Good Boy - Part 3 (Patreon)

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"I'm impressed," Bridget said as she set her napkin across her lap. She smiled at Jonathan and then her eyes wandered across the rooftop seating area of the restaurant he'd booked to celebrate their one month anniversary. "I didn't know this place existed and it's so beautiful."

Jonathan couldn't have been happier. He didn't want to go over the top - one month wasn't exactly a huge accomplishment - but he was utterly smitten with Bridget and he wanted to make sure she knew it.

"I've never been, but a friend of mine recommended it," he said.

"Oh yeah? Did you ask that friend of yours a particular question to get the recommendation?"

He smiled. "I told him I was looking for somewhere beautiful to take my girlfriend. Somewhere that would impress her a little. Somewhere that would feel celebratory without being stuffy. He suggested this place and after a quick look at the pictures online it struck me as utterly perfect."

Bridget returned his smile and Jonathan took a moment to soak in her beauty. She wore a pretty white dress with a soft red cardigan and her hair brushed against her shoulders with every little movement of her head in a manner he found utterly enchanting.

"You want to celebrate?" she asked.

"I do," he replied. "I know it's just a month, but I still want to celebrate it, to celebrate you and how much I like you."

Bridget seemed thrilled, at least if the broad, bright nature of her smile was any indicator of how she felt. "That makes me happy, Jonathan. I do like being celebrated."

He felt a twinge of desire as he thought of how Bridget had directed him to worship her body just a handful of days ago when they'd last seen each other. She'd been naked in her bed and he'd been in his underwear, his stiff cock pressing against the thin fabric of his boxers as he ran his hands over her smooth skin, offering a long, gentle massage before she welcomed his lips against her skin.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

Jonathan realized he'd been silent for far longer than he'd intended. "Last weekend. In your bedroom."

Bridget bit her lip in a sultry manner - an uncommon act for her - and then smiled. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

He nodded. "It was far more pleasurable than I imagined." Jonathan looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear and then leaned in and whispered, "Pleasuring you...worshiping you like that...it was so hot. I keep thinking about it. It just pops into my head over and over."

He'd spent nearly an hour doing exactly as Bridget instructed. He'd rubbed every part of her body. He'd used his lips and tongue on most of her body, too, and in doing so he'd slowly built her towards an orgasm that had filled her bedroom with screams of pleasure and left her body trembling and tingling from head to toe, as she'd reported.

"I like that it's my pleasure that you think about," she said. "That it's not just the handjob that remains in your memory."

The handjob had come after Bridget's orgasm. She'd taken some time to recover while Jonathan ran his fingers over her smooth, soft skin and then she'd instructed Jonathan to remove his underwear and crawl into bed with her. She'd pressed her body against his, taken his stiff cock in her hand, and slowly stroked him while alternating between kisses and whispered words of how happy she was that he'd been such a good boy in showering her with pleasure at her instruction. Jonathan's orgasm had been blissful - and highly memorable - but it was the memory of worshiping Bridget's body that had proved strongest in the days since.

"I like that too," he admitted. "It's never been that way for me before. With any other women, I mean. I like that it's that way with you."

"I do too," she said softly.

The waitress showed up and they ordered drinks before turning their attention to the menu. Jonathan tried his best to concentrate, but talk of the thrilling sexual experience from the weekend had left him in a state of desire, which made it difficult to concentrate.

Their drinks arrived and the waitress inquired as to what they wanted to eat, but Jonathan requested a few more minutes to peruse the menu. When he looked up from the array of food on offer, he saw Bridget smiling at him.

"What?" he asked.

"Are you distracted?"

Jonathan took a moment to return her smile and nodded.

"Are you thinking of my naked body, Jonathan? Are you thinking of me on my back in my bed? Are you thinking of how good I looked and of how desperately you wanted me?"

He was certainly thinking of that now that she'd said it.

"Do you remember begging for the chance to be inside me?"

Jonathan had felt the desire, but Bridget had insisted that he beg. At first he'd found the idea embarrassing, but the moment the words left his lips he was filled with desire. There had been something freeing in simply giving voice to what he desired. Bridget had offered him that freedom through a simple instruction and Jonathan remembered feeling a deep sense of gratitude afterwards.

"It felt...it felt good to do so...to beg," he whispered.

Jonathan felt her foot against his calf. It moved up to his knee and sent a wave of arousal through him. The sweet and slightly seductive smile on her face added to that arousal and left his cock tingling.

"I'll bet it felt even better for me," Bridget said. "To hear you beg. To see the look on your face as you did. To see that you genuinely wanted me, that you craved me, that you needed me."

"I still crave you," he replied.

"I know you do, and I will let you have me. Maybe tonight will be your lucky night."

Despite the fact that they hadn't had sex - the traditional kind, at least - there was no question in Jonathan's mind that his relationship with Bridget was the most sexually satisfying he'd ever had, and it wasn't particularly close. The orgasms were less frequent but far better and his level of excitement when they were naked together was unparalleled, which was a significant part of why he was always so excited to see her.

Jonathan was ready to order by the time the waitress returned and afterwards he and Bridget segued to talking about just about anything other than sex. They discussed her job writing for a female-focused website and the fact that Bridget was quite certain the site was on the verge of going out of business. Jonathan desperately wished he could help her with that, and yet he found himself utterly bereft of ideas.

"You're a great writer, though, so you'll have no trouble getting more work," he said towards the end of that particular conversation.

"You really think so?" she asked before a smile broke across her face, seemingly in a manner she had no control over.

Jonathan liked that his opinion on her writing mattered. In fact, he quickly decided that he loved that it mattered because it meant that Bridget liked him, perhaps even more than she was willing to let on.

"I read everything you write. I can hear your voice in my head as I read. It's like getting to spend a little extra time with you. I feel like you could write about almost any subject and people would enjoy reading it."

Bridget sipped her drink and held Jonathan's gaze as she swallowed. "I didn't know you read everything. I have to say, though, that I really like that you do. It's something a good boy would do."

Jonathan felt an intense rush of pleasure. It was gone as soon as it arrived, but it left him gripping the edge of the table as his body vibrated for a moment.

It looked like Bridget wanted to say something else, but the words never left her lips. Instead, she sipped her drink once more, smiled, and asked, "How about you? Do you see yourself being a chocolatier for life?"

Jonathan was hardly a chocolatier. He worked for a company that made artisan chocolate bars, but he wasn't involved in the creation of the actual chocolate. They were a small company, so mostly he did whatever was necessary in the moment. Sometimes that meant painstakingly wrapping chocolate bars, sometimes it meant trying to fix one of the machines in the factory, and sometimes it meant manning the company's booth at the weekend farmer's markets around the city. A friend of his had founded the company and offered Jonathan a job - saving him from a miserable existence at the low levels of an investment firm - and he'd jumped at it without a second thought.

"I don't know. Or, I guess I don't really see myself as a chocolatier, but on the other hand, the company's actually growing and Dave seems to have a really good grasp on how to build this sort of thing," he said.

"Do you own a piece of the company?"

Jonathan shook his head.

"Would you be willing to ask for a piece?"

The notion made him uncomfortable, and yet Jonathan knew it was the right thing to do if he intended on continuing to work at the company. "Yes, I would," he said, deciding in the moment that he would absolutely be willing to do so even if it was uncomfortable.

Bridget smiled and ran her foot up his leg again, this time nudging his thighs apart and teasing him for a few moments before her foot traveled back to the floor. "I like it when you're a good boy for me," she said softly. "Even in matters outside the bedroom."

"It's easy to do what you suggest when you make such good suggestions," he replied. "It makes all the sense in the world to at least ask for a stake in the company as one of the first employees. I mean, it might not be going anywhere, but it sure would be nice to benefit if it did."

Bridget lifted her drink and they gently clinked their glasses.

"I only wish I could help you with your job," he said.

She flashed a knowing smile. "Oh, don't worry. I have a few plans. Nothing I'm ready to talk about yet, but there are ideas rolling around my head and I'm sure that one of them will prove to be worth pursuing. I do like the idea of working on my own, if I'm being honest. There's something frustrating about almost always having to write what someone else tells you to write."

The conversation continued as they ate and Jonathan found himself further smitten with the beautiful, smart, decisive girl sitting across from him. He felt like he could have spent the entire night just talking to her and he was still quite certain he knew very little about her, like there were still dozens of layers to peel back before he got to the center. There would be plenty of time for that, though, as he was quite certain their relationship was built to last.

"That was lovely," Bridget said as they walked out of the restaurant holding hands. "Better than lovely, actually. That was a perfect date."

They stopped on the sidewalk and she reached up, ran her fingers through his hair, and stood on her toes to kiss him. Jonathan expected a quick, tender kiss like a couple would share before heading back home, but instead Bridget lured his tongue into her mouth for a long, passionate kiss that quickly rendered his cock fully erect.

"Wow," was all he managed to say afterwards.

Her body remained pressed against his and he ran his hands over the soft fabric of her cardigan as desire coursed through him.

"I want you," he added. "Desperately."

"I was hoping you'd say that. I like it when you want me. I like that you're so eager to do as you're told when you want me." She leaned in, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered, "I like that your cock is so hard for me."

The feel of her breath on his neck sent chills down Jonathan's spin and goose bumps racing down his arm. His cock got a little harder, too.

"We should go back to my place," she said.

Bridget took his hand and they strolled the city sidewalks. They talked. They stopped for kisses at red lights. She whispered into his ear about how she was going to make him feel good once they got back to her place, about how he'd been such a good boy that he deserved the reward he was going to get that night.

Jonathan was a quivering mass of arousal by the time they stepped into her apartment. Bridget kissed him deeply, stroked him through his slacks, and then guided him to her couch. He expected they'd sit together, but instead she had him sit and told him she'd be right back.

Bridget disappeared into her bedroom, leaving Jonathan alone. He listened for some sign of what she was doing, but he couldn't discern her intention. He wasn't thinking all that clearly, though, what with the mild sense of drunkenness and the immense level of desire coursing through him.

When Bridget emerged from the bedroom Jonathan was awestruck. She wore a tight, low cut pink lace bodysuit and a pair of pink heels that matched perfectly. She looked astoundingly sexy and somehow gave off an air of sweetness and dominance at the same time, no doubt owing to the mixture of color and the particular cut of the lingerie.

"Does that look on your face mean that you like it?"

Jonathan nodded dumbly. It was the first time he'd seen Bridget in lingerie - bras and panties was all he'd seen prior to that night - and he was just so astounded at how good she looked.

"Come here," she said, extending her hand.

Jonathan stood and approached his flawlessly beautiful and sexy girlfriend. She took his hand and placed it on her waist. The lace was soft and she smelled of a delicate perfume he was certain she hadn't worn to dinner that night.

They kissed as they stood in her living room. Their tongues mingled gently and his hand moved to her lower back, caressing the delicate lace along the way. He couldn't help but want to touch her breasts in it, so he let his hands roam. Bridget stopped him before he got there, though, stepping back in a manner that made Jonathan panic that he'd crossed a line.

"Get on your knees," she said softly and with a smile.

Jonathan dropped to his knees and looked up as she stepped closer. Bridget ran her fingers through his hair and over the back of his neck. She applied gentle pressure and pulled him close until his nose was pressed against her pubic area.

"Do you crave me, Jonathan?" she asked.

He craned his neck to look up at her and nodded. "More than anything."

Bridget smiled down at him and ran her fingers over his lips. "Kiss what you crave."

Jonathan kissed her fingers and then her lower stomach. He dropped down a little and kissed her pubic bone. He kissed her inner thighs. He kissed the area all around her pussy. Then he pressed his lips against the thing he truly craved and he kisses it through the delicate pink lace. He kissed it over and over while looking up at Bridget as she smiled down at him.

"My pussy craves you, Jonathan," she said. "It's had you in so many ways, but there's one way it hasn't yet enjoyed you."

Jonathan felt like the luckiest man in the world. The beautiful, lingerie-clad girl standing above him was talking about sex. About sex with him. More than that, she was talking about craving it.

"I think my pussy deserves what it craves," she said. "And I think you deserve what you crave, Jonathan. I think you've been such a good boy since we first met that you deserve to have me, to have my pussy."

Jonathan's dick was so hard it hurt. It felt like every inch of his body was humming with desire. In that moment he would have done anything - literally anything - that Bridget asked.

"Stand up," she said softly.

Jonathan stood and Bridget took his hand and led him into her bedroom. He saw a condom on the nightstand and smiled at the fact that she'd clearly planned for the evening to play out like it was playing out.

They stopped at the foot of her bed and Bridget undressed him. Jonathan reached up to help but she gently brushed his hand away and told him to be patient. She took her time removing his clothes, showering him in kisses and gentle caresses. She stepped behind him to take his shirt off and then kissed the bare skin of his back before reaching around to unbuckle his belt and remove his pants. She even took his shoes off, leaving him standing in only his underwear with his dick throbbing and forming quite the tent.

"I've always told you that I'd take care of you if you were a good boy, haven't I?" she asked before removing his underwear and gently wrapping her fingers around his cock.

He nodded as pleasure coursed through his body.

"And I've always done that, haven't I? I've always made you feel good when you've been a good boy, haven't I?"

He was tingling from head to toe. "Yes, you have."

She smiled. "That's because good boys deserve to be rewarded. They deserve good things. They deserve to be showered in pleasure and praise when they make their girlfriend happy."

"I love to make you happy," he said.

Bridget kissed him softly. "I know you do. Now crawl into my bed. Lie on your back."

Jonathan got into position and was delighted to see Bridget crawl towards him. She ran her fingers up his legs and lowered her head to kiss his thigh right above the knee. Then she worked her way towards his crotch, kissing him every few inches and moving from one thigh to the next. The closer she got to his cock, the harder his heart pounded.

Her fingers encircled his erection and Bridget kissed his upper thigh. Her lips inched towards the base of his cock. Then, in what felt like an instant, he was in her mouth for the first time. The sudden burst of heat and wetness elicited an uncontrolled moan as Jonathan grasped two handfuls of the sheets and curled his toes.

"Oh my god," he said.

Bridget looked up at him as she pleasured him with her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head. Her mouth moved up and down, taking a few inches before pulling back. Her cheeks sucked inwards and the pleasure increased. She moaned and it felt even better. She played with his balls and somehow the pleasure deepened.

"Oh my god," he said again, mostly because it felt so good that his brain wasn't really working right.

"Does that feel good?" she asked. "Am I making my good boy happy?"

Jonathan had never been so turned on, so delighted, so enthralled with a woman. He'd never been so eager to make a woman happy, either. "Yes, fuck, you are making me feel so good."

Again she took him in her mouth. Again her tongue swirled around the head. Again she sucked hard. Again she moved up and down his shaft, this time taking a little more length and moaning a little louder.

Then she was crawling forward again. Their lips met. Their tongues entwined. They kissed while she rubbed her lace-clad pussy over his cock, pleasuring him in an entirely different way.

"Do you want me?" she whispered.

"More than anything. More than I've ever wanted anyone, Bridget. I swear. I want you so badly."

She smiled like the happiest woman in the world and then leaned over and grabbed the condom. She tore it open, tossed the wrapper aside, and scooted back to slide the protection over his cock. She gave him a few strokes, smiled, and then pulled the bottom of her bodysuit aside, freeing her pussy and bringing Jonathan that much closer to being inside her.

He looked down and watched in awe as she guided the head of his cock into her pussy. He groaned at the intense pleasure of the penetration, at the way her pussy gripped his dick, at the warmth and wetness he felt even with a layer of latex between them.

Bridget slowly sat down on his cock, swallowing every inch before placing her hands on his chest and leaning forward until she was looking down at him. "Does that feel good?"

"Better than good," he answered. "It feels perfect."

She kissed him softly. "Your cock feels really good inside me. My pussy is very happy right now, which means I'm very happy."

"I love to make you happy," he said.

"That's because you're a good boy," she whispered. "And good boys always want to make their girlfriends happy."

It always turned him on when she talked like that. Always. It was even more arousing when he was inside her and she talked like that. So much so that Jonathan worried about cumming too quickly.

"Just breathe," Bridget said. "Just let me make you feel good, Jonathan."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Her hips moved forward and then back and Bridget let out a gentle moan as her clit rubbed against his pelvis. "That's it. Just breathe. Just enjoy my pussy. Just enjoy being inside me. Just enjoy being inside your girlfriend while she makes you feel good."

Her hips moved a little faster and Jonathan felt a tremor of pleasure move through his body. Bridget leaned down and ran her hand through his hair and around the back of his neck. She kissed him and their tongues swirled. She rode him and moaned into his mouth, prompting him to do the same.

Jonathan grabbed her ass and gave it a squeeze, but Bridget said, "No touching. Not unless I give you permission."

His hands fell back to the bed. It was frustrating not to be able to touch her, and yet it felt good to do as he was told.

"That's it. Just be a good boy for me, Jonathan. Just be a good boy and let me enjoy your beautiful cock. Let my pussy enjoy what it's craved for the past month. Let my pussy enjoy how good it feels to have my boyfriend inside me."

He couldn't believe how happy it made him feel that Bridget wanted him, that she wanted his cock, that she liked having him inside her. He wasn't entirely sure that would be the case - mostly because she'd seemed in no rush to have sex with him - but it seemed that Bridget was every bit as into the sex as Jonathan was.

"Mmm, Jonathan, you're going to make me cum," she said. "I want you to cum with me. Will you be a good boy and cum with me?"

"Yes," he replied.

They kissed as she rode his dick, granting him an entirely different kind of pleasure from the back and forth motion of her hips. The riding brought him closer to his orgasm and her moans made it seem like Bridget was getting close too.

"Touch me," she said. "Touch me however you want."

Jonathan's hands found her ass and he grabbed it hard through the pink lace. He ran them up her back and through her hair as they kissed wildly. One hand returned to her ass and the other found its way to her breasts, playing with each of them in turn and making sure to give her stiff nipples attention.

"I'm close," she said.

"Me too," he replied.

"Cum for me," Bridget instructed. "Be a good boy and cum for me, Jonathan."

That was more than enough to put him over the top. His grunts and groans soon filled the bedroom as he had something approaching an out of body experience while climaxing in a way that made his vision blurry and left him lightheaded.

Bridget sat up, pressed her hands against his chest, and rolled her head back as she rocked her hips back and forth and came right along with him. Her body shook and shuddered and her screams joined his moans in a beautiful orgasmic chorus.

Eventually, she collapsed on top of him and Jonathan wrapped his arms around her as the fog of an orgasm slowly lifted from his brain. Left behind was a sense of perfect contentment and a bright smile that he was absolutely certain would never leave his face.

"You're one in a million," he said.

"So are you," she replied softly without lifting her head from the crook of his neck.

Given how good he felt in that moment, Jonathan decided that he would absolutely, positively continue to be a good boy for Bridget. It was the only thing that made any sense, which made it the easiest decision he'd ever made.