Honestly, What She Wants

Having him sat on her bed, Aria knelt in front of him. He was fully clothed, and that's exactly how she liked it.

She glanced down at his crotch–nothing too clear to see underneath his baggy pants. She lifted one finger and pressed into him, right down the middle. There it was–his beautiful juicy bits.

She grabbed him over his pants, gently squeezing him rhythmically. His head rolled back, waiting for her to touch his skin.

She hastily unzipped his pants and stretched it apart. There it was, staring right back at her. His wonderful treasure box.

"Okay, now lay down" she ordered. She had him just the way she wanted, with only his genitals exposed to her. She wanted to please him. She wanted to make sure he has the best experience he's ever had–or so she thought.

She fondled him some more while his shaft began to grow. She let go. Completely stopped. She wanted him soft before she put her mouth on him. Just because.

It took a long minute before his went soft again. Then she grabbed him briefly before stuffing his soft member into her mouth. It was easier to move it around in her mouth this way.

His little glans lolled like a sweet marshmallow she could so easily bite into. She circled his glans with her tongue over and over, teasing his slit with the tip of her tongue, torturing the underside just the same.

She took a quick look at his face. His eyes were closed, savouring the moment. His face flushed and hair sticking to his skin with sweat. His mouth slightly open and sighing softly. Oh, what a sweet treat.

To have this power over a man, it was truly something! There he was, offering his most vulnerable skin to her, all for a moment of pleasure. She could so easily take advantage of that–bite him a little to hard, and he would cry out. Slap his little cock out of the blue, and she might come instantly hearing him yell. Or she could tie him up and torture him however she pleased. Shove some nice hot sauce down his hole. Squeeze his supple glans with a good pair of pliers. A little hot wax on him would probably send him flying to the moon–

She paused, horrified at where her thoughts led her. What was she thinking? She could never, ever hurt him. He was too precious to her. He was someone who mattered.

"You want to torture me, don't you?" He asked, and she almost choked on his long form. "Taking it slow, edging me like that?"

She pulled him out of her mouth and offered him a cheeky smile. "You like being tortured?" She asked while she held him down with her gaze.

He blinked uncertainly. "What kind of torture are we talking about?"

"You know," she said while tapping his glans back and forth with her finger. "A little cock torture."

His penis twitched as she said it and he let out a soft gasp. "With what?"

"With whatever you like."

"Try me, with your hands...?"

"Ugh so boring!"

"You could slap me. Squeeze me, flick me. I just...wanna test the waters."

"You know, we don't have to do this," she said.

"I know... But I kinda want to!"

And that was it. She flicked his frenulum hard with her fingers. He winced just a little, surprised by the sudden contact.

Then she held him up with one hand and slapped him across the glans with the other. He let out a groan and pulled up his legs this time.

"That hurt?"

"Argh... Yes!" He gasped. "Yes... do it again!"

And so she did.