Control

I tied the apron tight around my waist, somewhat thankful that it at least came down to my mid-thighs. The rule of the house was, when we didn’t have company, clothes weren’t allowed apart from very revealing items like aprons or robes. I remember when CC first told me about that rule, his strong hands caressing my breasts through my shirt, whispering, “They’re too beautiful to be concealed by fabric and wires.” His hands traveled down to my hips that were bare apart from my black, lace panties that he proceeded to tear off of my body, slipping his middle finger down between my lips, grazing my clit just enough to tease me. “Those,” he’d murmured against my neck, “are never allowed, ever.”

My back arched and I bit the inside of my lip, his voice flooding my memory deliciously. I squeezed my legs together a little bit, feeling my sex slowly beginning to grow feverish. Shaking my head, I grabbed a frying pan from the cabinet and set it on the heating stove. I strolled over to the refrigerator, taking out the eggs for breakfast, but couldn’t find the pack of bacon I’d set in there the night before. Leaning over a little bit, I searched the bottom drawer only to find the pack under all the blocks of cheese we had.

Just as I took it out, I felt a sharp sting on my ass and a pair of bare, familiar thighs pressing against the back of mine. A hand snaked its way through my hair, pulling me back until I was standing upright. I giggled a little bit, “Good morning, sunshine.”

CC’s lips took their rightful place on mine, his soft skin causing goosebumps all over my flesh as his arms coiled around my waist. Finally breaking the kiss, he whispered, “Mmm good morning, my Princess. Did you sleep well?” He stepped away, grabbing a few of the eggs to put in the pan. My skin tingled from where he touched, almost causing me to whimper when he moved away. This boy is gonna kill me, I mused.

“I most certainly did thanks to someone exhausting the hell outta me.” I poked his side playfully, tittering as he jumped a little. That was one of the things I loved so much; thanks to his rule, he never had clothes to prevent me from tickling him.

He glared at me adorably, fighting a smile, and said, “Had you not been so mean, I wouldn’t have had to exhaust you, now would I?” CC turned, placing his hand on his hip, his entire body visible to me.

My eyes departed from his and traveled downwards - the gentle slope of his nose; his plush, feathery lips; the strong definition of his jawline that faded into his slender neck; his protruding collarbones and marvelous chest; his chiseled abs and hips that could cut diamonds; his hardened shaft that made my heart pulse like a strobe light. I tried to look further down, but my gaze was too fixated to shift.

Noticing my gaze, CC smirked and turned around just enough so that I couldn’t see his exposure anymore. He slid the eggs onto two plates then tore open the pack of bacon, placing a few pieces into the pan. He chuckled, “I think my Princess wants her sweet this morning.”

I finally glanced up to his eyes, blushing furiously and gently gripping the counter to keep from fainting at his gorgeous body and the pace of my heart. “If my Master will allow it…”

I trailed off as he turned towards me again, pushing the pan away from the hot eye of the stove, and stepped to me until my back was pressed firmly against the freezer. The icy siding made my nipples strain against the apron which, unfortunately, was thin enough that he could see them almost perfectly and decided to reach up, pinching and rolling them between his index fingers and thumbs. I gasped silently, my head falling backwards onto the freezer, reaching around for something to help keep me balanced. One final step made his entire body meld against mine and, leaning his head forward so that his lips grazed my ear, CC whispered in a husky voice, “You’re mine.”

My hips grinded forward, unintentionally rubbing against his exposed shaft. He was already throbbing though I hadn’t really done anything. CC thrusted his pelvis into me, hindering my movements, and chuckled as his fingers danced through my hair. The gentle motion was erased as he gripped my hair and guided me to my knees. He held his rock hard member in his other hand, placing the head at my lips, and commanded, “Suck.”

Happily obliging, I took the head and upper part of his shaft into my mouth, sucking in small pulses, knowing how badly it would tease him, especially since he seemed like he was already half way there. My tongue curled like ocean waves against the underside, pulling him further into my mouth until I couldn’t go down any further without hurting myself. What was left of his cock, I gripped in my hand, stroking tightly in time with my bobbing head. I smiled to myself as I heard CC begin to moan and his breath catch in his throat. “Oh fuck, Y/N…” His hands threaded through my hair, holding on just a bit as he gently thrusted his hips in time with my movements. I always loved how lost in bliss he got when I did this. CC pulled his hips back until he was completely out of my mouth, his head tilted all the way back, and through an almost choked breath, he muttered, “Counter.”

I stood and bent over the counter, spreading my legs and arching my back, giving him a full view of what he wanted. I closed my eyes for a minute, trying to stop the blood from rushing to my cheeks. Suddenly, his slightly chilled tongue slid its way up my folds, causing me to shudder and gently grind back onto his lips. He slid two fingers into my tight entrance, marveling at my juices. “Who made you so wet, Princess?”

“Y-you did,” my voice cracked, a moan following right after. CC’s tongue reached forward, making small, teasingly light circles on my clit as his fingers curled just enough to hit my sensitive spot. My hands almost sprung forward, desperately wanting something to grab onto, but finding nothing, my claws sank deep into the wood of the counter.

He stopped. I took a deep breath to mask my panting, but it may as well have been in vain. The head slid throughout my slit, teasing me just right. I tried pushing back against him whenever he crossed my entrance, but he intentionally pulled away just enough at that spot so I couldn’t get him to enter me. “CC,” I whimpered.

A hard, loud smack came down onto my ass, followed by another, and another, each one making me bite my lip and cry out. “What was that?”

Swallowing another cry, I whispered, “Master.”

“That’s what I thought…” CC muttered. Without any warning, he thrusted his shaft deep into my entrance, starting at a somewhat decent pace, giving me no time to adjust to his incredible length. My whole body shook and lunged with his thrusts, though he wasn’t even at his full speed yet. He gripped my hips tightly, pulling me back to him as he moved forward, sending himself deeper into me.

I squeezed my walls around him, causing him to groan and speed up. I felt CC’s fingers slip around my hips to my clit, rubbing it almost as ferociously as his thrusts. He leaned forward, pressing his chest to my back, and growled low and menacingly in my ear, sending shivers through my body. I loved how he knew everything that drove me fucking wild. Though I’d never admit it, I loved how he tortured me, too, especially with what drove me insane.

CC sped up considerably, his finish in sight. I wasn’t too far ahead of him, though. He clawed at my stomach with his free hand and growled, “Cum for me, Y/N.” My climax rushed over me incredibly, but when he pulled out so that he could cum, I almost wanted to scream how empty I felt. I turned, dropping down to my knees as he stroked his member in front of my face until his explosion invaded my skin from my face to my breasts.

After a few minutes, I stood up, licking my lips almost hungrily, then kissed him, my tongue snaking throughout his mouth, eliciting a moan from deep in his chest. I smirked at him as I pulled my lips back. “Shall we continue with breakfast? You’ve got practice in an hour.”

Wrapping his arms around me and dipping me almost to the flood, CC’s lips collided with mine one more time before he finally admitted, “We probably should. You’re coming with me today, right?” I nodded in response, but he let out a small sigh. “Do you HAVE to wear clothes?”

I giggled, “Yes, baby, I do. Walking around outside of private domains is illegal...at least I’m pretty sure.”

“It’s still private!” CC tried to combat. “We’re just going to Andy’s for practice!” He nuzzled into my hair, holding me tightly to him.

“Well…” I pondered for a second, choosing my words wisely. “Perhaps I won’t be clothed for long today.” I winked at him, a smile beaming on his face before he picked me up bridal-style and set me on a chair at the table.

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