Trained & Tempted
Brandon’s week had been nothing but flashbacks.
The feel of the plug stretching him during dinner and each day since under her orders.
The sound of Marisol and Suki giggling as he obeyed.
The shame. The thrill. The warm satisfaction of pleasing Licious even when he didn’t want to.
And now… she was inviting him over again.
“Alone this time,” she wrote. “You’ve earned some personal attention.”
He sighed with relief, heart thudding as he packed a change of clothes, a bottle of bourbon, and—without even being told—wore his training plug. The mid-sized one. Just enough to make sitting a gentle tease.
She opened the door in a soft robe, bare beneath, skin glowing. No boots, no latex—just her.
“You look nervous,” she purred.
He smiled sheepishly. “Just… excited.”
She pulled him in, kissed him deeply, and whispered, “Good. You’ll need that energy.”
The evening started slow.
They curled on the couch with a joint burning between them. Brandon melted into her touch. She poured bourbon over ice and offered him two capsules.
“Molly and a sprinkle of mushrooms,” she said. “Low dose. Just enough to open you up.”
He hesitated—but her eyes softened.
“You can say no.”
He shook his head. “I want to please you, Goddess.”
She kissed him again and whispered, “That’s my good boy.”
The come-up hit gently. Warm waves. Music sounded clearer. Her skin looked lit from within. When she moved, she seemed to float.
Brandon nuzzled against her thighs, burying his face there as she stroked his scalp.
“You want to taste me?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Ask.”
“Please, Goddess… please let me suck your cock.”
She stood.
Slipped the robe off.
And there it was: her gorgeous, thick, veiny cock, heavy and beautiful, the foreskin half-pulled back over her swollen, leaking head. Every time he saw it, his stomach fluttered. He wanted to worship it. He needed to.
She sat on the edge of her bed. “Crawl.”
He did.
When he reached her, she tapped the base of her cock against his lips. “Lick.”
He began slowly. Tongue under the shaft, circling the tip, teasing the ridge of her foreskin.
“That’s it,” she whispered. “Take your time. This is your purpose.”
She slid into his mouth, inch by inch. His throat relaxed. Poppers he was ordered to inhale opened his senses and his throat. He choked briefly—but adjusted. He wanted all of her.
She grabbed his head.
Fucked his mouth, slow and steady, her cock gliding into his throat like it belonged there.
And when she came, she didn’t pull out.
He swallowed every drop.
After a moment to catch their breath, she guided him gently to the floor—on all fours, cheek to the carpet.
“I want to see you surrender.”
She removed the plug herself, rubbing his stretched hole with lube.
She pressed in slowly, carefully, letting him feel every inch.
He groaned.
“Shh… I’ve got you.”
Her pace was slow but deep, her hands gentle at first.
But soon, she sped up.
Fucking him harder, her words turning filthier with every thrust.
“You like being used, don’t you?”
“Yes, Goddess.”
“You like that I filled your throat and now I’m breeding your ass?”
“Yes…”
Her hand reached under his body—not to stroke his cock, but to cradle his balls.
“Hold it. Don’t cum.”
He bit his lip.
She rammed deeper, moaning, growling, whispering filth into his ear.
Then she came.
Deep inside him.
He whimpered, feeling the wet pulse of her cock emptying in his hole. His ass quivered around her, trying to milk more.
She pulled out slowly, cum dripping from him onto his thighs.
Then she straddled his face and said, “Clean me again.”
He did. Gratefully. Desperately.
Afterward, she bathed him.
Ran warm water. Sat behind him in the tub, arms around his chest.
“You’ve made me proud,” she whispered. “And you’re getting close.”
He blinked. “Close to what?”
She smirked. “True release.”
He stiffened.
She kissed his neck.
“Next time… I think it’s time for your first hands-free orgasm.”
His cock twitched beneath the water.
And suddenly, he couldn’t wait.
To be continued…
