Sometimes, you just want to see him squirming underneath you.
(This is the version with watersports included. Continue at your own risk. If you can't stomach that, but still like the light bondage, see here.)
As one of my best friends and worst critics observed, this was OBVIOUSLY inspired by a story he sent me to read. Or perhaps I sent him to read. Well, whoever sent it to whom doesn't matter. I'd just like to say that all stories are inspired by some thought which is inspired by something in real life, be it a story you read or the guy that walked past you on campus looking hotter than should be legal. Either way, it's not WHERE you get the idea but WHAT you do with it.
He shows up on time, as always. Comes in the door, shuts it quietly, throws his books on the futon and sits down next to her. She smiles at him, as she always does, holding down the feelings swirling around in her stomach, a mixture of hatred and lust.
He knows about both of them, of course. And he works it. Massages each of them to make them grow. He wonders when she will snap. How it will happen? Will it be pleasant? Either way, it'll be amusing to watch. He'll get laid, or he'll get bitch slapped. And then he'll move on, bored of her.
He's about to find out.
Raven leafed through her history book again. "Now, wait. When did the Spanish Inquisition start?" She looked irritated. "I never get this."
Devon looked at her. "Well, I don't think we have to know that." He paused. "Hang on, I'll be back in a second."
Raven's eyes flashed. This was it, she thought. Do or die.
"Wait a second," she blurted. "Where are you going?"
Devon laid his book on the futon, poised to stand up. "I'm going to the little boys room. Is that alright?" His eyes were mocking her again.
"OK, just a second. Before you leave, would you just PLEASE find that date for me?" Raven circled to the back side of the futon, slowly.
"Raven ..." Devon started. "Just a second, I have to ..."
"JUST LOOK IT UP! It'll take you a second. You know the book like the back of your hand. It'll take me three years to find it," she said, sliding the drawer open silently.
"FINE," he said. "If it matters that much to you ..." He flipped open the book, irritated, and began to leaf through the pages. "But I really have to go."
Raven slid her prize out of the drawer, and came closer. "How many Dr. Peppers did you say you drank before you came over here?"
"Four. But that's only because I wasn't drinking because I had to drive over here. It would have been beer if we didn't have this damn test ..." He stopped flipping. "Here, I found it--"
Snick, snick, went the handcuffs, quick as a flash, around Devon's right hand, and around the metal futon.
"What the ..." he said, staring at his wrist for a second, then look back to Raven.
She circled the futon, and came around to the front. She smiled.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL, RAVEN?" Devon shouted.
"Not much. I just want to wait." Raven kept her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on her toes like a mischievous schoolgirl. She smiled again.
Devon looked at her for a moment, then lunged. She darted to her right and laughed.
"Devon, Devon, what are you going to do if you catch me?" She moved closer to him.
His left arm reached for her again, and in a flash, she had pinned it against the other side of the futon and the handcuffs were slapped on.
Anger smoldered in his eyes.
"Let me go," he growled. "I really have to pee."
Raven giggled, a high-pitched giggle, a little more maniacal than she'd expected. But it was good. It was really good. Let him be scared.
"What's so funny? I'm serious," his anger was melting away to desperation.
"Oh, Devon," she said. "Devon, Devon.
"Do you know how many times you've humiliated me? Made me feel lower than dirt? Made me feel like I wasn't smart enough for you? Good enough for you? You laugh at me because I get worse grades than you. You taunt me every time we get a test back. In front of our friends. In front of my family, even. I've put up with it for so long ..."
Raven seated herself on the floor.
"I don't get it," he replied, blankly. He rattled the handcuffs, banging them against the futon.
She stood up, and locked the door, then returned to her original position. "You see, it's very simple, Devon. You need a taste of your own medicine. Humiliation. And I ..." she laughed again, putting the maniacal edge in purposefully this time, and lounging back on the floor, "... I will take great pleasure in it."
"So, what? What are you going to do? Wait for me to piss my pants?" Devon asked.
"Yes. Yes, I am," she smiled.
"So? I don't care. It's your fault. Maybe I'll just get it over with," he threatened. "Then you won't have to wait for anything."
Raven sat up. "Will you?" she asked. "Please?"
"NO," he said.
They sat there in silence, Raven returning to her back and looking up at the dorm room ceiling, Devon quiet from the futon. Then, BANG BANG BANG, he hit the handcuffs on the futon. Raven heard some rustling.
"Oh, you're trying to get free!" she giggled. "Let me watch this."
She sat up and scooted against the wall. Devon's eyes were smoldering. "Fuck you, bitch," he said.
First he tried tipping it forward. He tried to grab the futon by its arms, but they were just too far apart that he couldn't wrap his hand around and get a good grip. Then he tried bracing his hands in the handcuffs, and tipping forward.
His feet slid across the carpet.
"Damnit!" he swore.
He couldn't get enough traction.
"Where are you going to go, darling?" asked Raven.
Without answering, he began to push. He raised his body up off the seat and pushed against the futon. It began to tip backwards, then a flash of recognition flew across his face. If he tipped it backwards, he would go down with it, and probably hit his head.
He threw himself back onto the futon.
"Fuck you, bitch."
"You know, you said that already. Maybe I should get you a thesaurus for Christmas," Raven chuckled at her little joke.
A look of concern passed over Devon's face, and then it returned to normal. Raven laughed. Devon glowered.
"I'll tell you what," said Raven. "Since you've already discovered you can't get free, it's going to get boring around here. To make this interesting again, I'll set a time limit."
Devon looked slightly relieved.
But not relieved enough for my tastes, Raven snickered to herself.
"If you haven't ... wet yourself in two hours, I'll let you go free."
"TWO HOURS?" Devon said. "What are we going to do for two hours?"
"I hardly think you're in a place of bargaining," Raven pointed out. She stood up and crossed the room. She got down on her hands and knees, and looked at Devon's midsection. For a second, Devon considered biting her, but he figured that whatever was going to happen could only be in his favor--pointing to him getting out sooner, rather than later.
Raven lifted up his shirt, and pulled the front of his pants down slightly. She placed her hand over his bladder. Mmm, this isn't going to take that much time at all, she thought to herself.
"Tell ya what. I'm betting on less than an hour. I'll give you an hour, and if you haven't pissed yourself by then, I'll let you go free."
"Do I have a choice?"
"Well, fine, then."
Raven looked at the clock behind her. "There it is, right in front of your face. Sixty minutes from now. It's 12:27 right now. When the little hand points to the one and the big hand points almost to the 6 ... That's when I'll release you."
"Bitch," he said.
"I know," she replied.
The minutes began to tick away and Raven got out a magazine to read.
Every so often, she would study Devon's face to see how things were coming along.
At fifteen minutes, he got a spastic look on his face, but he pressed his lips and legs together and held it.
"How many cans of pop did you say you drank?" Raven asked.
"Fuck you," Devon said.
"Plus one here ... That's sure a lot of liquid."
She went back to her reading.
At half an hour, she glanced up again and Devon's head was tipped back in what appeared to be some sort of trance. His knees were pressed together and his legs were at right angles to one another. He must have felt Raven's eyes on him because he opened his own. Raven glanced across the room to the miniature water fountain that was on her desk, whose power was switched to "off" for the time being. Devon followed her stare, and a look of sheer panic came over him.
Raven shook her head, grinning, and went back to her reading.
At forty five minutes, Devon said, "I bet you must be pleased with yourself now."
"What do you mean?"
"It's 1:16 ... I only have 11 minutes to go," he gloated.
"That's right, you do. A lot can happen in 11 minutes." Raven returned to her reading.
When the clock read 1:24, she threw her magazine down on the floor beside her and stood up just in time to see a spasm of what looked to be pain crossing over Devon's face.
"Oh, honey, are you having troubles? There are only 3 minutes left ... Can you do it?" she asked, in a low, soothing voice. "Don't think about water, don't think about the pain in your bladder ... Don't move! You might burst it ... Ooh, doesn't it hurt so good? Don't you just want to ... release it? Only 180 seconds left ..."
Devon was glaring at her, but then the spasm came again. He squished his eyes shut, then open, then muttered, "Oh, God ..."
Raven could see him struggling. His whole form was tensed up. Her pupils dilated and she stared at his crotch. "Yes, Devon ... You can let go ..." she whispered. "Just let go and let it out ... It'll feel so ..."
His look changed for a second, then he twisted his head to the side.
Raven stepped in to look. She grabbed him roughly by the legs and forced them apart.
"Are you pissing for me?" she asked. "ARE YOU?"
She saw it, the telltale darkness growing in a ring, blossoming outwards.
"Yes ..." she moaned. "Fuck, yes, I've been waiting for this for so long."
Devon's eyes were still shut and he wasn't moving.
Raven watched the circle expand for a moment, then she grabbed the clasp of his jeans and ripped the zipper down. She reached into his boxers and pulled out the culprit ...
A yellow stream was proceeded from Devon's dick, and onto the floor. Raven let go and it pointed towards the futon, where a circle began to develop on the mattress pad. She put her hand on Devon's bladder and felt its fullness.
Devon's eyes had opened and he was staring at her in humiliation and confusion.
Raven ran her hand under the yellow stream for a moment, then reached for her shirt. She pulled it up and over her head and then reached for her jeans. She was completely naked in a matter of seconds, clothing tossed across the room.
Raven grabbed Devon's cock and pointed it to her breasts. The urine poured out, still coming, as she lifted each breast to it.
"God, you're sick ..." he muttered, then closed his eyes against the scene before him.
Raven pressed her hand to his bladder and made the stream thicker, but then it soon got thinner and trickled off into nothing. She dropped Devon's penis, and stood up, dripping and smelly.
He looked at her.
"That was disgusting," he said, staring at her. "Now that you've used me for your little ... pleasure, may I please going on my way?"
Raven didn't know what made her do it, but she lifted back her hand and slapped it across his self-righteous face. Devon's head jerked to the side and his eyes closed.
She had almost missed it.
But it was unmistakable.
His dick had jumped.
She grabbed him roughly by the face, and turned him back around. "I will let you go whenever I feel fit. What do you think about that?"
His eyes burned. "I think you can just go to fucking hell."
This time, she hit him with the other hand, harder.
His cock was half-erect.
"Oh, this is marvelous," she taunted. "And you say I'M sick?"
Devon spit in her face.
She wiped it off with one hand and into his hair, which she then grabbed by the roots as she jerked him hard into a half standing position. His cock bobbed out in the air. She decided to hit below the belt ... REALLY make him hurt. She laughed at it. "You call *that* a penis?" she taunted. "It's more of a ... little toy trinket."
She let go of his hair and he thumped down onto the futon. As he fell, his feet slipped and he hit his head on the back of the metal futon.
The sound rang throughout the room, and Devon's cock was at full attention.
"Look at you. You're PATHETIC. You can't even fight back against a WOMAN. You're such a little boy." That had to sting ... She began to pace, her hands behind her back.
Raven didn't know where all this was coming from, but she was already hot from the pissing and finding this dirty little secret about her loathed lust object ... Well, this was more than she could take. She had to give him more of it, both because she hated and wanted him.
Devon strained against the handcuffs again. His shoulders were aching, and his dick was beginning to, also. "Let me go, bitch," he said. "Let me go right now."
Raven paused for a moment. "I don't think I like that name. I think we're going to need a new one. From now on, you shall address me as 'Mistress.' How does that sound?"
"I think it sounds like fucking shit, bitch," he said.
"'Fucking shit, bitch,'" Raven repeated, almost introspectively. "That's a lot of naughty words for a little boy with a little boy cock like yours to be saying. Say anything like that again and I might make you wash your mouth out with your own come. Now ... Are you going to call me Mistress?"
She slapped him across the face again. "What?"
She slapped him with the other hand. "What?"
"N--" he stopped. "Yes."
This was the second victory Raven had won. And she was beginning to love it.
"What do you mean, yes, what?"
Raven grabbed onto his left nipple and twisted. His body spasmed for a moment, and she let go. "Yes, WHAT?"
"Yes, MISTRESS." He spat the word out like a foul taste.
"Hmmm," Raven mused. "You've decided to cooperate for the moment, but I don't know how long that will last ... I need something more ... interesting to discipline a naughty little ... BOY ... like you." He would hate her even more, if she had anything to say about it.
She scanned the room and her eyes lit on a hand towel. It's good to be resourceful, she told herself, and picked it up. She crossed quickly to the sink and wet it down, then turned quickly back to Devon. She noticed that he was staring at her naked breasts.
"You little shit!" she shouted. "You're a dirty little boy, and these are MINE. It's not right to look at these things."
Raven crossed the room and yanked Devon's shirt up. She lifted it up and over his head, the front of it bunched up behind his head. She wound up and snapped the towel at his now bare chest.
"Fuck ..." Devon muttered under his breath. "That STINGS," he screamed, glowering.
"Excuse me? Did you say you want more?"
She snapped the towel at his midsection.
"Fuck," he mumbled again.
"Did you like that? Or do you want another? Did it feel good?" Raven demanded.
With gritted teeth, Devon managed, "Yes."
"YES ... ?"
"YES, MISTRESS!" he shouted, the first compliant thing he'd done.
"Ahhh, good," Raven said, walking away from him for a moment. She turned back. He was staring at her breasts again. "DID I SAY THAT YOU COULD DO THAT?"
She pulled the towel back to snap him again, then as he cringed, she lowered it. "Ohhhh, my little boy ..." she said. "Don't be afraid of me! Don't be afraid, I'd never do anything to hurt you ... You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, mistress," he mumbled, still not sure of it.
"Well," she said. "I'm just trying to make you into a good little boy. A good little boy that all the little girls will want to play with. Their little boy toy. Then you can look at all of these that you want. Here, you can look."
Devon had averted his eyes, but he turned hungrily back to Raven's chest when she offered up her breasts to him.
"There you go, little boy. Would you like to taste them?"
Devon looked at her, and she saw a flash in his eyes. "No. I wouldn't. Let me go."
Raven grasped his hair again, harder. "You know, your mistress is getting tired of being nice to you. She's been nice, for quite some time now. She's been patient. She's been loving. But if you keep up with this attitude ..."
She let go again.
"Now, let's try it again. Would you like to taste them?"
Devon was sulking for a moment, then he managed, "Yes, Mistress."
"Good ... Here you are ..."
Raven straddled his legs, and brought her chest in for his lips. He looked for a moment, then began to kiss her left breast. He swirled his tongue around the areola, then pulled her entire nipple into his mouth. He let go, as Raven massaged her fingers through his hair. "Yes, just like that. Good little boy toy. Good job." He traced his lips along the left side of her breast, then suddenly, he bit her.
Raven jumped back, stunned for a moment. "Shame on you!" she shouted, hand against her breast. His eyes glared at her defiantly.
She brought the towel against his skin three times. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. His face twisted in pain.
"WHAT do you have to say for that?" Raven asked.
"Three seconds until an apology, or you'll get the towel."
Immediately, "I'm sorry, Mistress."
"Sorry for what?"
"For biting your breast."
"For doing WHAT?"
"For biting ... your breast, Mistress?"
Raven figured she'd let it go at that.
"Well, you should be. Poor little boy toy. When will you learn how to treat a real nice girl?"
She stepped back for a moment, and his downcast eyes shifted to hers. She knew what she wanted to do.
Raven moved forward and said, "Let me see that little twig you call a penis." She pressed his shoulders back against the futon and looked at it. It was engorged and obviously causing Devon considerable discomfort. It was turning a shade of crimson, and Raven smiled at it. "Oh, like any girl would want THAT from you. Don't you know that a real man's penis is three times that size? Don't you know that no one would ever want that stupid little thing inside of them?"
She forced his pants down around his ankles and then off. He was naked, mostly, except for the ridiculous shirt around his neck, but she couldn't get that off because of the handcuffs. She wasn't about to take those off anytime soon, either.
She looked up at him and Devon was staring at her eyes.
"What do you want, little boy toy?" she asked. "What is it that you want?"
He pursed his lips together, then closed his eyes, then opened them. "Touch me, Mistress," he asked.
Ahhh! She had finally gotten the better of him. That little wanker of his WAS causing him trouble.
"Touch you where?" she asked.
"My ..." he paused as though to decide what word she would like best, then decided on, "... cock, Mistress."
Raven jumped back. "You little shit! Is that all that little boys think about? Their little ... COCKS?" She grabbed his ear and dug her fingernail into the cartilage near the top.
"No, Mistress, no!" Devon shouted, and she let go. She was breaking him.
"Good. Now." Raven paused. "Where would you like me to touch you?" she tried again.
"My ... face, Mistress?" Devon replied.
"Oh, that's good. I'll touch your face." She placed the palm of her hand on his right cheek, where she had slapped him earlier, and brushed it down and across his chin. Then with the back of her hand, she brushed his left cheek in the same manner. "Did you like that?" she asked.
"Yes, Mistress," his eyes looked brighter.
Ahhh, this is it, she thought to herself. He's almost all MINE.
"Where would you like me to touch you now?" Raven asked.
"My ... neck, Mistress?"
Raven rubbed her hands along the sides of his neck, caressing, and then dipped down to his shoulders, giving him a slight shoulder rub. Raven decided she was giving in a little too much. She needed to remind him who was boss.
"Did you like that, little boy toy?" Raven asked, pulling her hands away.
"Yes, Mistress," his little eyes were shining again, sort of like a puppy.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"I don't think you're sure. You're pausing. Why are you pausing?"
"I'm not pausing, Mistress!"
"Yes, you're pausing," Raven reached for the towel.
"Well, maybe I am!" Devon shouted at her.
"REALLY?" Raven asked. "Are you sure about that?"
Devon seemed to revel in it, his body twisting. Raven watched his cock bob in the air, his face spasmed in pain and pleasure, and his arms strain against the handcuffs. Devon was back again. She could see it behind his eyes. She liked it that way.
"Fuck you, bitch," he said, then she turned around. She riffled through a drawer then came up with what she was looking for--two clothespins.
"These will work as nipple clips," she said, "until you learn to behave yourself."
She was upon him, squeezing his left nipple erect, then attaching the first one.
"Fucking asshole bitch ..." he yelled at her.
The other one was on just as quickly.
She stood back to enjoy her handiwork.
"Since my little boy toy seems to like being punished so much, I guess we'll just have to leave him like that for awhile."
She looked at him and she could see the pain behind his eyes.
"Do you like that, little boy toy?"
There was a pause. "Yes, Mistress."
Ahhh, hers again.
"Good. We'll leave it that way. Now ... what did my little boy toy ask for earlier?"
Fearful of how he should answer, Devon looked to the ground. "I wanted my Mistress to touch me," he finally said.
"On my ... face," he replied.
"No, now my little boy toy is lying to me. My little boy toy said something different, something about his ... What was it?"
"My cock," Devon replied.
Raven snapped the towel in the air. "Your WHAT?"
"My ... dick."
"My ... penis?"
"My willy ... wanker ... rod ..." He was running out.
"Good little boy toy ... You're good friends with your dick, aren't you? Yes, I thought so. Because no GOOD girl would want to touch something like that ... But I suppose ... Sometimes GOOD girls have to stoop down to a level not fit for them."
Raven bent over, her hair cascading to one side of her face. She grasped onto Devon's cock, which was straining in the air. Devon moaned.
"Oh, little boy toy, do you like that?" she asked. "Is that good for you?"
She squeezed up and down Devon's shaft, watching him writhe in pleasure on the futon. She pushed her hand to where his cock met his body, then placed a long, wet kiss on his head and walked across the room.
"Fucking shit, get back over here, bitch, finish me, oh, God, I need ... Shit."
She could hear the futon being banging around and the handcuffs knocked on the metal as Devon continued his obscenities. She reached into her drawer and pulled out her vibrator and a bottle of lube.
As soon as Devon saw it, he fell silent. Then, "Please, Mistress, no. Please, no, don't ..."
Raven set the vibrator on the floor and the bottle of lube next to it. She then grabbed the clothespins and snapped them off. "Ugh," Devon grunted.
Raven opened the bottle of lube and picked up the vibrator. Carefully, she slathered lube onto the shaft of the vibrator, then worked it up and down. All the while, Devon begged her.
"No, Mistress, NO! I won't let you do this, you can't do this. I WILL NOT LET YOU DO THIS, BITCH."
At that word, Raven looked up.
"I'm sorry, Mistress!" was the immediate reply. "Please, don't ... Don't hurt your boy toy ... You don't want your boy toy to be unhappy ..."
Raven smiled. "My boy toy will enjoy this. He will spurt thick creamy come all over himself, because he will enjoy this so much. He will be begging for more next time, because he will love the feel of a hard rod inside his body."
She finished lubing up the vibrator.
"Oh, God, no, please, Raven, no ..."
Raven looked up sharply at the mention of her name. "I'm sorry. It's too late."
She stood up.
"Give me your ass."
Raven picked up the towel again. "Now."
THWACK. "You get three more of these." THWACK THWACK THWACK. "Do it."
He was whimpering. "Please, no, don't make me ..."
She grabbed the clothespins from the floor and clamped the first one on.
"Oh, God, PLEASE ..." he was begging now.
Raven shook her head. "Your ASS, sir."
"Please, no, Mistress, don't make me ..."
He was going to cave. He was calling her "Mistress" again. Raven grabbed the clothespin and twisted it.
"Augh, no ... OW OW!" Devon shouted. "FINE! I'll do it! I'll do whatever you want!"
"Good." Raven licked her lips. "Now, spread your legs, put your feet up on the futon and let me see that beautiful asshole."
Devon's eyes were mournful, but he followed her instructions. He slid down in his seat and splayed his legs apart, cock bobbing as he moved. He lifted his legs up, and his ass was facing Raven.
Raven knelt down in front of him. She kissed his cock, and then leaned back.
First she slathered lube on her finger and pressed it against Devon's entrance. As she began to enter, he said, "Fuck, no, please ... Really, I fucking get your point ..."
With the other hand, she pinched his ass, and his whole body shook. "My boy toy will be quiet now," Raven said.
And Raven continued her work.
She got her finger in, and soon she had two in. She was working in and out, and Devon was moaning. From what, she couldn't tell, pain or pleasure. She took her fingers out, and there was a gasp. Then she placed the vibrator against his sphincter.
"Are you ready, my little boy toy?"
Raven revved the tiny motor for a moment.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm ready, Mistress," he moaned.
Raven pressed it into him. She watched the shaft slide in, slowly, ever so slowly, and the moans grew louder. She kept sliding until the little purple vibrator was most of the way in.
Once again, Raven kissed the top of his cock. "Oh, little boy toy. You are so ready for this, aren't you? You're ready for all the fun this little thing can bring, aren't you?"
She looked at him for a response.
That was it. She had him. She pressed the vibrator into his ass, one more inch, one more inch, then she was satisfied.
Her left hand gripped the vibrator heavily and her right hand grabbed Devon's cock.
"Do you want to come, little boy toy?"
Devon was writhing from the contact. His cock, purple and straining underneath her hand, stood between her face and his. He didn't move very much, though, presumably from the vibrator that was stuck in his ass.
"Yes, I want to come," he moaned. "Your little boy toy wants to come ... Please let him come."
Raven began to fuck Devon's ass with the dildo, slowly and steadily, not moving her right hand. In and out and in and out, she watched it disappear. Devon's eyes squeezed shut and he moaned. Raven began to squeeze his cock, then moved faster. She let go for a moment, then grabbed a dollop of the lube that was stuck to the top of the bottle. She grasped his cock again and he gasped, as she continued her ministrations, this time slick and wet.
In time she fucked him, the dildo in and out of his ass as she squeezed his head and then released to travel down the shaft. In and out, the dildo went, faster and faster. Raven's hand squeezed and released on his dick. She watched him through lowered lids, his face contorting, his head twisting back and forth, his arms straining against the handcuffs.
"Does my little boy toy like that?" Raven asked, as unpassionately as she could muster her voice.
"Yes ... Mistress, oh, God ... Fuck ... Oh, shit ... Your little ... Goddamn it ... boy toy LOVES THIS FUCK!"
Time for the clincher.
"Good, well, does my little boy toy want the vibrator on?"
"Fucking SHIT! Fuck ... no ... God ... oh, God ..."
Raven flipped the dial all the way up and his body spasmed. She watched his penis jump in her hand as she squeezed his head once more, then pressed the vibrator into his body. She placed the vibrator against her stomach so it couldn't move, and his whole body shook and then he came.
With her left hand, Raven caught Devon's come as it spurted out into the air. It stuck to her hand and some got on his chest, but her little boy toy was completely oblivious. His body shook as he emptied himself for the second time that night.
She let go of his cock, switched the vibrator off, threw it on the floor and grasped his dick again. He shook still, even as he stopped ejactulating. His whole body was shuddering, and Raven just kept his dick in her hands.
As his spasms died away to shudders, Raven sat on the futon to his right, her right hand still grasping his now flaccid dick and her left hand cupped to keep the come from leaking out. She let go of his penis and put her arm around his shoulders and pulled him in as his body still shook from tiny tremors.
"Shhh, shhh, it's ok," she murmured, hugging him close, feeling his warm body against hers. "It's ok, my little boy toy is ok ..."
They laid there like that, Devon relaxing finally into her arms.
He opened his eyes.
She looked at him, then held up her left hand.
"Lick this come out of my hands."
Devon stared at her in horror.
"Do it right now, little boy toy," she grinned lasciviously, still holding him close to her.
Devon stared at her. He had two responses. He thought about it. Did he want this? Did he really want this?
He stared at her again.
Raven gloated to herself.
She had finally broken him.
He began to lick.
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