Reese has never been so content as when he’s on his knees for her. Waiting. Ready to do whatever it is his queen desires.
Right now, on his knees with his hands crossed at the wrist behind his back, all he can think about is tasting her. She’s been teasing him for an hour with the promise of her beautiful pussy. His cock is so hard it’s dripping, slick with precome that Corinne has cooed over, swiping her finger along it to lick right in front of him while he throbs.
They’re due to be at his parents’ house for Thanksgiving dinner in three hours.
Corinne, wearing only a pair of tiny black lace panties, is fixing her hair in front of the mirror on the dresser. She glances at him in the reflection and gives him that slow, somehow secret smile that is just for him. She smoothes a curl and tucks it into place, then turns to lean against the dresser.
When she parts her legs and slips a fingertip over the front of her panties, Reese groans. “Please…”
Corinne laughs and leans to take his face in her hands. She kisses his mouth, but when he uncrosses his arms from behind his back to grip her hips, her fingers tighten on his jaw. Hard.
“Behave,” she whispers. “I told you not to move.”
Standing, she can easily press her pussy to his eager, waiting mouth. He breathes her in through the lace, but he does not move again. With a murmur of approval, Corinne at last pulls her panties to the side and lets him lap at her heat. The taste of her has his hips bucking forward, and this time, she slaps his face lightly as she pulls her body away from his questing tongue.
“Bad boy,” she says. The slap wasn’t hard enough even to sting, but her disapproval does.
Again, she takes his face into her hands, this time to look deeply into his eyes. Her kiss feathers over his lips. Reese shakes with the effort of not moving to take her in his arms, to pull her against his face. To push her onto her back right there on the bare bedroom floor and fuck her hard enough to wipe that smile off her face.
“You hate it when I slap you,” she whispers. Her tongue flicks against his lips before she takes the lower one between his teeth and bites, stretching the tender flesh just hard enough to hurt before she lets go and soothes his skin with another kiss. “But you love it too. You want to get me on my hands and knees right now, don’t you? Put me in my place with that thick, pretty cock in my cunt. Don’t you?”
“Yes…”
Another slap, this one harder, turning his face.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” The words come out with a bit of a snarl that makes her laugh, and she’s right. He does hate it when she slaps him, even though he fucking loves it at the same time because he likes the pain. He likes that when she hits him, her nipples get hard and her eyes glaze.
“I like to hurt you,” Corinne breathes into his ear as her hand slides into his hair and pulls. Her shin goes between his legs, pressing his erection against his belly. “I love it. I love the sounds you make, Reese. I love how hard your cock gets, I love how you leak for me, I love it when you can’t hold yourself back any longer, but I love how hard you try because you know I want you to last.”
She pulls his hair harder, tipping his head so she can get at his mouth. His knees hurt. His hands sting from how hard he’s making fists to keep himself from grabbing her. His cock aches, his balls heavy and tender.
“I love you,” Corinne says into his mouth.
He sighs. “I love you too.”
To his surprise, Corinne gets on her knees in front of him. Once more, she takes his face in her hands. “I’m nervous about meeting your parents.”
She has not told him that he can move, but he takes the chance of disappointing her to take her in his arms anyway, because she needs his comfort more than he needs to avoid disobedience. Because this is part of how they work; he needs to know when it’s all right to break out of the game to give her what she needs.
“Why?” He nuzzles her throat, pulling her close as she buries her face against him.
“Well…it’s a big deal, right? Big family dinner. I know you and your dad haven’t been getting along—”
“That’s not because of you.”
“It’s partially because of me,” she says. “Because you’ve moved in with me, left the farm. I know he blames me a little bit for turning your head.”
“My dad doesn’t know anything about me. I wanted to leave the farm long before I met you, Corinne.”
She snuggles against him and they shift so he can sit instead of kneeling. His knees cry hallelujah. His cock, on the other hand, is still tortured when she cuddles herself into his lap.
“I want them to like me, I guess. That’s all.”
“They’ll like you.” He’s not actually certain of that, but it’s a small lie.
She looks at him, not convinced. “Uh-huh.”