Good Pet

Tommy picks me up and twirls me so that I’m seated on the desk — the edge of it. Throughout all of this movement, we don’t lose touch. We don’t break our kiss, not even for a second. Something I don’t personally mind, as every second of this is like a visit to Paradise or the seventh level of heaven.

When we finally do break our kiss, both Tommy and I are out of breath, but before he can catch it, he’s down on one knee again. Except this time, he has a small velvet box in his hand.

“Told you I’d get the ring and do this up right,” says Tommy, opening up said velvet box. Inside is a ridiculously sparkly diamond. There’s even a bit of star inlaid along the sides — a cute play on my last name, and a nice touch. He takes the ring out of the velvety, cushioned holder, and sets the box down. As he takes my hand in his again, he says, “Here’s still hoping you still want to be my wife, even though I had to go get this ring this afternoon, and didn’t have it when I originally proposed to you.”

I kiss him fiercely on the mouth, saying, “Honey, just shut up and put the ring on my finger already!”

He slips it over my ring finger as we kiss again. As the engagement ring comes around my ring finger, I feel Tommy lean me back on his desk, spread my legs, and begin to unzip my skirt.

I hum excitedly, keeping my lips on his.

He replies in kind with a moan, moving one hand up over the fabric of my blouse to my hard nipples. He rubs his hands over them, feeling the readiness I’m already exhibiting through the light fabric.

“What a good pet you are,” he murmurs, finishing unzipping me and maneuvring my skirt and panties so that my wet, ready pussy is exposed to the open air. “Already ready for me, pet?”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper, feeling beautifully agonized. My lips are off Tommy’s, but that doesn’t matter, as his lips are now on my folds. He licks my slit, moving up and down. Already, even with just a few seconds of attention, I’m feeling wonderfully tense and full of spasms. There is tenderness in all the right places. “I’ve been waiting for this since the first day I met you.”

Tommy licks up and down on my slit a few more times, and then circles my clit with his tongue, before popping his mouth off me. He does so with a sexy smile and an even sexier toss of his head like he’s a merman in a film.

“Then let me make it up to you, for making you wait so long, pet,” he says, giving my clit some attention by popping it in his mouth for a few seconds at a time and flicking it with his tongue. Under each bit of attention, I feel myself getting tenser and tighter. I make little whimpers and squeals, which Tommy just chuckles at. “Let your boss take care of everything you need, Melissa. Just lie back and enjoy.”

After saying that, Tommy returns to his post on my pussy, his mouth quickly licking and sucking every bit of me. Then he begins to tongue-fuck me in earnest, fondling my thighs and a bit of my ass cheeks as he does. I know this is all to get me ready for him — wet for him to take me as he likes.

“Oh, my God,” I murmur, feeling my head beginning to spin and my body beginning to float, even after just a minute of this kind of attention. “Oh my God, that feels amazing!”

Tommy just chuckles again. It’s a dark, sexy sound in his throat. And that just makes me ache more. From that chuckle alone, I could cum. But, like a good/bad boss, Tommy doesn’t let me. He pulls his mouth off me right as that’s about to happen.

I groan miserably, but Tommy just smiles devilishly at me and says, “Is my pet getting fussy?”

“Yes,” I say, surprised by the actual whine in my voice.

To this, Tommy just grabs my legs and pulls me to the very edge of his desk — the very edge of what can hold me and my weight. He then brings my legs up onto his shoulders so that my ass is in full view.

“Well, if you’re going to be my fussy little pet, then I’m going to have to punish you. I’ll stuff you full.” His tone is singsong as he produces a small, fresh bottle of lubricant from his pocket, the warming kind of lubricant. I smile, shivering under sudden, excited chills. “Spread that pussy open,” he says. His tone is demanding and sweet here. Something that has me both puffing up and melting down into a gooey, happy mess on his desk.