andy's notes: the sae brainrot is back, i'm actually ill over this. cws: brat taming, pet play if you squint, shoe humping, humiliation/degradation, D/s. if you want a visual, i thought of these shoes
he's a disciplinarian, doesn't stand for backtalk; one hand around your upper arm, pinching tight before you're in the hallway, long fingers squeezing your windpipe in glorious, gentle warning. his eyes flash with searing hunger as he wedges his knee between your thighs, smirk curling on his lips when you do your best to stifle your sigh, but he knows exactly what you like, exactly what you need: to be put in your place like an obedient little pet.
"do you want to cum?" he asks patiently, pitching his voice low and savoring how your eyes gloss over, the way you wet your lips with your perfect, pink tongue. "you think you deserve to after that performance out there?"
"i'll be good now," tumbles out of your mouth.
sae only sighs.
"you won't learn that way, my love." he kisses your cheek, the backs of his knuckles trailing down your throat and over your breasts. "you'll do as i say now?"
"yes, sir."
he smiles; you never use the title unless you're really contrite. it almost makes him pause.
"kneel."
triumph surges in his veins when you instantly obey, eyes shining up at him.
he moves his shoe forward. the shadowed hallway barely illuminates the shining leather of his oxfords, but it captures the soft o of your mouth as you realize what he means for you to do.
"you still want to cum, don't you?"
it's half-taunt, half-reward, the way it always is when you act like a brat with sae, but your pussy clenches at the humiliatingly delicious punishment like it's the first time.
you have to spread your legs obscenely wide to lower your clit over the toe of his shoe, your nose practically shoved into his crotch. his slacks are tight, the only sign he's affected at all.
when you start to move your hips, sae's head falls back, and the unspoken approval skitters over your skin. you start to move faster, your arousal glossing over the leather. the edge of the laces nudges your clit and you bury your scream into his thigh.
his hand closes over the back of your head. "should i make you do this every time you act out? does my little bitch like humping my leg like a dog to get herself off?"
he knows exactly what he's doing with his words. the mix of ownership and degradation pulls your insides taut as a bow, and your orgasm rips through you with such intensity sae has to hold a palm over your mouth to keep you quiet.
he helps you stand, tucking you into his side as your legs quaver underneath you. his lips skim your temple.
"well done, my love. i'll draw a bath when we're home."
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