Pearl’s Naughty Pet
Pearl's gaze was brutal as it raked over her little toy. "Strip," she commanded, her voice as smooth as honey laced with poison. "Now."
He scrambled to obey, nearly tripping over himself in his haste to comply. Pearl smirked, leaning back in her chair as she watched him fumble with his clothes. Such an eager little puppy. It was almost too easy.
Once he was naked, trembling and vulnerable before her, Pearl crooked a finger. "Come here. On your knees."
He crawled to her, head bowed in supplication. "Good boy," she purred, petting his hair almost gently. "You're going to be a good boy for me today, aren't you? You're going to follow my instructions to the letter."
"Y-Yes, Mistress," he stammered.
"Mmm, I thought you might." Pearl spread her legs, revealing her soaked panties. "Lick. Don't you dare touch yourself until I say otherwise."
He dove between her thighs with a desperate moan, lapping at her through the fabric. Pearl grunted in satisfaction, fisting a hand in his hair. "That's it, worship your Mistress. Get them nice and wet for me."
After a few moments, she pushed him back with a tut of disapproval. "Tsk tsk. So sloppy. Let's try that again, shall we? Slowly this time."
He took a shuddering breath, nuzzling her panties before carefully lapping at her clothed slit. "Good," Pearl encouraged. "Very good. You're learning."
Emboldened, he began to suckle her through the thin cotton, his tongue tracing her slit and circling her clit. Pearl's thighs quivered, her breath hitching. "Ohhh fuck yes, just like that—"
She choked off with a gasp as his fingers crept towards his straining erection. "Ah ah ah, what did I say about touching yourself?" Her hand tightened in his hair, yanking his head back. "Naughty boy."
"I-I'm sorry, Mistress!" he whimpered, going cross-eyed as he tried to crane his neck towards his aching cock. "I couldn't help it!"
"Since you asked so nicely..." Pearl unbuttoned her pants with her free hand, shoving them down just enough to bare her glistening pussy. "Put that tongue to work before I change my mind."
He groaned in relief, surging forward to lap at her freely. Pearl ground against his face with a throaty moan, her pussy clenching around his invading tongue. "Fuck, that's it, eat me out like the desperate little slut you are—"
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, hips bucking as she gushed into his eager mouth. "Drink it down, don't you dare spill a drop!"
The boy gulped and swallowed, lapping up every last bit of her release. When she finally stilled, he sat back on his haunches, lips and chin shiny with her juices. He looked thoroughly debauched, eyes glazed with lust and submission.
"Clean yourself off," Pearl ordered, pushing him away. "With a finger. Slowly."
He shuddered, bringing a trembling hand to his face. He swiped at his lips, gathering her essence on his fingers before sucking them clean. "Mmm, Mistress tastes so good," he breathed.
"Flatterer." But there was a hint of pleased rumble in her tone. "Now, I believe you have a task to complete, pet. Apologies for the distraction."
The boy's eyes darted to his straining erection, an unspoken please hovering on his lips. Pearl's expression softened almost imperceptibly. "If you do very very well, maybe Mistress will let you cum. Would you like that, sweetie?"
"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress!" His voice cracked with desperation, hips twitching with the effort of holding himself back.
"Good boy. Now, off you go. Edge yourself for me, nice and slow. Don't you dare slip over the edge until I give you permission."
He let out a ragged moan, fisting his cock and beginning to pump in earnest. "Mistress, please—" he gasped after a few moments, thighs trembling with strain.
"Not yet," Pearl said firmly. "You know the rules. You don't get to cum until I say so."
The boy whined but obediently loosened his grip, reducing his strokes to a slow, shallow glide. Pearl watched him with a hawk's focus, drinking in every hitched breath and desperate keen. He was so beautifully responsive, practically vibrating with pent-up need.
"Deeper," she commanded, and he immediately obeyed, sinking into a tight, hot channel of wet heat. "Fuck yes, that's it, make that cock nice and sloppy for me. Get it ready for my cunt."
The boy threw his head back with a broken wail, hips stuttering as he pistoned into the tight, slick passage. His eyes rolled back, barely clinging to the edge of his control. "Mistress, please, I c-can't—"
"YES you can," Pearl snapped, her own voice rough with arousal. "You will wait until I give you permission, understand? You do NOT get to cum until I say you can."
"Yes Mistress!" he sobbed, going still, barely breathing as he teetered on the knife's edge of completion. "I'll be good, I'll be so good for you Mistress!"
"That's my good boy," she crooned, reaching down to pet his hair in approval. "Now, I'm going to let you cum. You're going to paint my thighs with it like a good little boy, got it? Don't you dare aim anywhere else."
The boy let out a broken keen, fisting his cock in desperate, erratic strokes. "Please please please—"
"Now!" Pearl barked, and he shattered with a guttural moan.
Thick ropes of cum splattered across her thighs, the boy shaking and writhing through his orgasm. He collapsed forward, nuzzling into her skin as he gasped for breath.
"There you go, sweetie," Pearl cooed, petting his hair. "You did so well for your Mistress. I'm very proud of you."
"Thank you Mistress," he mumbled into her skin, voice rough and sated. "Thank you for letting me serve you."
"Mmm, and what a devoted little servant you are. Now, be a good boy and clean up your mess."
He lifted his head, flushing with embarrassment as he realized the state he'd left her thighs in. "Yes Mistress," he said meekly, before beginning to lave at the cooling cum with his tongue.
Pearl let out a thoughtful hum, watching him work. "Very good, pet. Once you're finished, we're going to do it all again. And again, and again, until I'm satisfied."
She smiled down at him, a wicked, indulgent curve of her lips. "You'll do that for me, won't you, sweetie? Serve your Mistress until she's fully pleasured?"
The boy lifted his head, eyes shining with devotion and adoration. "Yes Mistress," he breathed, voice ringing with conviction. "Always."
Pearl's smile widened, slow and thorough. "Good boy. Now, get back to work before I change my mind about that reward."