Saucy Sketch Tuesday #47 (Patreon)

"Come here, pet," she cooed, and obediently he crossed the room to where she sat on the edge of her bed. Reaching for his leash, she added, "Lie down on the floor. I want you to service me."

"Yes, Lady," he replied. He sank down onto the cool marble floor and waited as she mounted his shoulders. The scent of her musk filled his senses, dazing him. Her dampness pressed against his skin, wet his lips.

He opened his mouth and began to lick. The heat of her soft, pliant body was a stark contrast from the cold hardness of the floor, which pressed against his back. Her silken flesh parted readily before his tongue, and his tongue slipped into her pussy.

A slight pressure around his neck told him that she had taken up the slack on the leash. With a nudge of her hand, she urged him deeper into her swollen folds. He lapped steadily at her wetness, feeling her body take up his saliva and return it in equal measure. His mouth and cheeks became slippery, but her hold on the leash kept his position secure.

The discipline was not in the act, but in the patience. She never came quickly. Her desire built up slowly, running just a little bit hotter with every passing minute. A quiet sigh here, a tightening of her muscles there -- those were his only indicators as to how close to the edge he was taking her. He had learned to ignore the physical discomfort of being pinned to the floor, his head craned blindly toward her pussy. There were days she had him down on that floor for hours, worshiping her while his own dick grew soft between his legs.

Today was not one of those days. After a mere forty minutes, she came.

Her orgasms were sudden, explosive things. He heard her drop the leash onto the floor as she arched her back and cried out. The salt of her fulfilled desire flooded his tongue, and he lapped it up like the good, well-trained pet he was.

When the last of her ecstatic shudders died down, she swung around and straddled his hips so that they faced each other. She smiled down at him, taking in his flushed face and too-bright eyes. Coyly, she ran her fingers across his cheeks, over his slimy lips and chin. Locking eyes with him, she gently pushed her fingers into his mouth. Obediently he sucked those off too, one by one.

"Well done, pet," she said. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on his lips. "I think I'll keep you."