Hungry Vacation

I woke up hungry.

Not "I could use a snack" hungry. I'm talking ravenous, post-fasting, gnaw-my-own-arm-off hungry. And as I rolled over, there he was, mouth slightly open, breathing soft, looking so innocent in his sleep. Butt ass naked. Like he hadn't eaten MY brownie yesterday. The last one. The one I had specifically told him I'd saved.

I should've been furious. Instead, I stared at his peacefully sleeping face and felt... spiteful. A slow, simmering annoyance mixed with something darker. A need to take this out on him.

Breakfast first.

I took a shower. We hit Taco Bell. He teased me the entire time, suggestive comments, his hand grazing my thigh as I devoured my food like a starved animal. I ignored him. Mostly. But I noticed the way his eyes lingered on my mouth every time I licked sauce off my fingers. Like he was imagining it wrapped around him.

Men are simple.

Back at the Airbnb, I collapsed on the bed, scrolling my phone, feeling my body finally settle... until my WhatsApp pinged.

A message from him.

A PDF.

I rolled my eyes but opened it. And immediately froze.

It was a story. His story. Written in that weird, awkward, sweet way men write when they're a little scared of their own filth. About me. About him. About me tying him up. Sitting on his face. Plugging him. Making him beg. It was so dirty it made my cheeks flush. But also?

It made me wet.

I read the last line "Please, Mistress." and a slow, sharp smile spread across my face.

"Well... if we're going to do this, we'll do it my way."

I walked into the living room, holding my phone. He looked up, slightly nervous.

"Strip. To your boxers. Kneel."

He blinked. "Now?"

"Yes. Now."

He obeyed.

I took the restraints from my bag, fastened his hands behind his back, and sat him on the bed. He tried to look confident. Cute.

I undressed in front of him. Slowly. I let him watch as I peeled off my top, sliding the straps down over my shoulders. His eyes followed every movement. My dark curls fell forward as I bent to slide my shorts down my thighs. I made a point of letting him see every inch of brown skin, every curve, every natural imperfection I've learned to adore.

I climbed onto his lap. Felt his cock twitch under the fabric.

"Can I--"

I pressed a finger to his lips.

"No."

I ground against him until my panties dampened, then got up and pushed him back into the bed.

"Turn around. Face down."

He obeyed. I slid down his boxers, ignoring the wet spots on it. A small and plump ass appeared. Cute.

"This is for the brownie," I whispered, grabbing the paddle. "How many pieces were there?"

"... Four."

Smack.

"..."

"I Think you should count."

Smack.

"One."

Smack.

"Two."

His ass turned a beautiful shade of red.

Smack.

"Three."

Smack.

"Four."

His cock dripped against the sheets. I forgot how much can turn me on.

I dipped my fingers into my folds, coated them in slick, and pressed one finger against his tight little hole.

He gasped.

"Breathe."

I slid the finger in, slow, firm. His body twitched but didn't pull away. Good boy.

Sliding in and out I stretched his asshole a bit until he started moaning into the bedsheets.

Then I replaced it with the smallest plug i had prepared, twisting it gently until it popped inside.

"I want you open and obedient."

He groaned. His cock throbbed, already a bead of precum forming at the tip.

I leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"You're already leaking. Filthy."

But then... I sniffed.

"When was your last shower?"

"Uh..."

I rolled my eyes.

"Shower. Plug stays in. Move."

He shuffled into the bathroom, bare ass wobbling, plug sticking out. I took the chance to slip into a black lace set that framed my curves and cupped my breasts just right. In the toy bag, I found a set of cherry-shaped kegel balls.

By the time he came back, hair wet, towel draped low... I was sprawled on the bed, vibrator humming softly against my clit, the cherries dangling from my fingers.

He moved to crawl onto the bed.

"No."

He froze.

"You want to help? Then put them in."

He knelt and, with trembling hands, slid them inside me. One by one. His eyes never left mine.

I made a soft sound. Just for him.

"Now... sit."

I led him to the tiny dining area, making him sit down, the plug pressing deeper inside him.

I taped his wrists and ankles to the chair, legs slightly spread. Perfect.

"Time for your German class."

His face flushed. "Seriously?"

"Oh, very seriously."

I quizzed him with words from my workbook. Every time he hesitated?

I flicked the riding crop under the table, straight onto his cock.

"'Hund'?"

"D-Dog!"

"Sehr gut."

By the time I finished, he was trembling, sweat beading on his forehead, cock painfully hard. The riding crop glistening.

I untied him and clipped a leather collar around his neck.

"Bed. On your back. Hands at your sides."

He obeyed.

I climbed onto the bed, standing over him, vibrator in hand. I started playing with my pussy. Making him watch everything.

I couldn't hide my moans. Had to lean against the wall to not fall down. I pushed and the cherries slipped out, wet, glistening. On his chest.

I bend down.

"Open."

He opened his mouth. I took the cherries and dropped them in. Filling him almost completely.

Then I sat on his stomach, pressed my feet against his lips.

"Let's see how much you can take." Feeling his erection against my ass.

He sucked. Moaned. I used the vibrator on my clit, grinding on his stomach. Him trying his best to fit as many toes into his mouth as possible, mixing them with my slick.

Feeling my heat building up, I pulled the leash and told him to get up. I got on my knees in front of him, rested my head on a pillow. Then I yanked his face between my thighs with the leash.

"Eat."

His tongue worked frantically as I rocked against him, the vibrator humming against my clit.

It did not take long.

I came. Hard.

I turned, pulled his face up, kissed his sweaty forehead. "Good pet."

He looked dazed. "Can I... cum?"

I laughed softly. "Oh, sure."

I flipped him over, face down, ass up.

I teased the plug in his ass, circling it with my fingers. Then I wrapped my other hand around his cock, hard, dripping.

I stroked him slow... then fast... until he was right on the edge.

And stopped.

Smack. Right on his ass.

Again. And again. Four times.

He whimpered. His whole body shook. He will remember.

I leaned down, lips brushing his ear.

"So... do you want to cum now, or have a better orgasm later?"

I knew his edgy masochistic ass could not say now.

"... Later?"

"Wrong answer."

I pulled the plug out, slid two slick fingers into his stretched hole, and jerked him off ruthlessly.

My fingers found his little G or P Sport or whatever and rubbed it frantically.

He came, a strangled, helpless noise escaping him as he collapsed, shaking.

I undid his cuffs and pulled him against me, stroking his hair.

"That's enough for today," I whispered. "You'll be a good boy for the rest of the trip... won't you?"

He nodded into my chest. Melted.

And as I held him, I realized something delicious.

I was ready for round two.