Latenightso - Untitled

Ropes look so good on you, my prince. But that’s just a pretty side effect, isn’t it?

The main show is how wet you get because of it, the tiny little moans leaving your lips when I pull one of them tight around your limbs, how you try to struggle against them, struggle against me.

You’d love my fingers somewhere else now, don’t you, pretty boy? Not slowly, way too softly caressing your skin while you’re just laying there, unable to move, unable to touch yourself - or touch me, for that matter. You’re at my complete mercy like this and you’re leaking because the thought turns you on so much, despite all your whining.

But when my fingers finally reach between your legs and I start giving you exactly what you want… you oh so soon notice that I’m still not being nice to you. I love having control over you too much, I love to see you whimper and whine and thrust your hips against my fingers while they’re rubbing on your swollen clit.

Trust me, one orgasm of yours isn’t the end. The real fun only begins when you already came and my movements don’t stop, and you whine, beg, desperately call out my title. You’re such a pretty boytoy like this. And you love it, love looking like a needy mess, love the way I look at you when you’re in this state, don’t you?

have i mentioned my humiliation kink?? bc i would give fucking anything for someone to rub their dick over my dripping hole and tease me for how needy and pathetic my little boy clit is

it’s only natural, isn’t it? for a sweet little dripping boyslut like me to get used for the pleasure of men with bigger cocks. it’s only right for me to give in and beg to be humiliated and owned. squeeze my throat while you rub my boy clit and remind me of my fucking place

taming your brat by spanking them and pressing them into the bed til they’re soaking wet for you, then teasing them through their underwear but stopping before giving them enough…the soaked fabric against your fingers…the way their eyes widen in desperation for you to keep touching them, how they grind uselessly against the air…how they whimper and mumble in apology for being so insolent as you hold their arms back if they try to touch themselves…..then finally giving them what they need and letting them come all over your fingers….