Giving Him What He Needs

Getting out of the shower, I walk from the bathroom to my bedroom while drying off with the towel. The sight of my sub kneeling next to the bed with his collar on, causes me to pause. His warm brown eyes are begging with need in this pleading puppy dog look. He normally lets me lead on when we play, so for him to do this means he's needing me. Needing me to take control.

I drop the towel and walk over slowly, keeping eye contact with him. He lowers his eyes before I reach him, but not before I see the silent please move across his lips.

Running my fingers through his hair gently, I watch his body relax at my touch. "You've been so good for me this week. You know that right? You're such a good boy for me."

He relaxes further, pressing his head into my hand as I move it down to his cheek. I can see his cock is hard, waiting and wanting.

I caress his face before sliding two fingers into his mouth. "Suck," I order, keeping my voice soft but firm.

He moans as he wraps his lips around my fingers, sucking and letting me slide them in and out. I move them deeper and he gags but keeps himself from pulling back. "Good boy... You're such a good boy."

His eyes roll back and he lets out another moan. He's such a praise slut, and my words only make his cock harder. It bobs against his stomach, precum smearing across his skin. Seeing him turned on is what turns me on, and I bite back my own moan.

Pulling my fingers out, I let them slide down his chin to mark him with his own drool. "You're mine," I lean down to whisper next to his ear, and his whole body shudders.

Straightening, I tilt his chin to make sure he's looking up at me. "Do you want to please me?"

"Yes, Ma'am...please," he whispers, begging me with those eyes again. "Please."

I leave him there to get our toy bag from the closet, knowing full well he will be in the same position when I return.

Once I have everything out and laying on the bench at the foot of our bed, I order him over. "Come."

Instead of standing, he crawls around the bed to my feet and nuzzles my leg when he reaches me. He always has this adoration that melts my heart. "Up," I say softly.

He stands, chest heaving as if his desire is too much and he's on the verge of breaking apart.

"Hands, please."

Leather cuffs are getting buckled on when he leans forward to press his face into my neck. I nip his jawline and he stands tall again, those warm eyes telling me he's sorry. "I know you need me but patience, please."

"Yes, Ma'am...sorry Ma'am," he replies in a contrite voice.

I have to stand up on the bench to reach the tie out we have hanging from the ceiling. He raises his arms without me asking, and I snap the hook onto both cuffs. Pausing for a second, I check to make sure nothing is pinching while massaging his fingers and hands, on down his arms. I love touching him, making him feel loved and wanted.

Stepping down from the bench, I take the time to massage his shoulders and chest, moving around him to rub his back and down to his butt. I take notice he's wearing a plug, his signal to me how far he'd love this to go. "Relax for me...you work so hard and need to let go." Moans come as I slip closer and slide my arm around his middle to wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him until I know he's close.

I don't let him come but instead kneel to massage his legs. When I get to the front, the sight of his pre-cum glistening at the end of his cock beckons me. Leaning forward I lick the end and swirl my tongue around the head. His body arches a little, making me pull away. "Is my good boy supposed to move?"

"No, Ma'am...please," he begs.

"That's what I thought. I think someone needs a spanking..."

He groans, nodding like he'll give me anything..We both know spanking isn't a punishment for him but he is turned on more when I claim that's what it's for. My sub loves to be spanked. He's not a masochist but spanking makes him feel loved.

"Stay still." I lean forward to take his hard cock into my mouth again. This time he manages not to move while I lick and suck, sliding him in and out of my mouth over and over.

"Stop...stop please. I'm going to come..."

Pulling away, I let him breathe for a minute, rubbing my hands up and down his legs while he does. He nods, and I repeat the torture of my tongue and mouth, letting him deeper into my throat.

"Stop!" He groans out again.

We cycle through this a few more times until I can see his body is rigid, his teethed clenched with tension. We know each other well and he's almost to his breaking point.

"Color please," I ask as I stand in front of him, kissing his chest and wrapping my arms around his back to comfort him.

"Green," he immediately tells me. "I mean it's green, Ma'am."

Climbing up onto the bench once more, I unhook his cuffs so he can lower his arms. Sometimes we play right here, but I prefer spanking him on the bed. He lifts me down from the bench but I still take the time to rub his arms and make sure they're okay.

"Now for your spanking since you were naughty." I take his hand and lead him around to the side of the bed. He waits for me to sit on the bed before arranging himself to lay across my lap.

I take the extra time to rub his back and down to his butt, massaging out some of the tension from his day. I know it's not going to take away the need he has but it shows him how much I love him and his body.

When I'm ready, I smack his ass cheek and then the other side. He struggles not to grind his hard length into my lap but stops himself in time. I smack his butt again and again, making sure to warm up his entire bottom until it's pink.

Even with just this much, he's already relaxing more onto me. I start spanking him harder, giving him ten smacks before rubbing his butt and then ten more. My hand burns but I ignore it, giving him what he needs.

His breath catches in almost a half sob in the middle of the next set, and I stop, rubbing his ass gently to comfort him. "Color, please?"

"Green, Ma'am," he answers with a shaky voice.

I finish the set of ten, watching tears leak down his turned face. This was the release he needed, and I wanted him to have. Spending extra time running my hands over his ass and up his back, I let him breathe through it.

When he's ready, he opens his eyes and turns his head more to look at me. "Let me worship you...please, ma'am."

"Up and kneel on the bed," I order, softly.

He obeys, moving to kneel in the position with his hand behind his back. I scoot off the bed and gather a few things before rejoining him on the bed. Leaning forward, I kiss his upper arm to show him love and my own adoration. He turns his head to kiss the top of mine, and I can't resist moving closer to kiss his lips. "I love you," I whisper when I pull away.

"I love you, too... Please let me show you," he begs, desire and need heavy in his voice.

"Patience," I say, snapping his cuffs together behind his back so he can't move them apart. Leather cuffs get put on his ankles and hooked together as well. A leash gets snapped onto his collar because I know he loves the feeling when I tug on it.

Once I scoot back on the bed to lay down, I tug his leash and he falls forward, his chest hitting the bed. It takes him a second to get his balance and rise up enough to kneel crawl closer. As he moves between my spread legs, his mouth kisses up my thigh, soft and sensual, forcing a moan from my own lips. His cock is so hard it's making me wet just seeing it as his body twists to the side to inch closer.

A low groan comes from him when his tongue reaches my pussy. I spread my legs further, giving him access to pleasure me. His tongue finds my clit and is relentless until I'm squirming underneath him, desperate for my own release. Like I am with him, the more turned on I am the louder his groans get and the more turned on he sounds. Every lick makes me curl my toes and arch my back. I reached down to grip his hair, pressing his face closer and causing him to groan against my pussy. "Right there... fuck..." I moan, letting the pleasure take over as I orgasm.

He doesn't stop licking until I have to jerk his leash because my clit is too sensitive. His shoulders strain to hover above me, licking up my stomach to my breasts. I let him suck and bite my nipples until I'm writhing underneath him once more. When I can't take it any longer, I push him over, straddling his stomach and leaning down to kiss him. Our kissing is passionate and filled with love, but also fire and heat like we can never get enough of each other.

Not wanting to hurt his arms, I break off the kiss and move off of him, letting him roll to the side so I can unhook his cuffs. I massage his arms and shoulders while he watches me with hooded eyes.

"You're beautiful," I tell him, pressing my lips to his in a soft kiss.

"I want you...please, ma'am. I want to be inside you... I need to come..."

As much as I love hearing those words, I give him a "Tsk...you should be asking what I want."

He knows I'd give him the moon if I could but he needs me to be in control right now, and I'm not ready for him to come.

"Please," he whispers, desperation in his voice.

"Move to the center of the bed, arms above your head." I scoot over to give him room and then lean up to tie his cuffs to the rope we keep there.

When I have him secure, I ease down his body until his cock is underneath my pussy. I wrap my hand around the base and ease the head inside me, sliding down his cock with a moan. His groan echoes mine, both of us panting through the pleasure.

Staring into his eyes, I give him the command, "You will not come. Do you understand?"

He nods and then remembers to say, "Yes, Ma'am..."

Instead of riding him, I lower my hand between my legs and rub my clit the way I like it. It feels so good when he's deep inside of me, with me pressing the spot that drives me crazy. When I hit the right spot, my pussy clenches around him and he groans. I repeat it over and over, watching him struggle not to come. He's so turned on, it's hard for me to hold back my orgasm. But I do, torturing him with the feel of my pussy but no movement other than when I clench around him.

"Fuck!" He growls out, trying to yank his arms down but unable to move. "Please...please let me come."

"No," I answer, a smile on my lips. "You'll suffer for me because it's what I want."

Those words settle him a little until I clench around him again. I lean my head back and close my eyes, letting myself get lost in the pleasure of feeling him inside of me while I rub my clit. Each clench brings me closer and closer to heaven. What turns me on the most is him watching me, his panting getting louder with the sexy mixtures of growls and whimpers. My mouth parts as the waves of pleasure come, letting me grip his cock with my pussy so tightly he's crying out.

When I open my eyes and rest my hands on his chest, his breathing is ragged and his eyes are begging me with desperation.

Climbing off of him, I get off the bed to grab the vibrating strapless dildo and some lube. "Roll over, baby," I order when I crawl back onto the bed. He quickly rolls over and gets comfortable for me, his ass lightly arched up in hopes I'll use him.

I turn on the vibrator and insert part of the curved dildo inside of me. Straddling his thighs, I run my hand over his ass and down his crack, tugging the butt plug out gently. "Do you need me to prep you more?"

"No, Ma'am. Please..."

Opening the lube bottle, I generously apply it to the dildo and then pour some over his asshole, using my finger to make sure he's lubed up enough. I crawl up over him and slow press the dildo to his hole, watching it sink into him. "Relax for me, baby."

He lets out a breath and relaxes, letting it slide in easier. I pause when my body is pressed completely against his. "Color, please?"

"Green...all the green...Ma'am," he groans out.

I kiss his back and start to move slowly, making love to him because I need it. Every kiss to his back and slide in and out is telling him I love him. I know it's torturing him because he can't touch himself or move but I'm taking what I need right now, and that's the intimacy and closeness of laying over him. Skin to skin, his warmth seeping into every part of my body...my heart and soul.

Every whisper of my love brings us closer. Every touch tying us together more than we already were.

When I have all I need, I pull out and slap his ass. "Up on your knees."

He scoots up onto his knees, his chest still flat on the bed. I reach between his legs to stroke him a few times, loving every moan he gives me. He's close, his pre-cum a constant flow out the swollen head of his cock. I massage and tug on his balls before pressing the dildo back inside him.

This time I don't go slow. I fuck him faster and harder, giving him what he needs. The vibrator pressing on my clit is pure bliss and is bringing me so close to coming again. Each movement causes the curved piece inside me to touch my g-spot, giving me this tiny burst of sheer pleasure.

"Oh fuck...oh god..." His head is thrown back, his back arched beautifully.

I know I'm hitting the spot that drives him crazy and I make sure to keep angling that way.

"Please may I come.. please," he begs, his body starting to shake.

"Come for me," I order back, thrusting into him deep.

His whimper turns into a shout as he comes and comes. Knowing he's coming brings my own orgasm on, and I force myself to keep the rhythm even though I want to go still and feel every ounce of pleasure pulsing through me.

As soon as his body relaxes, I slow down and ease out of his hole, pulling the dildo out of me to toss to the side. I lean up over him to unhook his cuffs, and he immediately rolls over to pull me into his arms.

We both cling to each other, kissing in our slow way that comforts us. Time goes by without notice while we are lost in each other.

Eventually, we pull back from kissing enough to talk, and I smile at him. "Hands free?"

He grins, stretching slightly before wrapping his arm around me again. "You kept hitting that spot and it was like you stroking my cock."

"Do you feel better?" I ask, running my fingers down his cheek.

He nods, giving me a grateful look. "It was a rough day. I needed you."

"You have me. Always," I murmur, leaning in for another kiss.

Always.