Saucy Sketch Tuesday #34 (Patreon)

They first met when he was a student in college and she one of his assistant teachers, a second-year graduate student herself. A few molten glances, a note slid across the tabletop, and then they were an item...of sorts. He'd always been shy about telling his friends about her; she was his secret, and he hers. They did things together and to each other that he'd never dreamed he'd have the chance to do.

Years later and they were still together, celebrating their anniversary in the room she'd turned into their makeshift dungeon. With her impeccable eye for detail, she'd turned the unused room into the perfect fantasy. There were rings and hooks anywhere and everywhere one would want such things; ropes of different lengths and materials; implements of pain and pleasure, each of which was as familiar to him now as the fingers of his own hand.

"You happy you met me, dear?" she crooned to him now, stroking him. "I guarantee you no one can do this like I can."

The ball gag she'd placed in his mouth prevented him from giving her a verbal reply, but the adoring look in his eyes was answer enough. She kissed him on the corner of his mouth, her fingers playing with his nipples. And then, because she was an imp through and through, she squeezed his balls hard, taking pleasure in the muffled yelp and instant stiffening of his body as he absorbed the pain. She kissed him again as she ran her fingers through his thick hair and turned his face back up to hers. He was her beautiful, perfect man, and it made her want to do all sorts of naughty things to him.

"I'm taking off the gag now," she said. "Tell me how much you love me, and I'll blow your cock here and now."

He waited patiently as she undid the buckles and then slid the rubber ball out of his mouth. She wiped the saliva from his chin and set the toy aside.

"I love you," he said a little hoarsely. "I love you with the entirety of my being, my body and soul. You could cut off my arms and my legs and I would still find a way to crawl to you. I would take all your pain away and leave you only sweet happiness. I would die a thousand times for your love, but also live for it, however which way you wanted me. You are my friend, my lover, my Goddess..." His voice trailed off, his chest heaving with the sincerity of his emotion.

"I'll give you full marks for that," she whispered, her cheeks aglow.

With that, she slowly sank to her stocking-clad knees and put her mouth on his cock. His lips trembled as she began to suck, sliding her warm mouth along his length as she gazed up at him from beneath mascara-darkened lashes. He was hers and she was his, and as he shuddered in his restraints with the fulfillment of his orgasm, he knew he was the luckiest man alive to have found a woman like her.