Emmi leaned back with a satisfied little moan. She sipped her coffee, enjoying the silence for a moment. Foot rubs were a common occurrence, but she loved knowing that this time it would be driving him especially wild. She didn’t need to look down to know that he would be hard from their game. Justin planted a kiss on her foot, then her ankle, looking for attention.
“Ah no. You’ll kiss when I tell you to kiss.” Emmi tutted at him. “Here, are you hungry?”
She pulled one foot back and placed a plump strawberry in between her toes. Thoroughly impractical, very silly and a little humiliating. She knew he would love this.
The strawberry tasted sweet and ripe. Fruit always tasted better from abroad. The juices left a slight red mark on her toes, with a small droplet running onto her sole
“Clean.”
He was quick to obey, swirling his tongue around her big toe and then slowly licking up her sole, keeping eye contact the whole time. Justin could do this all day. He loved her feet, but he could lose himself there forever if he was being teased. And Emmi knew it.
“Maybe I should keep you here all morning… start my holiday off with a proper pampering. My feet could use a good bath after that journey yesterday.” He moaned a little in reply. “But you might get hungry if I do that. So maybe I should feed you first?”
His eyes widened, his jaw starting to go slack even with her big toe in his mouth, as she reached down to start touching herself. The look on his face was more comical than sexy, but Emmi still felt a thrill from the sense of power she had. She laughed, putting her other toe into his mouth and stretching it wide into a ridiculous smile.
“Say Cheese!” she said, tossing a little cube of gouda towards his open. Justin groaned at her bad aim and worse joke.
“I think I know something you would rather eat.” She was having fun, revelling in the bad banter. “Come here.”
Justin started kissing up her leg patiently, but she pulled him in towards her without waiting. There was no need to go slow. Emmi crossed one leg over the back of his neck and gripped his face in tight for a second, smothering him before letting him pull back and find his rhythm. She placed one hand possessively on the back of his head, wrapping his long hair around her fingers. He knew how she liked to be licked but she took control anyway, grinding a little more than necessary, looking to make her mark on his face. Justin moaned into her, the submissive sounds exciting her as much as the sensation.
“My own little vibrator.” Emmi purred, wriggling her hips. Justin took the hint, continuing to moan as she squeezed her thighs around his head. Her spare hand found her breast and began to knead it. She allowed herself to fall into a comfortable rhythm, enjoying the squeezing and moaning and licking without feel the needs to hold back. Within minutes she felt herself building towards the edge. At home she would often take her time, trying not to rush or be greedy. She would look down into his hungry, pleading eyes as she held herself on the edge, trying to prolong the pleasure. There was no need to worry about that now though. Emmi let herself tip over into orgasm, her body tightening suddenly and then relaxing completely.
She stroked her boytoy’s head as she came down from her brief, fleeting high. He continued to kiss and lick gently, waiting for a signal to stop or to keep going harder. Emmi stroked his head absentmindedly, enjoying the moment. She took in the room around her. The feeling of warmth in the air, the unfamiliar sounds outside. It was good to be on holiday.
“I bet you’re feeling pretty worked up.” a grunt of agreement came back from between her legs. “Stand up, maybe I can help you out with that.”
Justin stood, his cock entering Emmi’s eyeline as he got off his knees. She wanted to take him in her mouth, or pounce on him. Part of her wanted to ride him until he begged her to stop. But that wasn’t the game she was going to play.
She leaned forward and ran her fingers over his stomach, hips and legs, feeling him shiver as she lightly dragged her fingernails across his skin. Justin stood silent, keeping his hands behind his back in a show of obedience. She could tell he wanted two opposing things at the same time: to be touched but also teased, to be denied but also pleased. He wanted the pleasure of coming, but knew it would bring him out of the delicious, submissive headspace he was in. The palpable sense of confusion was adorable. He didn’t know what he wanted, but he knew that only she could give it to him.
“What do you want?” she breathed.
“Whatever you want.”
“If you say so.” She grasped him tightly and stroked; one, two, three times, looking up into his eyes. He groaned as she pulled her hand away and laughed, twitching uselessly in the air.
“I want to finish my coffee before it gets cold.” Emmi said sharply, but with a glint in her eye. “You can try and finish yourself off, if you’re that desperate. No hands though.”
She leaned back against the headboard and prodded him with her foot, eliciting a little moan. She wrapped her toes around him but held herself still, inviting him to thrust against her if he wanted. Emmi could see the cogs turning in her puppet’s head. He wanted desperately to come, but didn’t know if he wanted it like this. He grasped her feet and rubbed gently, whimpering softly.
“Well make up your mind.” Emmi sighed theatrically and took a sip of her rapidly cooling coffee. “I know it must make you feel pathetic, rubbing your little guy on my sweaty feet, but you lost the bet. So this is all you get.”
She felt his cock pulsate as she spoke.
“If you’re that desperate to get off you can fuck my feet while I lie here and ignore you. I’ll be thinking about how funny and ridiculous you look. About other ways to tease and torture you this weekend. And then you WILL be licking my feet clean. I don’t want them all sticky when I’m sightseeing.”
Justin groaned, hesitating. Her words put him off and turned him on in equal measure.
“I’ll do whatever you want Princess. Anything.”
“I know you will. And I might make you regret it.” She pinched and prodded him absentmindedly. “On your knees. You aren’t anywhere near desperate enough yet.”
He groaned with frustration as she removed her feet, falling to his knees. As always, he instantly regretted his hesitation, but loved the feeling of being under her control.
“You’ll get an orgasm when I say, and only if you’re good. Now, on all fours.” She crossed her feet over his back, using him as an extension of the bed. “I’m going to decide what we do today, and you’re going to be a good footstool and think about how to make me happy.”
“Yes Princess.”
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