe. "You love me?"
"What do you mean? Of course, I do."
"Y/N, you've never said that to me before."
"You're kidding. I know I've said it." You pause, trying to recall a specific time. "Haven't I?"
He shakes his head. "No, never. I've never heard you say that."
"Oh, well, I thought I had." You motion for him to turn so you can start drying his back. "I think I'm gonna do some shopping tomorrow. We're almost out of laundry detergent, I need some more conditioner, oh, and we're getting low on those granola bars you like."
He whirls. "Wait a minute, Y/N. We're not gonna speed past that like you didn't just say what you just said."
"It's not a big deal, Aaron. I've loved you for a while now and I honestly thought I'd mentioned it before."
"It is a big deal. You don't know how happy you've just made me. And you haven't given me a chance to say it back yet."
"Oh, did you want to say it back? My bad." You drop the towel into the hamper and start to dry your own hair with a new one. "Well go ahead, I'm listening."
He grasps your shoulders and pulls you to him. "I swear you make me want to throttle you sometimes. This was supposed to be a big romantic moment you know, not casual post-sex conversation." His tone is serious but he can't hide the huge smile on his face.
"I'm sorry, do you wanna forget it happened and we'll try again in a few days? Maybe over a nice dinner? Ooh, I can make a roast!" You offer helpfully.
"I'm going to kill you." He cups your cheek and kisses you softly, his thumb stroking your skin. When you break away he stares into your eyes intensely and gives you a somber expression.
"Y/N."
"Yes, Aaron?"
"I love you."
"Back at ya, baby."
His giggle is priceless. You peck his lips once more and head back to the bedroom, tossing on an oversized t-shirt and crawling into bed. Aaron joins you a few moments later, sprawling out in his boxers.
You turn him on his side and nestle into his back, threading your fingers through his hair.
"Good night, my love."
He lets out a contented sigh and snuggles against you, slowly drifting off to sleep. You watch him for a little bit like you always do, knowing that he usually has a nightmare within his first hour of nodding off. When your own eyelids start to droop you kiss his shoulder and roll away to your side of the bed, keeping a hand on his back in case he awakens during the night
Your little prince sleeps soundly next to you.
Author's Note:
Inspiration for the fic came from https://sapphicstars.tumblr.com/post/627565264526032896/subhotch-headcanons