What He Deserves - Part 4 (Patreon)

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David loved the way Elizabeth kissed. He loved how her tongue moved slowly and sensually in his mouth, how she moaned when their tongues met and indulged in an erotic dance. He loved how she tasted, too, and how she leaned into him as they kissed on his couch, how he could feel one of her breasts press into his arm.

"You should invite me to your bedroom," she said softly.

David smiled. "Would you like to come to my bedroom?"

Elizabeth kissed him again - showing her eagerness with a wealth of wondrous tongue action - and stood. David took her hand and led her to the bedroom, which he'd taken great care to clean in the hopes that his third date with Elizabeth would end up back at his apartment. To his delight, she'd happily accepted the invitation after a long, lovely dinner.

Elizabeth crawled into the bed - making her desires perfectly clear - and David followed. They kissed as she unbuttoned his shirt. He let his hand wander up her sweater and found her breasts in what felt to be a soft, delicate - and he imagined rather sexy - lace bra. She moaned into his mouth and once Elizabeth had finished with his shirt she ran her fingers over his bare chest, down his stomach, and between his legs to massage his stiff cock through his pants.

"I want you," David said.

She smiled, studied his face for a few moments, and then unzipped his pants. David moaned as her delicate fingers slipped into his pants and deftly freed his cock. She took a firm grip and stroked him slowly.

"I want you too," she replied. "To be honest, David, I've wanted you since we met that day in the park. I was a little annoyed that you didn't call me for a while, but I'm glad you came around."

Though David had found a certain pleasure in listening to - and watching, for a short while - Sophia fuck another man, he'd felt a deep sense of regret afterwards and he'd sworn not to go back to her. The next day he'd called Elizabeth and asked her on a date. They quickly went on a second and third date and he found himself enamored with her.

"Me too," he said before kissing the beautiful girl and skillfully unbuttoning her jeans. He pushed his hand into her panties and she moaned when his fingers found her clit.

Elizabeth stroked his cock faster and David felt the head swell up as his lust crested. It seemed as though he was minutes away from having sex for the first time in months and the excitement quickly spread through his body, leaving him in a state of intense desire.

To his astonishment, Elizabeth kissed her way down David's bare chest, took his pants and underwear off, and took his cock in her mouth. Their eyes met as she offered a slow, seductive, hugely pleasurable blowjob. She played with his balls and stroked his stiff shaft and did the most wondrous things with her tongue, all while holding his gaze and moaning like there was nothing she enjoyed quite as much as giving him head.

At a certain point, David wanted her to stop. It felt too good, and he was thankful when she pulled off his cock, took off her pants, and crawled on top of him. They kissed as she rubbed her panty-clad pussy over the tip of his dick, teasing him with a just a hint of friction as her tongue swirled in his mouth and she moaned like he was already inside her.

"Do you have condoms?" she asked.

David pointed to the nightstand and Elizabeth leaned over, retrieved a condom, and hastily tore it open. She rolled it down his cock and he moaned in pleasure, both from being touched and from the knowledge that he'd soon be inside her, that he'd soon be having sex.

Elizabeth pulled her panties off, straddled David once more, and took his cock inside her. She smiled and then bit her lower lip, rested her hands on his chest, and slowly moved her hips back and forth.

"Oh, fuck," he said.

"Does that feel good?" she asked. "Does it feel good to be inside me, David?"

He nodded and smiled. His hands moved up her chest and Elizabeth pulled off her sweater and unhooked her bra, freeing her perky breasts so David could take them in his hands.

"You feel so good," he answered. "Fuck, Elizabeth, you're so hot. So fucking hot."

She rode him a little faster and David felt a sense of pleasure envelope his loins. It was so good. Her pussy was so good. It was tight and hot and the way she moved on top of him was intoxicatingly sexy, like she innately understood what a man enjoyed, what he craved, what turned him on more than anything.

Then, David panicked. It felt too good. He'd been inside her no more than a minute and he was already fast approaching his orgasm. He was going to cum too quickly.

David thought of Sophia. He could practically hear her in his head telling him that he wasn't good enough to satisfy a woman, that he couldn't possibly make a woman happy by fucking her, that he'd only end up disappointing her. He looked up at Elizabeth - who seemed to be enjoying herself - and he felt devastated at the idea of letting her down, of cumming too quickly, of ensuring that he'd have no chance of satisfying her by doing so.

There was no stopping it, though. Elizabeth was beautiful, her body was astoundingly sexy, and her pussy felt incredible wrapped so tightly around his cock.

"Fuck, Elizabeth...fuck, I'm cumming!" he cried out.

It was an orgasm, so it was pleasurable. Of course it was. It was the height of pleasure to cum while inside her, to fill the condom with his load while her hands rested against his chest and the warmth of her ass pressed against his thighs.

David climaxed with his eyes closed, and when he opened them - as he slowly came down from the height of his orgasm - he saw disappointment on Elizabeth's face. There was a hint of annoyance there, too, and with good reason. It seemed unlikely that David had lasted more than a minute.

"I'm sorry," he said.

The look of annoyance deepened and David couldn't help but feel as though everything Sophia had said was true, that he was destined to be a disappointment to a woman if he insisted on trying to have a normal sexual relationship.

"It's been a long time since I had sex," he said. "And you're...well, you're incredibly hot, Elizabeth. I know I came way too quickly, and I'm sorry about that. I really am. I feel terrible about that, in fact. Can I go down on you?"

She smiled. David couldn't tell if it was because he'd managed to make him premature ejaculation seem like a compliment or if she was keen on him going down on her, but she smiled. Then she lifted her pussy from his cock, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs.

"I'd like it if you went down on me," she said.

David happily crawled between her legs and attached his lips to her clit. He slipped two fingers inside the beautiful girl that had just made him cum in such a spectacularly satisfying fashion and he found her g-spot while licking and sucking on her clit in a slow, rhythmic fashion.

"Oh, fuck, that feels really good," she said.

David moaned and ran his other hand over her stomach and breasts. He watched Elizabeth close her eyes and arch her back. He listened to her beautiful moans as she neared her orgasm. He worked her pussy relentlessly, using every technique he knew to ensure a satisfying orgasm for the woman that had fucked him to a thrilling climax and gotten relatively little in return.

Eventually, Elizabeth came. To David's disappointment, it didn't seem like a particularly strong or thrilling orgasm. She offered a smile - a genuine smile, it seemed - and reached down to run her fingers through his hair after she'd cum, but she didn't have that joyful look on her face that he'd hoped to provide.

David moved out from between her legs and laid next to the beautiful girl. She didn't cuddle up with him, though. Instead, she reached for her sweater and panties and quickly got dressed.

"Sorry I came so quickly," he said.

Elizabeth rolled onto her side and kissed him on the cheek. "You don't have to apologize. It's not like it's the first time I've been with a guy that couldn't quite help himself, you know? It's okay. It really is."

It didn't seem like it was okay. It seemed like she was disappointed, perhaps even a little annoyed. He wasn't going to push it, though.

"Would you like to stay the night?" he asked. "We could go out to breakfast tomorrow morning."

"That sounds nice, but I have to get up early tomorrow, so I think I'll go home," Elizabeth answered.

David knew she didn't have to get up early. Of course she didn't, and even if she did, she would have agreed to stay over if the sex had been any good. No, she was leaving because the sex had been terrible, because he'd completely failed to satisfy her.

"It was just that I hadn't had sex in so long," he said. "That's why I came so quickly. If we had sex again, it wouldn't be so quick. It wouldn't. I promise."

A pained look crossed her face and David cursed himself for saying anything. He knew he sounded like the kind of man no woman wanted to fuck.

"I should really go," Elizabeth said.

David grabbed his underwear and pulled them on without taking the used condom off his cock. Elizabeth dressed as quickly as she could and he rushed after her as she damn near ran from his bedroom.

"I'll call you," David said as she opened the door.

Elizabeth offered a half smile, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and left. David shut the door, hung his head, and thought of Sophia. He thought of the things she'd said, of how sure she'd been that he was truly incapable of satisfying a woman. His mind conjured a particular conversation where she'd assured him that one of the joys of being with her was that he'd never have to feel any stress about satisfying her, that she'd never ask him to do more than he was capable of, that she'd always employ the services of a man actually capable of making her cum with his cock when she wanted that.

David rushed to the bedroom and grabbed his phone. He called Sophia. He had to talk to her.

"Hey there," she said softly.

"Hey, Sophia," he replied.

There was a long pause. "It's been a while since I've heard from you, David. Did you take another break? Did you try and convince yourself that I'm wrong about you?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"Did something happen, David?" she asked in a voice filled with what sounded like genuine sympathy.

David closed his eyes as a wave of emotion washed over him. He felt humiliated for his complete inability to satisfy Elizabeth. Had he been able to last he might have been able to make her cum. Had he been able to do that, she wouldn't have walked out of his apartment like she'd just had the worst sex of her life. Had that happened, he would have had a shot at a relationship with her. He no longer had that, though.

"I think you were right," he said. "I've been on a few dates with a girl over the past week and a half, and tonight we had sex."

David couldn't quite bring himself to admit that the sex had been bad, but Sophia knew. "Did you disappoint her, David?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said, and David believed that she actually meant it. "I imagine you're struggling right now, that you might feel pretty terrible, in fact."

"I am," he said.

"I don't want that for you, David. I only want the best for you. I know that's hard to believe, but that's what I want. I know it doesn't necessarily make sense, but I want to love you, David. I want to love and care for you. I just want to do it in what I know is a fairly unusual way," she explained.

In the moment, David very much felt like he wanted to be loved, and very much like he never wanted to feel the particular kind of humiliation he'd experienced after failing to satisfy Elizabeth.

"Would you like to come over, David?" Sophia asked. "I could make you feel better. I could hold you. I could kiss you. I could reassure you that you have what it takes to make me happy because I'm never going to ask you to do anything you're not capable of. I won't ask you to fuck me because I know you can't satisfy me. Instead, if I want you to make me cum, I'll ask you to use your mouth and fingers for that task. That's what you're good at, David. I think you understand now that you're not particularly good at fucking a woman, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," he admitted. "I can't...the look on her face, Sophia, the look she had when I told her that I could do better, when I practically begged for a chance at it."

"Most women don't want to hear a man beg, David. Most women never want to see a man again once they hear him beg," she said in a voice laced with hints of seduction.

"What...what about you?" he asked as a gentle stirring took place in his loins.

David could practically hear Sophia smiling as she said, "Under the right circumstances, I love hearing a man beg. I wouldn't always enjoy hearing you beg for a chance to fuck me, but if you were desperate and your unimpressive dick was throbbing with desire and you were on your knees in front of me, I think it would turn me on to hear you beg, though that's in no small part because it would turn me on to deny you the pleasure of fucking my tight, wet, perfect pussy, David."

"If we...if we became a real thing, had a real relationship, would you really never let me fuck you?" he asked.

"Do you mean when we become a real thing, David? Remember, I'm going to be your wife. You're going to be my husband. You're going to my dutiful, obedient husband, in fact. And no, you will never fuck me. Ever. You're simply not worthy of my pussy, David. You don't deserve it, and men shouldn't be given anything they don't deserve," Sophia explained.

She spoke with such confidence that David almost believed she could somehow see into the future, that he was absolutely destined to become her obedient husband who was forever denied the chance to fuck her. Either that or David suddenly found the idea a great deal more appealing.

"I think it's time for you to stop fooling around with other women, David," Sophia said. "I think it's time for you to commit yourself to me. You're not ready to be my husband, of course, but you are ready to be my boyfriend again. It's time for us to end this silly little back and forth where you pretend that you're not enamored with me."

David felt the used condom slipping off his cock and pulled his underwear down to retrieve it before it made a spectacular mess. He looked at the cum resting in the tip and he experienced both a hint of joy at the sex he'd gotten to have and a wealth of humiliation at the fact that he'd failed to truly satisfy Elizabeth and had then driven her away with his insecurity.

"I like having sex," he said.

"I'm sure you do," Sophia replied. "It's just that the women you fuck don't like having sex with you, David. I'm sure you could find someone who would be willing to settle for a man that can't fuck her worth a damn, but if she's worth being with, it won't be long before she's cheating on you, and if she's not worth being with, you'll eventually find yourself mired in misery. You need to accept that you can't fuck a woman worth a damn, David, and I promise that once you do you'll find a level of happiness that you didn't know it was possible to achieve."

That sounded good, but David wasn't convinced it was possible.

"We both know you were turned on when you heard - and watched for a little while - me get fucked, David. I know you were as turned as you've ever been, and I'd be willing to bet it's been quite some time since you were that excited," Sophia continued. "You liked seeing a better man fuck me. You liked hearing my moans as his big cock filled the pussy that you'll never get to experience. I know you liked it, David. I know you want more. You just have to get over yourself."

David rested the used condom across his thigh and closed his eyes. He thought of the brief time he'd watched Sophia get fucked. She was right that he'd been turned on, and she was right that the excitement of it - which was different from the arousal - had been considerable.

"Why was I so excited?" he asked.

"Because that's just the kind of man you are," Sophia replied softly. "You like witnessing proof of your inferiority. You like seeing me moan in a way you know you could never make me moan. You like seeing me experience a kind of pleasure that you're literally incapable of providing me. You may not be willing to acknowledge it, David, but you love me and you want me to be happy."

David took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and, for some reason, said, "I had an orgasm tonight. I came while I was inside her. It felt so good, Sophia. And then what came afterwards felt so bad. The look of disappointment on her face. The underwhelming orgasm she had while I went down on her. Her insistence that she had to leave because she had to get up early tomorrow. The look on her face when I practically begged for another chance to fuck her so I could prove I could do it better."

"If she was a different kind of woman, she would have punished you, David," Sophia replied softly.

He couldn't help but feel oddly intrigued. "Punished me?"

"Yes. Perhaps with a spanking, or a good ball slapping, or a hard facesitting where she smothered you and made it hard to breathe, or simply by making you eat your cum from the condom you prematurely ejaculated into," Sophia explained.

"Have you ever punished a man?" he asked.

Again David was certain he could hear her smiling. "I have," Sophia replied. "Not often. I haven't dated many men like you, actually. Men that need to be controlled, to be told what to do. It's harder than you might think to find a man like that who's actually worthy of dating. That's why you're so special, David. That's why I intend on being your wife and taking care of you. That's why I intend on ensuring that you spend the rest of your life as a blissfully happy, obedient husband."

He smiled. "I would like to be blissfully happy."

"I know you would, sweetie, and I can make you feel that way. You just have to give yourself to me, to surrender to me, to accept that I'm right about you, that you don't deserve to fuck me, that you'll never deserve to fuck me," she said. "I'll take care of your sexual needs, David. I will. I know my hand makes you feel good. It's all you deserve, but it's good, and I know how to make it really good, I promise. I know how to make sure that you cum harder from my hand than any pussy you've ever fucked."

She did give great handjobs, and the handful David had received since he watched Sophia kissing another man outside a hotel had been especially pleasurable, aided no doubt by the dirty talk she delivered, dirty talk that he ended up feeling bad about after he'd cum. Perhaps, though, if he surrendered to her like she wanted, he wouldn't feel bad anymore. Perhaps he'd just feel pleasure.

"I want you to come over, David," Sophia said. "I'll hold you. I'll kiss you. I'll caress your face. I'll make you feel better. Then I'll let you go down on me. I'll let you worship my pussy. When you're done, I'll give you a handjob. I'll stroke your cock and tell you all about the sex I had tonight. I'll describe the cock that fucked me. I'll describe the man that owned that beautiful cock. I'll describe the orgasm I had, and I'll make sure you have an even better orgasm than when you fucked that poor girl you disappointed tonight."

David surrendered. "I'd like that."

"Good. Now tell me, David. Do you still have the condom you used tonight? Can you retrieve it from the trash?" she asked.

"Actually, it's resting on my thigh right now. I called you before I even took it off," he answered.

Sophia sounded joyful as she said, "That makes me happy, David. That you called me so quickly and that you still have the condom. I need you to drink your cum, David. Before you come over, I need you to drink your cum."

He looked down at the used condom and asked, "What? Why?"

"As proof that you're willing to obey," she said, "and as a mild form of punishment. Not because you fucked someone else – you clearly needed to experience her disappointment for yourself and we’re not yet officially a couple again - but because you disappointed that poor girl and men should be punished when they disappoint a woman. Now drink the cum, David. Pour it in your mouth, savor the taste for a few moments, and then swallow. When you're done, you can come to me and I'll make you feel good, just like a girlfriend should."

David picked up the used condom and stared at the cum that rested in the tip. He set his phone down, put it on speaker so he could use both hands to dump the cum into his mouth, and said, "I'm going to do it."

"That makes me very happy," Sophia said softly. "Just pour it into your mouth. You're not going to enjoy the taste. That's the punishment. It's probably going to burn a little going down your throat, too."

David held the open end of the condom against his lips, tilted his head back, and raised the other end of the rubber he'd filled while fucking Elizabeth. He watched his cum slide towards his mouth. He felt it hit his tongue. The revolting taste soon filled his mouth. He closed his eyes and fought off the urge to vomit that overtook him.

"Make sure you get all of the cum, David," Sophia instructed via speakerphone. "Run your fingers down the condom and push it all into your mouth. Show me that you can be an obedient boyfriend and I'll let you come to my apartment. I'll hold you. I'll kiss you. I'll make you feel better. I'll let you eat my pussy. I'll stroke your cock and tell you all about how I got fucked tonight. I'll make you feel so good, David. I promise."

He pushed all the cum into his mouth. He held it there. The taste was awful, but he did as Sophia wanted before swallowing it all.

"I swallowed it," he said. "I did what you wanted. I was obedient, Sophia."

"That makes me very happy," she replied. "And, my pussy is quite wet. It's looking forward to your tongue, David. I want you to come over. Don't bother showering. Just come to me. Come to me and make me feel good with your talented tongue. Come to me right now."

"I'll be right over," he said.

With the taste of cum in his mouth, David dressed quickly, grabbed his phone to order an Uber, and headed out to spend the rest of the night doing exactly as Sophia wanted. He was ready to embrace being her boyfriend, to surrender himself to her, to accept that he didn't deserve to fuck her or any woman, that he was incapable of providing the kind of pleasure a woman deserved. He was ready, eager, and willing to take the next steps with Sophia.

David wasn't sure how it would play out, but he was ready.