"Where are you, Bel?"
"Un- nngh- underneath you," Belphegor can't keep the moans out of his voice as you keep fucking into him with enough force to push him further up the bed.
"And can you tell me why you're underneath me?" You will your voice to remain even while you keep fucking into him and ripping delectable cries form him.
"Because I don't- don't deserve to be on top!" He squeaks. He's trembling all over, you love seeing him like this. It truly is a privilege, but you save saying that for the aftercare. His face is a bright cherry red and shiny with sweat and desperation, but he continues.
"I'm sorry, Master!" He whines, "I could never- I could never satisfy you-u-u! I'm o-only good as a hole to fuck!" He's so, so close, but holding back just for you. Just because he wants to hear your praise and listen to you tell him how proud you are.
"Oh, my good boy," Your hand pets down his stomach, "So good, knowing your place." You finally arrive at his dick and give it just a few strokes.
"You wanna cum from me touching your pathetic little cocklet? You can cum, you've earned it."
"Thank you, Master!"
