Summary: The reader gets rewarded for handling temptation so well. (The Countess x Submissive!Male!Reader)
Requested by anon: “I was wondering if you could write a Countess x submissive male reader? Maybe some gfd? I re watched hotel and jsjkskxbgf i just want her to control me”
Getting ready for another of Will Drake’s famous fashion shows, you inspect your outfit for the occasion in the full-length mirror; looking for any reason to take it off. Sighing deeply, you realize you have no way to get out of attending this ludicrous event. You are not pleased. Not at all. If it were up to you, you and Elizabeth would be staying in your room or going out on the town. Prowling for her next meal should be the priority but she was quick to shut down that idea saying that you would both find enough entertainment in attending the runway show.
“Darling, if you keep pouting like that you’ll get frown lines.”
“Why are you even going to this again? I thought you were done playing with Drake’s emotions. And, why do I have to go? I have better things to do than gawk at some high-priced models.” You respond bitterly, watching her in the reflection as she straightens your suit jacket.
“My love, you know very well I can’t go on my own. They are expecting us both,” She says lowly. Spinning you to face her, her calculated gaze ensures that every aspect of your ensemble is in pristine order. Her fingertips tickle along your hairline, smoothing some of your lose locks back into place. “If you behave during the event and stop pouting, you will be rewarded. I promise.” Ending her statement, Elizabeth kisses your neck, staining the skin that protects your pulse point with her matte red lipstick. It’s the one blemish she doesn’t mind leaving on you; a subtle mark to show to those with curious eyes who you belong to.
During the event, you can’t help but shift in your chair every few minutes and your leg bounces frantically. Impatience and irritation streaming off of you in waves. It doesn’t help that any chance she gets, Elisabeth has her hands on your body; caressing you through the high-quality fabric of your outfit. Glancing at her, you pick up on how her lips are turned up into a smirk. She knows exactly what she is doing to you; seeing how long you can withstand the temptation she provides. Her hand delicately glides along your thigh, moving higher before reaching its desired destination. A firm squeeze on your half-harden member almost jolts you from your seat. Elizabeth’s soft chuckle reaches your ears as one of the other guests sitting to your left asks if you’re okay. Stammering out an affirmative, you grab Elizabeth’s wrist causing her to raise a perfectly manicured eyebrow in disapproval.
“I thought you were going to be good, baby? Or, did you not want your reward later?” She whispers with her eyes still trained on the passing models. Humming, you relax, settling back in your seat as she continues rubbing you through your pants. Biting your lip, you attempt to silence your whimpers and maintain a neutral appearance. She’s going to be the death of you but at least your end will be one of pleasure.
As the customary post-show celebrations conclude, you are aching and straining against your pants; wanting to find release. On the journey back up to the penthouse suite, you and the beautiful Countess share the elevator with random guests and models going back to their respective rooms. With her back pressed against you, her sculpted body grinds against you in ways you know only she can move. By the time you both make it back to the penthouse, it is well past midnight and you're at your limit.
“You’ve been so good, baby. Let’s see if you can last a bit longer. I want you to undress and go wait for me in our room. Don’t even think about touching yourself.”
Doing as she says, you take quick long steps towards the bedroom, beginning to take your clothes off along the way. Waiting for her on the edge of the bed, your anticipation heightens along with your desire to be touched.
“I saw the way you were looking at those models. Did you enjoy the view?”
Unsure what to say, you watch as her hips sway to an imaginary beat. Running her fingers through your hair, she surprises you by tugging your head back; a yelp leaving your mouth.
“I asked you a question, my darling. Did you enjoy watching all those models?”
“N-no. I c-couldn’t even look at them,” You stammer out. She’s so close but won’t give you what you want. Humming at your comment, she waits for you to continue, “A-all I could think about was you t-touching me. I want you so bad.”
“Good boy. The only person you should be looking at is me. The only person that gets to touch you is me.” She doesn’t seem pleased when all you do is nod enthusiastically. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to touch my cock. Please.” And she does. Reaching between you, her thumb gently plays with the head of your cock. The sensation of finally feeling her touch causes you to suck in a sharp breath. It alone sends shocks throughout your body and overly sensitive member. With your whimpers as motivation to continue, she begins to fist your cock in long strokes, using the leaking precum to make her skillful hand movements seem even more effortless.
Unconsciously, you attempt to fondle her breast. Tsking at you, she stops and slaps your hand away; earning a low whining groan from you. Finding your insistence irritating, she releases you and slides her body between your legs. Her skin brushes deliciously along your body. And her nails rank down your torso and thighs leaving long red marks in their wake. Landing on her knees, she captures your cock between her cleavage, using her soft mounds to massage your swollen shaft. You nearly jump out your skin when you feel her tongue dart out to lap at the tip of your cock before she takes all of you in her mouth. It feels so good that you wouldn’t mind if these were your final moments on earth.
The combination of her warm mouth sucking you for everything you have and her plush chest squeezing along the base of your member sends you over the edge. Before you can warn her, your hips arch up off the bed, shoving yourself further into her awaiting mouth. Thick ropes of cum coat the back of her throat as she swallows everything. When she pulls away, the final remnants of your orgasm dribble onto her chin and down her chest. Not one to waste anything, she collects your cum from her chin and licks it off her fingers.
You can barely catch your breath before she presses her lips against yours in a suffocating kiss. Sweet yet salty, you taste yourself as she forces her tongue into your mouth. Breaking the heated exchange, she watches you with lust-filled eyes, “I think it’s your turn to show me how much you appreciate me, don’t you, baby boy?” The implication of her words sends a tingle down your spine. The night is far from over.
