Just a thot…
You teased Boba all evening through a formal dinner, but you got off on it just as much as he did so you’re all worked up.
You were already warned that bad behavior wouldn’t go unpunished, but you acted up anyway so now he’s punishing you by making you wait even longer, and by making you watch while he plays with himself.
And he won’t touch you until he’s satisfied with your begging for him to fuck you senseless. Maybe with a little Daddy!Daimyo in there too 😈
Ejdjdjie ERIN IEICID IM GONNA FAINT OK SO
You cursed yourself and your grabby, wandering hands and suggestive little smart mouth because boy did it get you in a world of trouble. Multiple worlds even.
You’d palmed Boba under the table at his own banquet enough times that even Fennec was starting to notice. That didn’t make Boba angry so much as it made him enter the role he loved most of all. Brat Tamer.
You knew he’d punish you. You knew it. But the way he looked all sharp in his green beskar at the head of that notorious table. You couldn’t resist entering the kind of playful mood that had you taking risks most others were too shy to try. But not you. Not Master Fett’s girl.
That’s what got you here. Bound at the wrists, knotted behind your back and looped into your equally as tied ankles. Your thighs pressed together made the burn for him all the more uncomfortably urgent. You were kneeling before him, the soft plush of luxury cloth on his floor the only thing keeping your knees from aching. He tied you tightly to keep you from moving an inch and looked down at his little present with a devious and erotic grin.
“You’ve never been so bold, little one. I’m impressed. Only punishing you to make a point. That you can never have me that easily. Daddy’s gotta have rules.” He tutted, gripping your jaw and forcing your pouty face up to meet his glare.
“But Daddy…” You started, softly tugging at the soft rope around your wrists for any sign of a possible get away. There wasn’t one. He was a bounty hunter, way too good at tying knots.
His grip tightened while his other hand fumbled with his cod piece, unclipping it so it fell in front of you both with a clatter. “No but’s. You were such a brat tonight. Didn’t listen. So now I’m going to remind you what the punishment is for not listening, Princess.” He let out a soft grumble as he slipped his cock out into his waiting palm. He sighed in delight, freeing himself from the brutal tension that you caused him all night.
“Hmph. I want to help.” You protested, letting your tongue slip out to wet your lips before tucking the lower one under your teeth. He was thick, swollen, and angry. The tip of his cock wet with precum that had leaked through his undersuit. Like he was an eager young man again. You had that effect on him. You. Your hands. Your defiance of him. Even though he played the role of big bad enforcer, he clearly liked when you misbehaved.
He lazily tugged on himself, the sight of him broad and strong yet painfully at your mercy was punishment enough. Yet you knew him well enough to know he’d drag this out for hours just to make his point. Hours you had already wasted at a dumb dinner you didn’t want to attend. You whimpered impatiently, making Boba’s smirk deepen.
“Oh, you want this don’t you, kitten?” His forefinger brushed your cheek softly. “How do you think I felt? Your perfect little hands tempting me at dinner. Wanted to drag you into my lap and bury my fingers in that sweet little cunt of yours.” He hissed, his closed fist beginning a faster rhythm as he pumped himself up and down in front of you. The way you had wanted to all night.
“I want that too, Daddy. If you’d just untie me..”
“No. I want you to ache like I did. To feel the swell of it in your belly like I did. To want so badly something you cannot have right away.” He tipped his head back and sighed louder, his fingers dancing around the rim of his tip the way your tongue should be.
You already ached. Your thighs slid together as your wet heat dripped down your legs, watching him huff his way through pleasure that was torturously selfish for both of us. Throbbing overtook the nerves in your core that you were too tied up to offer relief to and you salivated at the sight of your beloved Daimyo punishing you. You did all you could do. You relented. You gave in. The way you were supposed to. The way Daddy’s rules declared you should. “What can I do, Daddy?” You whined, “I’ll do anything.”
He chuckled softly, moving his thumb from where it held your chin and slipping it into your mouth. “Beg, little Princess. Beg for Daddy’s cock. And I might think about letting you have it.” His eyes were dark with lust at such a seductive threat. The pumping of his wrist was faster now, your lips wrapped around his thick digit making him wonder how it might feel wrapped around where he really needed it. “Stars- beg for me like my good little kitten.”
You popped off his thumb slowly, wishing more than anything you could let that drool lube up his strokes the way you liked to. “Oh please, Daddy. I’m- I’m so sorry I was bad. I won’t disobey again. I’m sorry. I want your cock. I want it. Please.” You mewl pathetically, trying your hardest to inch closer to him but to no avail.
“Good, Kitten. That’s what I like to hear. Daddy taught you better than to be a brat, right?” He cooed, or whatever he could muster right now that sounded soft and encouraging. He was bucking into his own fist now, edging himself slowly to try to retain his endurance. “Beg a little more. Tell me what you want. Use your words, instead of grabbing at what you need like you did at dinner.” He chuckled to himself.
I pressed my thighs together tighter, trying to soothe the tingle slicking my folds. I couldn’t do this much longer. I had needed him to fill me hours ago. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Fill me with your cock and fuck me. Please. I’m begging. My little pussy needs you. Please, Daddy.” You let loose, your little wails only making the coil in your belly build the pressure up even more.
Finally, to your delight, he stopped his strokes to lift your face up to his with both hands on your cheeks. “Is that all you needed, Princess? Next time, you ask. Use your manners like I taught you and I’ll fuck you senseless on that banquet table. Show you off to all of Tatooine. Prove what a good girl you are for Daddy.” He bent down and loosened the knot with one hand, guiding you to your feet.
“Yes, Mighty Daimyo.” You blinked up at him, your fingers on his length starting up where his own fists had left off. You bowed your head both as your sign of respect and so you could get a look at him filling your hand.
With one arm, he scooped you off your feet and splayed you out on his gigantic bed, dragging you by your hips to lift your ass up in the air for him. “That was the easy part of your punishment, little one. Now hold on.” And he plowed into you the way you’d both been aching for all night.
