Good Boy - Part 8 (Patreon)

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 Bridget sat across Jonathan's stomach in a black lace bodysuit that hugged her body in the most arousing manner he'd ever seen. Her hair was pulled back into a short ponytail and her lips glistened with just a hint of pink gloss. Jonathan had never seen her wear gloss and he found it alluring, mostly because it made him want to kiss her, something she'd yet to do since crawling atop him.

"A friend of mine told me that I seemed happier than she'd ever seen me," Bridget noted as she reached up and pulled the tie from her hair, releasing the ponytail. "I told her I'd found the perfect man."

A joyful smile spread its way across Jonathan's face. He'd told a few of his friends that Bridget was the perfect woman and he loved that she seemingly felt the same way about him.

"She asked what made you perfect," she continued.

"What did you tell her?"

Bridget smiled, shifted her hips back until her lace-clad pussy rested against his underwear, and then leaned forward to gently kiss his neck as the softest of moans escaped her lips. "I told her the truth."

He groaned as her tongue danced over his skin.

"I told her that I finally found someone that fits perfectly with me. Someone that puts my happiness above his own. Someone that likes doing as he's told. Someone that likes being a good boy for me."

Jonathan felt a touch of angst as the idea of someone else knowing about the inner workings of their relationship. He wasn't ashamed of the way he was with Bridget, but he was wary of people thinking of him as weak, or strange.

"I told her I was considering writing a newsletter for women that would be interested in having a relationship with a man like you. A man that wants nothing more than to be a good boy, that wants to do as he's told, that likes the idea of surrendering a great deal of control to the woman he's in love with."

Bridget began to grind her hips as she talked, and the arousal that followed washed away any sense of worry Jonathan felt. He'd gone nearly two weeks without an orgasm and it didn't take much for his mind to get foggy with what felt like an overwhelming sense of desire.

"She told me she'd subscribe to that newsletter, Jonathan, that she liked the idea of being with a man that was willing to surrender control to a woman."

Bridget sat up and dragged her hips forward again. She reached back and grasped Jonathan's cock through his underwear and stroked him while smiling in the most beautiful manner. She seemed so perfect in that moment, so comfortable in her control over him. She knew he'd do as he was told, both in bed and otherwise in their relationship. She knew if she wanted to spend the next two hours teasing his cock relentlessly that he wouldn't complain. She knew that if she wanted him to spend the next two hours worshiping her beautiful body that he'd do that, too.

"You like surrendering control to me, don't you?"

"I do," he answered.

"You've liked it from the start."

He nodded.

"And I like that you're so willing to give me control, to do as you're told, to be a good boy for me. I like that you don't even have to think about it, that it's not difficult for you, that it's simply the way you are, that you actually prefer to be in a relationship where you can enjoy the freedom of simply surrendering and doing as you're told."

Jonathan's dick was so hard it ached in the confines of his underwear. His first thought in that moment, though, was that he wanted Bridget to sit on his face. He would have enjoyed having sex with her, of course, but he wanted to taste her pussy, to massage her clit with his tongue, to make her cum.

"Would you be willing to let me write about our relationship? I'd use a pen name, of course, but would you be willing to let me write about you being a good boy so that I could inspire other women like me to take control of their relationships?"

Jonathan nodded and Bridget leaned down, kissed his neck, and whispered, "Say it for me."

"Yes, I'd love it if you wrote about our relationship."

Her lips hovered above his as she smiled. He was desperate to kiss her, but Jonathan kept his head on the pillow as Bridget was in a more controlling mood than usual and he didn't want to disappoint her by acting in the name of his own desire.

"I told my friend about the handjob," Bridget whispered.

Jonathan's eyes went wide for a moment and his pulse quickened as he thought of his girlfriend offering a handjob - and making a guy cum - in the bar bathroom at her friend's birthday party. He thought of the sex they'd had that night, of how Bridget had cum right after Jonathan had asserted that he'd be willing to watch her fuck someone else. He thought of how hard he'd cum after that admission and how he'd spent days wondering if the quickness and pleasure of his orgasm meant that he really did want to watch her have sex with another man.

"I told her that you were such a good boy that you were willing to watch me have sex with another man."

Jonathan groaned as he felt an unexpected surge of pleasure. His cock strained against the slightly snug fabric of his underwear and he ran his fingers along Bridget's thighs, eliciting a smile and soft moan from his girlfriend.

"Is that still something you'd be willing to do, Jonathan?"

"Yes," he admitted with a nod.

Bridget smiled. "Such a quick answer."

"Have you been...have you been thinking about it?" he asked.

She studied his face for a few seconds and then sat up, climbed off of Jonathan, and deftly removed his underwear. A moment later Bridget's body was snugly pressed against his and her fingers were wrapped around his stiff shaft.

"I have been thinking about it," she admitted before kissing his neck. "It's not the sex I've been thinking about, though."

"Really?"

Bridget moaned softly and ran her fingers over the underside of Jonathan's cock. "It's your willingness to watch. That's what I keep thinking about. That's not the kind of thing most men would do. That's the kind of thing that would drive most men crazy with jealousy. That's the kind of thing most men would absolutely hate, and yet you agreed to do it without any real hesitation."

She gathered the precum leaking from his cock, grasped the head, and squeezed it in a gentle, massively alluring manner that left Jonathan's body trembling from the sheer pleasure of it.

"It was the same thing at the bar. You watched me flirt with him. You watched me kiss him. You sat there like a good boy and watched as another man's hand moved under my dress, as another man offered me pleasure. You watched me welcome his tongue into my mouth as he rubbed my pussy through my panties. I thought about you while he was pleasuring me. I thought about you watching. I thought about you sitting there like a good boy and watching because it's what I wanted."

She kissed him. Her soft, glossy lips met his. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and Jonathan immediately thought of Bridget kissing the guy from the bar. He thought of how enraptured he'd been with the sight of her fooling around with someone else, how erotic the experience had been.

"When I had him in the bathroom, when I had his cock in my hand, I thought of you standing just a few feet away. I gave him pleasure while I thought of you. I gave another man an orgasm and you were in my head, Jonathan. Making him cum felt better because I knew you were right outside the door, waiting like a good boy because that's what I'd told you to do."

"I can't help but want to do as you tell me to do, Bridget," he said.

She smiled and kissed him again. This time it was deeper. More passionate. She moaned while their tongues entwined. She stroked his cock a little faster, too, and Jonathan's thighs trembled once more from the intensity of the arousal coursing through him.

Bridget kept stroking him as she pulled back a little. Her lips glistened with both the gloss and a touch of saliva. She studied Jonathan's face in a decidedly loving manner, like she was marveling at the strength of her feelings for him.

"I feel lucky to have found you, Jonathan."

"Not nearly as lucky as I feel, I bet," he replied.

Bridget smiled and straddled him. She pulled aside the delicate lace that covered her pussy and rubbed the head of his cock back and forth over her pussy lips. He rarely enjoyed that sort of contact without the barrier of a condom between them and the pleasure of it was astonishing.

"It makes me so wet to think of you watching, Jonathan," Bridget said.

She closed her eyes, moved her fingers to the base of his cock, and rubbed it over her pussy lips with greater speed. Jonathan noted that she was clearly rubbing her clit with it, too, and he felt very much like he was being used as an almost literal sex toy. The notion put a smile on his face while he reveled in the pleasure of Bridget's warmth and wetness around the head of his cock.

"I want to watch," he replied. "I want to watch you cum with someone else's cock inside you. I want to watch you fuck him in every way you desire. I want to watch you satisfy yourself with someone else's cock. I want to watch you satisfy someone else."

She opened her eyes. "Yeah? You want to watch me make another man cum?"

Jonathan nodded. "That sounds really hot, honestly."

"And what if he was the only man that got to cum that night? What if I decided that I wanted you to watch me make another man cum while sacrificing your orgasm, your pleasure? Would you be willing to do that?"

"Yes, especially if it made you happy. If it turned you on."

Bridget smiled. "It's the first time I've ever thought about that, to be honest, but I can tell you that it really turned me on to think about you sacrificing your pleasure. Could you do it if I'd made you wait two weeks for an orgasm, or would it be painful to watch me make another man cum while denying you an orgasm?"

"It would be painful. It would. Probably more than I'm imagining. I'd still do it, though. I just...I feel like I'd be willing to endure just about anything in the name of making you happy, Bridget."

Jonathan's loins tingled with pleasure and he was certain he'd cum with just a bit more stimulation. He was worried, in fact, that he might climax long before Bridget wanted him to.

"I'm really close," he said.

Bridget smiled, took the head of his cock inside her for just a moment, and then lifted her hips and sat between his legs. "Rub my feet and legs."

Jonathan sat up and she inched forward until her feet rested in his lap. He gave her the rub she desired and she smiled at him and pulled the lace over her pussy, denying him the view he craved.

"That feels so good," she said softly.

Jonathan wanted to cum. He wanted to fuck his girlfriend. He wanted to be inside her, to claim the orgasm he so desperately craved after two weeks without a climax.

He relished the opportunity to rub her, though. To see the look on her face as he made her feel good. To run his fingers over her smooth, soft skin. To lean forward and rub her inner thighs and listen to the soft and decidedly erotic moan that escaped her lips as he served her needs while putting his own aside.

As the massage continued, Bridget's hands began to wander. She laid her head back, closed her eyes, and ran her fingers over the delicate lace of her bodysuit. She grasped her breasts and played with them, squeezing the soft flesh in the manner Jonathan desperately wished he was doing in that moment.

She reached between her legs and gently rubbed her pussy through the lingerie, moaning softly while Jonathan's fingers moved up her calves, past her knees, and to the middle of her thighs before he rubbed all the way down to her feet.

"You look so beautiful," he said.

She moaned. "Do you like watching me masturbate?"

"Yes."

Bridget lifted her head and smiled. "I like that you're watching. I like that you haven't begged to fuck me. I like that you didn't hesitate to massage me despite your obvious desire to have an orgasm. It turns me on, Jonathan. It makes my pussy so wet that you're so...so obedient."

Jonathan couldn't remember her describing him with that particular word and for some reason it felt astoundingly hot to hear her say it. It was true. He was obedient. With her, at least. It thrilled him to be obedient, to put his desires aside and prioritize hers. It felt so good to do so that he was quite certain his greatest desire was simply to tend to Bridget's needs.

"That really turns me on," he said.

"I know it does. I know you like being a good boy. I know you like being obedient. I know you like when I acknowledge it."

He did. He loved when she acknowledged it. It felt thrilling and kinky and beautiful.

"I want you to kiss your way up my legs. Start with the tops of my feet. Take your time," she instructed.

Jonathan shifted his body and got on his knees. He lowered his head and he kissed the tops of her feet. He moved from one to the other and he watched Bridget masturbate as he followed her instructions. As he obeyed.

"Mmm, your lips are so soft. So soft and beautiful. That feels so good, baby. You're being such a good boy for me."

He could hear the arousal in her voice. He could see it in the way her hard nipples showed through the lace of her bodysuit. He could see it in the dampness between her legs, a dampness he wished he could taste.

As Bridget masturbated, Jonathan continued his slow kissing trek up her legs. He took his time as she instructed, running his fingers over her smooth skin while his lips showered her in soft, gentle kisses. He watched as Bridget rubbed her pussy and played with her tits. He listened to her beautiful moans. His cock throbbed throughout, too, his arousal far too strong to be deflated by something as simple as a lack of direct stimulation.

When Jonathan reached her inner thighs, Bridget rubbed her pussy faster. He could hear the wetness at that point and he found himself overtaken with a genuine hunger to taste her, to put his tongue inside her, to feel her warmth and wetness.

"I'm going to make you watch, Jonathan," she said. "I'm going to make you watch multiple times, in fact. I'm not going to start with sex. I'm going to draw it out. I'll start with making you watch me give someone else a handjob. I'm going to make you watch as we kiss, as he plays with my tits, as he fingers my pussy, as I stroke his cock, as he gives me an orgasm, as I give him an orgasm. I'm going to make you watch all of it."

Jonathan moaned. He had to. He wanted to cum. He wanted to watch. He was so fucking turned on. "Thank you," he said.

Bridget came. She lifted her hips and gripped the sheets while the orgasm left her body trembling as Jonathan kept kissing her thighs.

When her hips finally came back down, Bridget lifted her head and smiled at him. "That was lovely. Better than lovely, actually. Incredible. What a nice touch to thank me for the privilege of getting to watch as I make another man cum."

Jonathan groaned in pleasure. She'd just cum but she was still having fun controlling him, teasing him, thrilling him.

"It would be a privilege to watch. I can picture your fingers around someone else's cock and...I don't know, it seems really hot. Really sexy."

"It will be," she replied. Bridget reached down and pulled aside the lace covering her pussy. "You may put your tongue inside me. My clit is too sensitive for any direct stimulation, but you can taste me, Jonathan. You can taste my pussy. You're not cumming tonight, though. I think you'll make me cum a few more times, but you're not cumming tonight."

He saw the arousal on her face. It turned her on to deny him, which turned him on. It made sacrificing his orgasm feel good. Thrilling, even.

"I love you, Bridget," he said.

She smiled. "You're such a good boy. I love you too."

He plunged his tongue inside her and experienced pure bliss. He was a good boy and that was really all he wanted to be, even if it meant sacrificing his orgasms or watching his girlfriend fool around with or fuck other guys. If Bridget wanted it, then Jonathan wanted it. It was really that simple.