Edging a good boy

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My eyes track your movement as you slowly take your clothes off for me, piece by piece, slowly, just like I asked. I have a fire crackling in the fireplace on purpose. We both knew you'd be naked by the end of the night, and I don't want you getting cold because of it.

I want all your skin available to me, but I want you to be comfortable. I watch your hand shake as you fumble with the button on your pants. I wonder how much of that is excitement.

You asked for this after all, and what kind of mommy would I be if I denied my sweet boy what he wanted? I sip the wine in my hand, settling it on the fishnet-covered skin of my knee while I start breathing heavier once your throbbing erection is free. Bobbing in the firelight like a hypnotizing pendulum, I stare transfixed, admiring the shape of you as the silence stretched out between us.

Fold them, baby boy, I instruct, my voice huskier than I meant it to be, dropping my chin in the direction of the heap of clothes on the floor. You move too fast, too eager, and I snap the paddle in my other hand against my leg as warning. The crack reverberates through you, jolting you to a stop with your hands full of your shirt.

I don't need to say anything. You know why I did it. Your eagerness is electric.

I know how good you want to be for me, but I want you to go slowly, and this is how we discussed it would be done. If you forgot, well, it's up to me to remind you. Your lungs expand in your chest, stretching the expansive skin across your back in the flickering light of the fire.

A light sheen of sweat makes you look like you're encased in jewels. The more you descend into your haze, the more beautiful you become. Your eagerness has shifted into mindfulness, falling into the ritual of folding your clothes so they stacked nicely next to the fire.

The crisp pops and crackles are the only sound in the room over our breathing, the fire smoke pulling us down together. Sipping my wine again, I let the tartness of it fill my mouth as you stand again in front of me, hard and waiting. You haven't touched yourself yet, and I'm so proud.

My eyes lazily tracing over your body. Your bright, glassy eyes watching me. The way you're fighting to keep your breathing under control.

I see the way your toes curl and uncurl in the plush rug underneath you. Everything is how I wanted it to be. The only light in the room is the fire, warming your backside right now as you wait for my next instruction.

Where are you right now, sweet boy? My words are cut off by you blurting out the color green. I hear the desire thick and raspy in your voice.

It sends electricity shooting through my body straight to my pussy. I love hearing you call me mommy, sweet boy. I smile, locking eyes with you as I bring the glass to my lips.

Stroke three times for me, sweet boy. Any speed, but only three. Your hand locks around your cock quickly, but you wait to stroke yourself.

Sipping, I watch you slowly and methodically stroke from the base of your throbbing cock to the tip. Your shaking fingers wrapping around the swollen crown of your head before descending again. Count out loud, I instruct.

You part your lips as your tongue flicks out quickly, nodding almost imperceptibly before whispering yes. Yes, what? I snap, my voice harder and I watch you visibly recoil.

More quick, breathless babbles from you that make me lightheaded. Sorry, mommy. Yes, mommy.

So sweet, but good boys need to be reminded of their place. You only get one more time now. Don't forget again, angel.

Your eyes widen as you nod your head aggressively, thanking me the way you know you should. You're so addictive when your desire clouds your mind like this. It makes you more irresistible, and I can't deny that my pussy is dripping watching you stand there outlined in firelight looking like the most delicious meal.

Good boy. Make it count. I smile sweetly as I tip the glass in the direction of your throbbing cock.

A shiver racks your body as you open your mouth to pant, your body glowing with your desire. By the time your hand strokes upwards towards your head again, a stunning bead of pre-cum forms on the tip. Stop.

Come here. It only takes three steps as you take large strides to close the distance between us, standing close enough to touch the boots I'm wearing. Your fingers close tightly around the tip of your cock like a vice.

Turn. I indicate for you to turn to the side. I want to see the firelight reflected in the perfect, clear drop that's remained on the head of your cock.

I can hear your breathing faster, your body vibrating in front of me. It's intoxicating. I lean forward, examining this glorious cock that belongs to me.

Whose pre-cum is this? I ask under my breath, making sure that it washes over your cock and my stomach flips when I watch it pulse in your hand. Another shiver racks your body as you tell me it belongs to me.

Such a good boy. Thank you, baby boy. Mommy loves knowing that this cum and this cock are hers.

Thank you for giving mommy what she wants. I praise as I lean forward and open my mouth, wrapping my lips around the head of your cock. Your responding moan is immediate.

I hear your eyes close as I swirl my tongue over the sensitive head, moaning myself as the taste of your desire fills my mouth. Your knees reflexively lock and unlock as pleasure courses through you. I pull off your cock with a pop, looking up at you with a grin.

Tell mommy what the rules are before we continue. I listen intently as the instructions I gave you earlier are repeated through stuttered breaths and sighs. The rules were that you have to tell me when you're going to cum so I can stop.

I want you teetering on the edge of insanity, baby boy. I want every cell in your body alive and screaming, waiting for me to let you cum. I look up at you, my hand wrapped around your throbbing shaft.

And what happens when you know you're going to cum, sweet boy? You swallow harshly, your jaw falling slack as you whisper what happens. You know that I want all your cum in my pussy, baby boy.

That's right. You also have to thank me. Good memory.

Because that's where good boys get to finish. And mommy is so nice to let her good boys finish inside of her. And you want to be a good boy for me, don't you? Very good, baby boy.

Hands off. You drop your hand away with a moan while I wrap mine around yours in its place. I loved this part.

Taking my time, stroking your cock so slowly from the very bottom to the very top. I love feeling how hard you are for me. Knowing that I get to navigate you through the haze that's burning you up inside.

I hear it start to take over in your breath. The way you shake every time I stroke you. I love watching you tremble to stay upright.

The pleasure almost too much for you to bear. Such a beautiful boy. I murmur as I keep my face close to your cock, the other hand reaching up to massage your balls, pulling another deliciously low moan from you.

Are these sensitive, angel? Another whimper. Another jolt to my pussy as you tell me they are so sensitive.

I love the way mommy sounds in your mouth as you address me correctly again. Such a good boy. Such a good boy for me.

I squeeze them hard, making you hiss inwardly while I increase my speed. You're leaking so much, baby boy. You start begging me, your body shuddering as the pain shifts the pleasure higher.

I increase my speed, your words getting swallowed up by the pleasure in my hands. I relax my hold on your balls only to squeeze them firmly again, using the delicious pre-cum leaking out of your tip as lubrication. Listening to the precious moans and mules you make become my favorite song.

Getting lost in the rhythm of stroking you and listening, and soon the slick sounds of me using my hand to pull your pleasure echo out around us until you find your voice again. I pull my hand away as soon as you say you're gonna come, instantly denying you the one thing I know you want. The power in that makes my head swim, and I watch as your cock jumps and throbs, desperately trying to reach for the friction I know you want so you can come.

Not yet. You sway on your feet as you moan and clench your fists at your sides, the struggle of pulling back from the edge like a drug for me. Your cock bobs in front of me, throbbing with the nearness of your orgasm, taunting me.

I bet if I breathe on it, it would push you over. I could, but I'm not going to. This isn't the first edge we're riding tonight.

I lean back in my chair, grabbing my glass and draining it before I place my hand on the bare skin of your hip, making you jump. Your skin is fevered under my touch as I gently push you back so I can get to my feet. Standing in front of you, I wait for you to open your eyes like you're waking up from a dream.

Sleepy. Hazy. Perfect.

Come here, angel. Sit down on the couch for me, please. I turn to walk to the couch, knowing that you'll follow me.

You stop in front of me before you sit, and I cradle your face in my hands. Lowering my lips to yours, I kiss you until we're breathless. It's as if you're breathing fire, and I'm a fire-eater, hungry for the breath that's fueling you.

Where are you right now, sweet- You interrupt me again to tell me that you're still green, something that was so endearing that I can't bring myself to punish you for it. You beg quietly, making me smile and tilt my head at you. Please what, angel? You clench and unclench your hands at your sides as you beg for me to touch you.

So sweet. So good for me. Of course, baby.

Please sit. Your knees practically give out as you drop into the couch in front of the fire, a sigh of relief leaving your body with a smile. Does mommy make you feel good, baby? I ask as I get to my knees, pulling yours open with my fingers so I have access to every part of you.

Trailing my fingers up and down these sensitive inner parts of your thighs, delighting in the hitches in your breath. I fight the urge to moan when you say yes, pleading that you want to be so good for me. Don't you know you're already being so good for me? How every time you call me mommy it makes me a little more feral for you.

You want to be good for me? I muse as I shift from the pads of my fingers to the sharp edges of my fingernails, humming my approval in the white lines I leave in the wake of the drags across your skin. It isn't enough to leave angry marks, but it is enough to make you hiss and jerk your body, and that's what I want.

I made sure my nails were short for this session, but they are long enough to leave marks I know you'd feel. I stick my finger in my mouth, covering it with my saliva. Did my sweet boy clean his naughty hole before he came to see me? I ask as I pop the finger out of my mouth.

I lock eyes with you and notice the panic that tries to take over the haze in your face. You swallow thickly, nodding. You open your mouth, telling me you did because that's what good boys do when mommy asks them to do anything.

You're so fucking perfect for me it makes me dizzy. Good boy, give me your foot. You tilt your head in confusion, but you obey as you pull your knee up to your chest, resting the heel of your foot on my shoulder.

The bend in your leg opens up your sensitive hole to me, which is exactly what I wanted. Uncertainty spills past your lips as you shake under my touch. Hush, baby.

I coo as I trail my saliva-coated finger across the seam of your balls before circling around the tight, puckered hole underneath it. While I circle your asshole, I bring my other hand up and slowly drag my fingernails across the bottom of your foot. A laugh erupts from you as your body responds to my tickling, pulling a laugh from me as well.

I alternate between circling your asshole and tickling you before I push my finger inside, your laugh swallowed up by a moan. Relax, baby. Let mommy in.

I gently pull my finger out, pushing it back into the second knuckle while you try to catch your breath. Leaning forward, I drop a glob of spit onto where I was pushing inside of you, increasing the speed a little bit before stopping. I tickle your foot again, watching your body struggle between laughing and moaning.

This is the space I want to suspend you in. Leaving your foot on my shoulder, I trail my hand down your leg, walking my fingers across your skin. I smile when I see goosebumps before resting my hand on your cock, making you jolt once more.

You cry out as I simply apply pressure to your cock, feeling it throb under my palm while I work my finger into your ass. Moan for me, angel. I whisper as I wrap my hand around your rock-hard shaft and squeeze upward.

You whimper, your breath catching in your chest as pre-cum oozes out the tip of your cock as I stroke you. You jolt upright, squealing that you're about to cum, which makes me stop, stilling my finger in your asshole. A sadistic smile on my lips as I watch you fight your orgasm again for me, this thunderstorm of desire crashing under your skin.

A large sigh escapes you as you collapse back on the couch, your chest heaving. I rest my head on the inside of your thigh, watching your cock throb. Good boy, I murmur, pressing a kiss to your thigh before straightening and sitting back on my heels, pulling my finger out of your ass.

Scooch over. I get to my feet and join you on the couch, laying on my back with you curled up in the crook, your head resting on my bare breast. Your voice is small when you speak again, the silence resting between us like an old lover.

You ask me if you can suck on my nipples, which I happily agree to. Of course, baby, thank you for asking. You don't hesitate to latch onto my nipples, pulling hard like you know I like it and making me arch my chest into your mouth.

I moan breathlessly as you nip and pull on my nipple with your lips, my hand running through your hair as I press my lips to the top of your head. You're making mommy feel so good, baby. I whisper into your hair as you moan into my breast in response, your arm wrapping around my waist to pull me closer into you.

I feel your hips rock into my leg, rubbing your sensitive cock against me. I get dizzy under your mouth, listening to the shivery breaths that escape your lips. They're latched onto my nipple until you stop with it in your mouth.

You're breathing almost out of control. Where are we right now, sweet boy? The haze in your eyes is evident, glassy, unfocused, right where I want you.

You whisper that you're still green, but you have to stop because sucking on my nipples almost made you come, and I haven't given you permission. Because good boys get to come in my pussy, and I know that's where you want to finish. I squeeze you while you catch your breath, rolling into you and throwing my leg over yours.

You're such a good boy for me. I reach between us to wrap my hand around your cock, using my thumb to spread the pre-cum over your head. I ignore the panic in your voice when you tell me to stop, my own need riding me harder than I imagined, but seeing you in this suspended state is taking its toll on me, and I need you.

Endure it.