"I'll take this, this, and this." Standing confidently, he assumed a sassy queen-like posture as he indicated his desired clothing to the seller, casually observing her seated demeanor for any signs of discomfort. His current demeanor was a result of her tardiness for their date, leaving him visibly displeased.
Despite her attempts to explain the reason for her lateness, he remained indifferent to the details of the meeting. For him, the primary concern was her punctuality, as if it were a personal promise being broken. He firmly believed that timeliness was a reflection of one's significance to someone.
"He's making quite a few purchases, ma'am," her black-clad bodyguard, positioned by her side behind the couch, expressed concern, already burdened with numerous bags. "Let him. He's an irritated princess at the moment," she smirked, savoring the sight of his pouty behavior as he purposefully ignored her and departed after finalizing his clothing selections.
"Let's go to another store. He's not finished yet," she chuckled, rising slowly to settle the bill, observing him standing outside the store.
This pattern persisted through several more stores, with him consistently ignoring her gaze, touch, and words. Watching him act this way always ignited her passion for him, and she intended to savor the spectacle as much as possible.
"Are you content with your purchases?" she inquired, sitting beside him in her sleek black car, while the driver playfully observed them, witnessing an uncommon side of his boss. "I would have been, but thanks to you, I'm not," he replied with a mix of bitterness and sweetness, prompting her to conceal her emerging smile.
"Hmm, that is indeed true. So, how about we eat something sweet, just like yourself?" She responded with a sweet tone, pinching his cheek, only to see him subtly evade her, rolling his eyes out of the window.
"Chocolate cake," he pouted, attempting to resist melting under her sweetness.
After their brief visit to the coffee shop, they returned home with satisfied stomachs, yet he remained dissatisfied with her, just as she had expected.
"Why don't you freshen up, and we can watch a movie?" she suggested, observing the bodyguards unload multiple bags onto the bed before leaving, signaling that her night is going to be very tough.
"No, I want to try all of these on," he insisted, examining the bags of clothes near the mirror.
"Alright, then I'll go freshen up," she replied serenely, only to be stopped by his probing words and irritated gaze. "Where are you going? Sit there and watch me try everything. I need to know if they look good on me or not."
A smirk appeared on her face, her feet stepping closer to him, "Why do you need me to tell you if they look good on you or not? Did you buy them for me or for yourself?" Her whispery words caused his eyes to flutter, and his body to tense up.
"Don't talk nonsense and sit there quietly," he stuttered, attempting to sound angry, turning away from her halted figure to face himself in the mirror, stealing a glance at her smirking face.
He proceeded to try on various outfits, modeling in front of her, relishing the control he had over her. He enjoyed the revenge, making her sit still for him, unable to do anything.
But she had had enough of his bratty behavior, watching him change his clothes multiple times before her eyes had riled her needs. "Come, sit on my lap," she calmly instructed, causing a flutter within him. But he denied it.
Despite his initial denial, she persisted, watching him struggle with another shirt, his eyes fluttering not to look at her. "Haven't I bought everything you wanted?"
"You did it because you made me angry." He rejected her with the same bad behavior, heightening her arousal, and prompting her to stand up confidently. "Okay, that's enough," she declared, retrieving toys from the drawer beside the bed.
"I've endured enough of your punishment," she added, approaching him as he stepped back by her boldness. "You haven't let me touch you, talk to you, or even look at you." Halting before his quivering figure, she gently grasped his wrists and pulled him toward the bed.
"What are you doing?" he resisted but found himself thrown onto the bed. She quickly straddled his abdomen and tied his hands to the bed, prompting his eyes to widen. "Be nice," she simply said, adding a collar to his throat.
"What am I, your puppy?" he aggressively responded. "Come on, haven't I been good?" she leaned in, cupped his cheeks, and softly breathed above his pouty lips as she regarded him sway his eyes away from her.
"Look at me!" she insisted, gripping his face to direct his gaze towards her. "Don't make me punish you. You've punished me enough. Let me have you now." Her words dripped with passion and desire, stirring his arousal.
"Let me free!" he pleaded, but he wasn't ready to end the playful torment. In response, she took a decisive step. "Okay, the punishment it is then." His eyes followed her as she stood up and retrieved another item from the drawer.
"What are you doing?" he squirmed on the bed, wrestling with the cuffs while she sat back and placed a vibrating butt plug on his stomach, watching his astonished reaction. His whole body had tensed up at the unexpected sensation.
"Don't struggle too much. You'll hurt yourself," she cautioned, slowly pulling down his pants and underwear, revealing his eager length. "You want me to free you? Are you kidding me?" she teased, reverting to her true persona.
"Pass me the lube." She chuckled at her own forgetfulness about his restraints and worded. "Sorry, I forgot."
Frustrated, he averted his angry gaze, only to be ordered back to look at her. "The moment you stop looking at me will be the moment I leave this vibrator in your ass for the whole night," she warned, making it clear that forgiveness wasn't guaranteed next time.
"You don't want that, right?" she demanded, prompting a nod from him. "That's what I thought," she said, grabbing the lube and applying it to the vibrator and his entrance, gradually preparing him.
As she inserted a finger into his entrance, he began whimpering and gasping, slowly opening up. "You don't look like you don't want it," she observed, watching him love every second it.
With his hole opening up, she slowly inserted the vibrator, causing him to whimper and bite his lips at being filled up. "We're going to love this, my little prince," she declared, sealing the act with a kiss on his entrance.
As he moaned and wriggled, she positioned a chair in front of him, sitting on it to observe his pleasure. "Is it that good that you've become a slut suddenly?" she remarked, noting his hips hump in the air with loud moans.
"I asked you a question!" she demanded. "Don't call me that." Another smirk crossed her face as she stood up, removing her pants and jacket but leaving her top on.
"You really need to learn your lesson," she declared and sat on his thighs, causing the butt plug to hit deeper and vibrate more intensely. "If you like this, you'll like this too," she added, moving to his cock and slowly sliding it inside her.
Inch by inch, she took him in slowly, making him feel the warmth of her tightness and with mild speed, she ground above him.
She teased him with the same mild speed, moaning above him, watching his face turn red and his moans turn needy. She was waiting for him to break down.
The pleasure in his ass and the pleasure in his dick were enough to provide her with her need. "Mommy!" And he worded as she wanted, looking at her with his needy eyes. "What?" She questioned with her bold eyes.
"Faster please." He stuttered, quivering because of the vibrator. "Apologize first and you'll get everything you want, my prince." He obeyed her words with submission, responding, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm sorry for being bad."
"You were being such a brat. Why do you think I should give it to you?" She questioned. "I'm sorry mommy. I want just angry at you. But I promise, I'll be good." Stuttering, he moaned, satisfying her with his words.
"Tell me, do you like it then?" She questioned as she started riding him faster and harder, hitting her own spot in the process. "Yes, mommy! I love it!" He growled, humping into her as the vibrator fucked his ass.
"Tell me you'll be a good boy!" She moaned as his dick slipped in and out, making her wetter. "I'll be good, Mommy! I'll be a good boy! I promise!" His need was crystal as he moaned uncontrollably, feeling his dick pulsating inside her.
"Mommy! It's too much! The vibrator is fucking me so hard." He moaned, adding, "I'll come, Mommy! I'll come any minute!" She relished his moans, getting closer to her orgasm as well.
"Then keep apologizing and I will let you cum!" She moaned, swiftly hearing his beg to let him cum and how he feels bad for being a brat.
"You'll be my good submissive bitch, right?" She questioned, moaning louder as she had reached her release. "Yes! I will be your good submissive bitch. Just fuck me harder. Make me cum!" He begged, eventually getting allowed to cum!
"Cum in your mommy, my little prince!" She growled, cuming as well, feeling his seed pour into her wetness. He squirted, feeling her warm cum cover his length, breathing heavily.
"Good boy! My good little prince!" She breathed heavily and fell atop him, caressing his skin and still grinding above him. "Mommy! Please, remove the vibrator and uncuff me!" He moaned, quivering as she said. "As my little prince demands!"
She moved away, making his dick slip out, still drooling, and slowly pulled out the vibrator from his swollen entrance, kissing it as she then moved to his wrists and untied them.
"I believe you'll behave from now on or otherwise you can cum and quiver all night long." She added, kissing his bruised wrists.
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END OF THE SMUT
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