Game over
TW: not many this time. Domination, blowjob, degrading (a little), praise (a little), slapping.
There he was, slumped back into his chair, eyes locked on the TV, barely paying attention to the fact you walked into the room naked. You wanted to surprise him, wanted to make an effort after he had a long day at work, but his attention was stuck. You knew exactly what would help him.
"Oh baby." Your voice cooed out towards him, your hips swaying with each step until you dropped to your knees, your hands gripping at his thighs. "Evening, love." His only words come out in a distracted tone, even with your hands sliding up his thighs to deftly unbuckle his belt. "Did you have a good day at work?" He just shrugged his shoulders, not a word was said, too busy playing his game. Again. You nod your head in an understanding way, pulling his boxers down until his cock sprung free from its confines.
"You just relax, handsome, let me take care of you." You whispered out, placing small kisses across his thighs and his hardening cock. He started to get hard from your kisses, your hand reaching out to wrap your fingers around it, pumping slowly to start with. "You like that, baby? Hmm?" A smile arose upon his lips as you watched his reaction, speeding up a little. "Careful baby, I'm trying to concentrate." But you didn't heed his warning, you were getting into pleasuring him as his cock throbbed in your hand.
In a split second, his demeanour had changed. His eyes narrowed at the screen before trailing down to your hand then to your face. His hand made contact with your cheek with a crack that filled the room. He paused his game, his eyes dropping to yours, his eyelids twitching at you as the "Game Over" screen reflected in his eyes. "You stupid slut. I said don't distract me."
You hold your cheek, the pink rising to your skin where he slapped you, tears forming slowly. "I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to make you lose." Your hand began to slow upon his length, stroking him slower for a second before his hand met yours. His fingers wrapped around yours, tightening your grip on his cock, keeping the pace he needed. "I didn't tell you to slow down, did I?"
"No..." You mutter out before he could interject, finishing your sentence off for you. "No, what?." He was in control, of your actions, of your thoughts, of your words. "No, sir." You echo back to him, your eyes never left his, even when his hand moved to the back of your head. He directed your face towards his throbbing cock, to him it was a punishment, to you it was a treat.
Your lips closed around his tip, using your tongue to swirl around it as you heard the buttons on his controller clicking again. You knew you couldn't disturb him again, you had to suck gently. The controller rested against your head, pushing you further down his length as you felt him reach the back of your throat. Your breath spilled from your nose, warming against his stomach as his quiet groans fell, the controller holding you in place.
His hips rose to push his cock further into your mouth, the sweet sound of gags was like a choir of angels to him. You couldn't quite fit his entire length in without him helping you, forcing it down your throat. He squirmed underneath you, getting more into his game than you gulping down his precum, his body leant forward. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Come on."
His chants weren't meant for you, but you took them anyway. You couldn't pull away, not yet. Not until he was finished using your mouth. Without you realising, his game had finished, his controller placed down next to him. Your head bobbed slowly, up and down his cock, lathering it in your saliva, soft gurgling noises rolling down him. He glanced down to catch your eyes, his bottom lip was clenched in his teeth as he winked at you. "Keep going, baby. You're doing such a good job." Your eyes lit up at his praise, knowing his attention was on you now.
You nodded your head, picking up the pace as his cock disappeared between your lips at a faster rate. One of your hands stroked gently against his balls while the other rushed to his length, stroking everything that wouldn't fit. "Fuck. Fuck I'm close." You could tell he was close, his fingers in your hair pulled your mouth off of him to look you dead in the eye. "Please. Please let me taste it. I want it so bad. Please, I want your cum." These were the words he wanted to hear, this time he didn't have to slap it out of you.
With a smirk spread across his lips, he pushed his cock back into your mouth, forcing it down. Your lips clamped around his cock, doubling down the efforts until his thighs started to twitch. His final tell. Before you could take a breath in through your nose, his cock twitched for the last time, your eyes widening as his cum spurted into your mouth. His warm, salty load filled your mouth, his hand gripping against your nose, forcing you to swallow it. You gulp down every drop, not wanting to disappoint him before you forcefully pull away from his still aching cock.
Your mouth opened for him, his face leaning in to inspect. His eyes roamed around your mouth, your tongue, your teeth, his own fingers prodding inside to make sure it had all gone. Satisfied, he patted your cheek and lounged back into his chair. "Good girl. Now run along, I'll be making dinner in ten minutes." With a squeal, you jump up to your feet and turn around about to head out of the door until he slapped your bare ass, digging his fingers into your skin. "You'll be my dessert, sweetheart."
