His key turned in the door for the first time in a week. His heart felt light, yet his stomach was in knots. Gently, slowly, he pushed the bedroom door open to see her on the bed, curled on her side, naked and without covers in the soft, lingering heat of early summer. As he sat on the bed, looking at her intently, her eyes fluttered open.

"Hello, my love.”

“Hello darling.”

She opened her arms wide as he fell into them, pulled him in, and held him tight. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, baby.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, it was good.”

“Were you a good boy?”

He looked away silently before her hand on his jaw pulled his gaze back.

“I asked you a question, darling. Were you a good boy?”

“Yes, I was.”

She smiled, cupping his cheek in her hand and slowly stroking his cheekbone. “Good boy. I’m so pleased to hear that you were able to keep your hands off your filthy cock for five whole days. I’m proud of you. I know how difficult it can be for pathetic, horny things like you. How are you feeling?”

“Desperate.”

“Give me a proper answer, toy. I know that you’re desperate; you don’t have to be a detective to pick up on that. What else?”

His cheeks started to redden, her hard stare demanding eye contact and seemingly seeing everything he wanted to keep secret.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and… and it makes me ache. I’ve not been able to think about anything else, just you and what you do to me and how much I want you to do it.”

“Oh baby, that’s great! You don’t have anything more important to be worrying about than me, good boy. Shorts off. Now, what sort of things have you thought about being done to you?”

He pulled his shorts down, and his cock bounced free as he avoided eye contact. “Well, just all sorts of thi—"

"Whore, if you do not give me a proper answer, I will not touch that ridiculous thing you call a cock for another week.” She snapped, patience wearing thin.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please. Okay. I’ve been thinking about your mouth on me and your hands on me and your thumb rubbing my head in that way that you do.”

“But I told you to touch yourself in the hotel room. Why think about my hands when you were already using yours?”

“It’s just not as good! You always make me feel so good.”

“Good boy, continue.”

He took a deep breath, willing the words out as humiliation washed over him. “I’ve been thinking about last weekend when you wouldn’t let me move. And you only let me fuck you for a minute or two.”

She laughed. “Really? You liked that? You complained enough about it at the time. Maybe it would be best if I just didn’t let you fuck me again. Not unless you learn how to hold yourself back.”

“No, I liked it, please," he said, starting to look somewhat frantic. “I can hold myself back. It’s just… it always feels so good. Please let me fuck you.”

She smirked at him, sitting up. “You can ask nicer than that.”

“Please, baby, please let me fuck you. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”

She looked at his cock starting to twitch. “This is something you want, it’s not for me. Good boys beg for the things that they want.”

He sat up beside her. "Please, please let—"

She cut him off with a flick to his balls, making him wince and whine. “I said beg. Don’t just ask me again like you’re my equal, get on your knees and fucking beg.”

He earnestly slid off the bed as she turned to face him, his eyes level with her glistening pussy. “Please, goddess, it’s been so long, and I’m so desperate for you. Nothing can make me feel as good as you do. I know I’m greedy and selfish, but please let me fuck you just for a little bit. I need you, please.”

She smiled at the feeble toy at her feet and lifted his face with her fingers beneath his chin. “No, you may not.” His face twisted instantly, the cracks well and truly showing as desperation and anguish washed over him. She always thought it was a beautiful sight to see a big, strong man crumble so easily, everything he wanted to close yet still out of reach. “You’re going to use your tongue now; you’re not the only one who has been without touch for a week.”

He got to work without another word, his tongue moving in quick, practiced circles around her clit. The training was coming along nicely, she thought to herself as the pleasure built. His whines of desperation as his cock nudged against her calf brought a faint vibration against her clit as she placed a hand behind his head and started to grind her pussy into his face. “Fuck, you’re getting good at this. If you keep it up, then we’ll have no need to use your cock anymore; we can just keep it nicely locked away so you won’t be tempted to play with it. Two fingers inside, oh my god, don’t you dare slow down, don’t you fucking dare," she commanded before going silent for a moment. He felt her pussy clench around his fingers and her clit pulse as her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave. “Fuck, good boy. Stop, stay where you are.”

She sat up to kiss him deeply, tasting herself faintly on his tongue. Looking down at his achingly hard cock, she noticed the puddle he had created. “Clean up your mess and get into bed.”

He slowly licked the precum off the floorboards before joining her back on the bed.

“What do you say, slave?”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, what?”

“Thank you, goddess.”

She held his head against her chest and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Good boy. What are you thanking me for?”

He buried his head into her skin in a pitiful attempt to hide. “For letting me show my devotion to you. For letting me lick your pussy. And for not touching me. Thank you for giving me what I deserve.”

“You’re welcome, darling. Why do you think that you deserve that and nothing more?”

“Because your pleasure is what matters, not mine.”

She smiled and stroked his back, his muscles tense beneath her fingers. “Clever boy. Don’t forget it. Come on, we can sneak in an hour more sleep, cumming that hard always makes me tired. Do you get the same? Do you remember what it’s like?”

He nodded, “Yes goddess.”

She hummed lightly, “Mmm, it’s a lovely feeling. Do you miss it?”

“A little.” The response made her laugh, his rock-hard cock and heavy balls pressing into her leg telling a different story.

“Well, if it’s only a little, then I don’t see why we should let you cum again for a good, long while. You’re so much more useful when you’re denied, you’re so wonderfully obedient and eager to please me.” She noticed his hips starting to move a little. “Is there something wrong, toy?”

He always hated to ask, but he knew he didn’t have a choice. His voice came out a whisper, "Please, may I hump your leg, goddess, just for a little bit?”

Pride bubbled in her chest as he humiliated himself for her entertainment once more. "Yes, you may. I’m going back to sleep. Fon’t be loud.”

“Thank you," he breathed as she wrapped her arm around him, and he rutted against her leg, teasing himself as she fell asleep safe in the knowledge that her good boy, her soulmate, was home.