Good Boy - Part 4 (Patreon)

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 Jonathan felt good. Great, even. He felt like he was practically floating as he strode towards the bar where he and Bridget were meeting to begin their celebratory evening.

The occasion was a good one. He'd asked for and received a small ownership portion of the chocolate company. At Bridget's urging he'd written out the reasons why he believed he deserved that ownership piece, he'd practiced what he'd say, and then he'd walked into Dave's office and gave his speech.

Jonathan didn't actually make it all the way through. He was about three quarters of the way there when Dave held up his hand, smiled, and came out from behind his desk to shake Jonathan's hand and offer him a piece of the company along with a wealth of praise for the work he'd been doing.

The company wasn't guaranteed to succeed, but they'd made remarkable progress in the short time they'd been operating and Jonathan found himself invigorated thanks to the prospect of his hard work actually earning him a great deal more than the fairly meager salary he pulled down.

That sense of giddiness was with Jonathan as he walked out of the warm, sticky summer air and into the bar. He gave himself a quick once over to make sure he looked put together and then scanned the room for Bridget.

Jonathan found her sitting at a high top table along the bar's far wall. She had a drink in front of her, but far more notable was the fact that a guy was sitting across from her and that the guy appeared to be flirting with Bridget.

The table was small enough that there was no more than a foot of space between their heads when they both leaned forward. That also made it easy for the guy to reach over and touch Bridget, something he did three times in just a few minutes as Jonathan stood by the door and watched.

The guy was the one doing most of the work. He was the one touching. He was the one talking. Bridget wasn't doing anything to send him away, though, and she definitely flirted back a few times.

At first Jonathan was annoyed at his girlfriend for flirting. Then he was jealous because she seemed to be enjoying the attentions of the man sitting across from her. Then that jealousy deepened as he noted that the guy was good looking, tall, and in better shape than Jonathan. He seemed to be more successful, too, at least based on the quality of his clothes.

Then, when the guy reached into his pocket to pull out his phone, Bridget glanced at Jonathan. He figured she'd look embarrassed or excuse herself from the table, but instead she smiled and waved at him, like she wasn't surprised he was watching and, more importantly, like she wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed at having been caught flirting.

Jonathan was confused. He and Bridget were dating. She shouldn't have been flirting so openly. She should have told the guy she had a boyfriend and gotten him to walk away. She wasn't, though. She was having fun. She was enjoying herself. She seemed to be enjoying the fact that Jonathan was watching.

The guy pulled something up on his phone and slid it across the table. Bridget looked down, tapped the screen, and then rested her fingers on his while looking at the screen. Maybe a video was playing. It didn't really matter. What mattered was that she was touching him and unquestionably doing so to be flirty while Jonathan watched.

She wasn't cruel. He knew that. She just wasn't that kind of woman. He hadn't fucked up in any way, either, so she wasn't punishing him. Jonathan wasn't sure what she was doing.

Then the guy put his phone away and again Bridget glanced towards Jonathan and smiled. This time she winked, too. She seemed utterly delighted. Completely and utterly delighted.

That's when it dawned on Jonathan that she was doing what she desired, that she was pursuing her pleasure and that she was likely doing so while testing him. After all, she'd been clear throughout their relationship that she expected him to be a good boy, and he was suddenly quite certain that in this instance being a good boy meant watching her flirt with another man.

So Jonathan found a chair at a high top table on the other side of the bar and he watched. A waitress came over and asked for his drink order and he gave it. He watched Bridget continue to flirt with the guy. He watched her brush her hair behind her ear. He watched her initiate contact a few more times. He watched her smile at him. He watched her find a way to lean forward and give him a look at her cleavage.

Bridget kept looking towards Jonathan when she got a chance. She kept checking in, or at least that's what he assumed she was doing. She kept smiling. She kept waving. She kept winking at him. She kept having fun and he couldn't help but get caught up in it. He didn't really understand the game they were playing, but he knew that Bridget was having a damn good time and that was enough to thrill him.

Finally, when Jonathan was halfway through his drink, Bridget dispatched the man she was flirting with. He left with a smile on his face, though, and walked out of the bar - though not before looking back at her and getting a wave from Bridget – before going on his way down the sidewalk.

Bridget looked at Jonathan and he waited in his seat. She smiled - it seemed to please her that he didn't come rushing over without being invited - and then she finally beckoned him to join her.

He grabbed his drink and made his way through the semi-crowded bar. Bridget sipped her drink - a long sip, in fact - and set it back on the coaster as Jonathan arrived. She held out her hand and he took it. She pulled him close and before either of them said a word she kissed him. She did so deeply, too, opening her mouth and luring his tongue inside. She took it between her lips and sucked while swirling hers around. She did so in the most alluring manner imaginable and Jonathan felt his cock spring to life.

"Congratulations," Bridget said softly while caressing his face. "I'm so happy for you, and you have no idea how proud I am that you were willing to ask for what you want and that you asked in a compelling enough manner to actually get what you want."

"Thank you," he replied while standing next to her chair with half an erection in his pants. "And thank you for that kiss. That was really something."

She kissed him on the cheek and reached around to grab his ass and give it a squeeze. "That was just the start. We're celebrating you tonight, after all, so I'm going to make sure that you're a very happy man before the night is over."

Bridget let go of his ass and gestured towards the chair on the other side of the small, circular high top table. Jonathan slid into it and thought of the guy that had been there just a few minutes prior. He thought of the flirting, of the touching, of the smile on Bridget's face. He had to ask.

"Who was the guy you were flirting with?" he asked.

She smiled. "Was I flirting?"

Jonathan nodded. "You were. It seemed like you were enjoying yourself, too."

Her foot found his calf and rubbed it slowly. She leaned forward and he glanced at her cleavage, which looked beautiful in the dark orange and yellow sundress she had on. Jonathan thought he caught a glimpse of a white lace bra, too, and he imagined the guy had seen it earlier.

"He was good looking, wasn't he?" she asked.

Jonathan nodded.

"And very confident. And he seemed to be in exceptionally good shape," Bridget said with a smile. "The sort of man that can't help but feel confident when he approaches a woman. The sort of man that usually gets what he wants from a woman."

Jonathan wasn't sure why, but his pulse had quickened a little. The look on Bridget's face - a look of excitement and a hint of lust - was almost certainly part of his heart beating a little harder.

"Did he...did he get what he wanted from you?" Jonathan asked.

She looked at him and bit her lower lip in a remarkably flirty manner. "He asked for my number."

She didn't say anything, prompting Jonathan to ask, "Did you give it to him?"

Bridget held his gaze, but she offered no answer. Not for a few seconds. Seconds in which Jonathan's heart pounded. Seconds in which he felt a strange, hard-to-diagnose sense of excitement.

"No," she finally said. "I didn't. I told him I had a boyfriend."

Jonathan felt both relieved and, to his utter bafflement, slightly disappointed.

"It was fun to flirt with him, though. And, if I'm being honest, it was even more fun once you showed up. I liked being able to look over and see you, I liked that you were watching with such intent. I liked that you weren't getting angry, that you seemed more curious than anything." She reached across the table and took his hand. "I like that you were a good boy for me, Jonathan, that you seemed to understand that I was having a good time and that it wasn't your place to interrupt me."

Jonathan was surprised to find that his cock had gotten rock hard. Maybe it was her touch. Maybe it was thinking about her flirting. Maybe it was the fact that she'd enjoyed the flirting and he enjoyed making her happy more than just about anything else in the world. Maybe it was just that she'd called him a good boy, a phrase that carried an ever-increasing sense of arousal for him.

"I like being a good boy for you," he said.

That seemed to thrill Bridget and she rewarded him with a lusty smile and by letting her foot move all the way up past his knee for a bit of teasing up his thigh. "Yeah?" she asked.

Jonathan nodded. "I do. More for you than any other woman I've been with. You're different. You're...I don't know, better than anyone I've been with. It just feels so good to make you happy, even if that means sitting on the other side of the bar while you flirt with someone that seems better looking than me."

"He was very good looking," she replied.

Jonathan was jealous, though there was arousal swirling through him as well. "Did it turn you on to flirt with him?"

Bridget studied his face for a few seconds and then smiled and nodded. "It did. Though you should know that I got really turned on once you walked in. I got wet, actually. Knowing that you were watching as I flirted with him, as he touched me, as I touched him. That's what really thrilled me, Jonathan. Knowing that you somehow understood that it was your place to watch, that a good boy would find a seat and remain in that seat until I called him over, until I'd had my fun."

Jonathan's erection raged and he felt a deep desire for Bridget. "I want you," he said. "I want you so badly, Bridget."

"I know. I can see it on your face. In your eyes. In those beautiful eyes of yours." She took his hand, lifted it, and leaned down to softly kiss his fingers. "Have you been good this week, Jonathan? Have you refrained from masturbating?"

He nodded. A week had passed since his last orgasm - an orgasm he'd had while inside Bridget - and though he'd been tempted to masturbate on several occasions, he hadn't done so.

"Yeah? You've been a good boy and kept your hands off your dick?"

"I have," he answered.

"Then I'll let you have me before the night is over," she replied. "After all, we're celebrating you tonight. First, though, we're going to have dinner and maybe do a little dancing."

They finished their drinks and went to dinner right as the city was bathed in the orange and pink lights of the setting sun. They shared a bottle of wine, ate a three course meal, and were both nursing a wonderful buzz by the time they stepped onto the sidewalk once more.

The sticky heat of the day had largely dissipated by that point and Bridget informed Jonathan that she wanted to dance. She was very clear that she wasn't interested in a night club, though, so they got an Uber and headed for a place he'd heard about that had food trucks, drinks, and dancing for people that wanted to avoid the grindy, gropey, sweaty atmosphere of a night club.

The location was a formerly closed parking lot that had been transformed into a hub of activity thanks to a surfeit of businesses in the local area that employed young, hipster-y people very much like Jonathan and Bridget. On Friday and Saturday nights they brought in bands and created a friendly, fun, party atmosphere complete with dancing, drinking of inventive - and expensive - cocktails, and a handful of games like cornhole that gave the whole thing a Midwestern feel despite their location being 1,500 miles from the Midwest.

"This is perfect!" Bridget shouted over the music as they sipped their cocktails and moved to the music.

A moment later her lips were against his and her tongue - which tasted of sweetness and alcohol - was in his mouth. Jonathan's cock quickly found its way to an erect state and Bridget ground her pelvis against it, luring him into an even deeper kind of arousal.

She stepped back for a moment, looked down, and laughed. "You need to sit."

Jonathan looked down and realized that she was right. He'd worn boxers and his erection was quite evident. He took her hand but Bridget resisted being pulled away.

"You can watch me dance!" she said.

Jonathan reluctantly let her hand go and found his way to a log - yes, they'd brought in logs for people to sit on - and sat while hoping his erection would fade quickly so he could dance with his beautiful, vivacious, irresistible girlfriend.

It wasn't long - less than a minute, in fact - before Bridget attracted someone's attention. A man's attention. Another good looking man, though of course he was good looking given that Bridget was a beautiful woman.

Jonathan watched the flirtation from the bar play out again, this time while dancing under the Edison bulbs strung above the paved area where everyone was dancing as the band played. He saw the guy lean in to talk to Bridget and saw her smile and laugh at whatever he'd said. He saw her lean in to say something to him. He saw them sip their drinks. He saw them move a little bit closer as they danced to the guitar-driven music.

As she'd done at the bar, Bridget kept looking towards Jonathan. She kept smiling. She clearly enjoyed dancing with another man while he watched. Unlike at the bar, Jonathan found it almost entirely pleasurable. He wasn't jealous or anxious in any way. He simply enjoyed watching his beautiful girlfriend have fun. He enjoyed being a good boy for her.

Bridget didn't seem to mind when the guy she was dancing with reached out and touched her hip. She didn't mind when his hand moved to her lower back to pull her closer. She didn't mind when her body was pressed against his as they moved with the music. If anything, she seemed to enjoy it.

The guy didn't seem to mind one bit when Bridget spun around to dance with her ass against his crotch. Why would he mind? Why would any man mind such a thing? Bridget looked over at Jonathan as they danced in that position and she had a look of pure joy on her face. Well, joy with a touch of eroticism as she was clearly getting turned on all over again.

Jonathan's jealousy remained at bay until the guy brushed Bridget's blonde hair to one side, leaned down, and kissed her neck. For a moment she closed her eyes and seemed to thoroughly enjoy it.

Then she stepped away, turned around, and said something that made the guy frown. He held up his hand and he seemed to apologize. Bridget then walked towards Jonathan, who stood to meet her.

"Sorry," she said. "That went too far."

He smiled, put his hand on her lower back, and pulled her close. She stood on her toes and their lips met for a kiss. He pulled her closer and she let her tongue wander into his mouth. Jonathan offered a soft moan of the most intense pleasure and Bridget matched his erotic enthusiasm by gently gyrating her hips, once again luring him into an erect state.

"Apology accepted," he whispered. "Though it wasn't all that bad. Just a kiss on the neck, and he seemed like he was genuinely sorry."

She smiled sweetly. "I shouldn't have let it go that far."

"You were having fun."

She took his hand and they sat on the log. She leaned in, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered, "I was having a lot of fun, actually. I shouldn't have let him kiss me like that, but I was having fun." She kissed his neck softly and added, "He was hard. I could feel it. It was...exciting."

Jonathan was surprised at the way his cock throbbed. He turned and kissed Bridget. He intended for it to be a simple, reassuring kind of kiss, but when she opened her mouth he couldn't help but let it turn into something far more passionate.

She reached up to caress his face and asked, "Did it really not bother you that he kissed me?"

"I was a little jealous," he said. "And if he'd done something like grab you and try to do something that was clearly against your will I would have gotten up and done something about it, but honestly, it looked like you enjoyed it, at least for a moment."

She looked guilty, if only for a split second. "And when you saw that on my face...that enjoyment...it didn't bother you?"

Jonathan shook his head. "Is that weird?"

She kissed him softly on the lips and said, "No, it just means that you're a very good boy. A very, very good boy. The kind that deserves to enjoy his girlfriend's body. The kind that deserves to have his cock pleasured. The kind that deserves to spend a long, long time in bed with his girlfriend so he can fully explore the things that bring him pleasure."

"Like worshiping your body?" Jonathan asked.

"Yes, like worshiping my body and doing so while keeping your hands off your cock so you can concentrate on giving me pleasure before you claim your own."

"Like making you cum?" he asked softly.

Bridget nodded. "And if you're very good you might get to experience the pleasure of my mouth. I might decide to show you that particular form of affection, Jonathan. Do you think you can be that good for me? Can you be the kind of good boy that gets his dick sucked by his girlfriend?"

Jonathan was so hard it hurt. It sounded like he was on the verge of experiencing the best night of his life.

"Why don't we dance and drink a little bit. You and me this time. Then we'll go back to my place and we'll see if you're capable of being the kind of good boy I want you to be. The kind that puts in so much effort to make me feel good that he deserves to get his dick sucked."

Jonathan was absolutely going to be the kind of good boy. He would do whatever it took to make Bridget happy and if she chose to reward him with a blowjob then it would truly be the best night of his life.

The only question was how hard would he have to work to earn that reward?