Taking Charge

The boots were shiny in the greasy lamplight, Naruto noted as his tongue laved over the pointed toe in desperate need to pleasure his Mistress. The knee high boots were black, as was her silk corset, his leather arm restraints and that wicked, sinful crop she wielded with such mastery. The blond paused momentarily in his ministrations to focus his adoring blue eyes on her perfectly dominant figure – and was rewarded with the singing crack of said crop on his bare ass.

“I did not give you permission to stop, did I, Foxy?” her rich contralto murmured from far above his worshipping tongue, now eagerly licking her boot again after the crop’s stinging encouragement. “But you can stop now, my beautiful little slave.”

Face flushed with his prolonged arousal and the sudden kiss of pain from the crop, Naruto gave the leather surface a final lick and sat back on his knees as best he could, the lock jangling painfully around his wrists. Still silent, his head bowed in the respect his Mistress demanded, he was fully naked before her except for the straps wound around his arms and the hated metal cock ring.

Naruto gasped and raised his head as the bitter end of the riding crop trailed teasingly up his straining length, his wide and innocent eyes begging wordlessly for some relief of the terrible pressure. It had been hours since Sakura had bound him, strapping his arms together behind his back and forcing that tight metal ring down over his cock – he was helpless on that cold wood floor and he loved it.

“You’ve been a very good boy tonight, Foxy.” The blond head bobbed eagerly, basking in the rarely given praise from his demanding pink-haired Mistress. “I think you deserve a reward.”

His cock jumped at the suggestion, nodding in agreement.

His golden skin was desperate for her touch, a single caress to show affection and desire – but that was not the game they played. She expected perfect behavior, for Naruto to be silent and submit to her control willingly and take his punishments with pride. And he did take this evening’s whipping beautifully; the angry red stripes on his back now muted and pinkish as they faded into that handsomely tanned skin.

Sakura leaned in close to Naruto’s reddened face, creamy breasts barely restrained by the black silk, and smiled sensually as she traced his whisker lines with the tip of the crop. He was struggling with the imposed silence, which was still the hardest lesson he had learned yet.

“You may choose your reward, little one.” Naruto’s eyes slid shut in hot anticipation, a pained whimper passing his lips. “You have permission to speak only to tell me your choice.”

The well-defined shoulders rolled slightly, looking for relief from the burning in his muscles from the lengthy binding. There were tears in his eyes, glistening a deep navy in the muted light from the oil lamp, as he begged hoarsely.

“Please, Sakura-sama, I…,” Naruto pleaded, hesitating until he felt her fingers caress his cheek in silent support. “Please, I want your mouth on my cock.”

Without words, Sakura placed the crop on the floor and let a petite hand trail down his muscled abdomen to the base of his erection. She squeezed gently and dragged a finger up the length to swipe the bead of fluid from the swollen tip. Knowing he was watching her every move, Sakura slowly brought the finger to her mouth and smiled at the sudden spread of bitterness on her tongue. Naruto moaned as he watched as the digit pressed into her mouth, wanting the excruciating cock ring gone so he could fully enjoy the heated wetness.

Abruptly, she leaned forward and engulfed his pulsing erection – Naruto grunted deliciously underneath her, twitching with need. Watching his pained grimace, Sakura dragged her tongue delicately around his girth and slowly began working the metal loop away from the base of his dick.

Finally, the hated restraint was gone, slipped efficiently over the weeping head of his erection, and Sakura’s mouth was on him again. If his hands were free Naruto would have buried them in her hair; if he wasn’t required to be silent he would have been moaning like a streetwalker as her tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge. Instead he began to shudder violently as even more blood flooded to his groin, his blond head lolling back in the beginnings of a silent scream.

As she took him deep, relaxing her throat and sliding forward until her nose touched the neatly trimmed gold fur, Naruto’s world started to go fuzzy around the edges.

When she swallowed around him and moaned in the back of her throat, Naruto came with a deep keening wail. And kept coming, and coming, and coming, until it felt like his soul had spurted out of the head of his dick and the warm fuzziness swept across his vision and everything went black.

When Naruto came back to himself, he was lying on their bed. The arm bindings was gone, as were her tall boots, and Sakura was allowing him to use her stomach as a pillow. Sated but shaken from the intense experience, he turned his head into the soft skin of her arm, inhaling the warm scent that was his Sakura-sama.

One of Sakura’s hands began to soothe his aching shoulder muscles; the other gently caressed his face and hair, showering him with affection in the afterglow. Dimly, he registered the brilliant smile on her face as his lids slid shut in exhaustion and contentment, and tried to echo it as he slipped into the blackness of sleep.

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