Trick or Treat for My Good Boy

"Trick or Treat?"

You sigh and reluctantly move back towards your front door for what feels like the hundredth time that evening. Streams of children, some suspiciously old to be trick or treating, have come and gone, wearing an array of costumes in various stages of scary. Your stockpile of sweets, bought especially for the occasion, is running dangerously low, as is your patience. You never were the paternal type.

As your hand reaches for the doorknob, you plaster a tired but hopefully slightly genuine looking smile upon your face, you don't want to scare the kids away with how over this you are, after all. But standing in front of you is not another gaggle of kids in Halloween masks. It takes a second for you to fully comprehend who it is standing there, admittedly still wearing a costume of sorts, but definitely not a child, and definitely very much a treat. At least I hope...

"It's been a while..." I grin devilishly, my eyes taking in your casual attire, grey sweatpants getting my approval, oversized sweatshirt not so much... but that can be removed.

"Well... you didn't answer my question?" I laugh at your confusion, liking how bewildered you look, but ever so slightly concerned I've read this wrong, that maybe you aren't happy to see me standing here after all.

"Trick or Treat?" I repeat, my eyes trying to read yours as understanding reaches them.

"Ohhhh," you take a step to the side, gesturing for me to come in, "treat please"!

I follow you inside the house, relief flooding me as I remember to keep my composure, stalking down the hall as if I own the place, which I unfortunately do not. This is your home. The home you shared, until very recently, with your wife. Ex wife, I remind myself. That's a very important factor in this situation. I'm not one to break up a marriage, no matter how much I like someone. You still seem a little shell shocked, and I remind myself to be a little gentle, it's not been that long, emotions are still fresh, raw, perhaps you don't feel like playing tonight. I need to test the waters a little, make sure you're ready.

You're saying something, gesturing towards the kitchen, asking if I want a glass of wine. I nod enthusiastically, relieved to have something to hold in my hand, to stop the slight shake of nerves. I want you so badly, want to return to where we left off, but I don't know if that's what you want. If it's what you need.

I take the glass of Sauvignon you've poured me, wondering briefly why you had my favourite wine in, whether it was her favourite too and still there from before she left. I push the thought from my mind and softly cheers your own bottle of beer, before we both take a long swallow, seemingly not alone in our slight feeling of unease. We aren't exactly ripping each others clothes off as I've imagined in my dreams, but then I did somewhat surprise you, with no warning that I was about to turn up, and besides, as much as it's been a fantasy of mine since we parted, it's not exactly our style, after all.

You interrupt me from my reverie, asking if I'd like to head into the lounge, where you've got a fire burning, it's warm, cosy, somewhere we can chat. I take the opportunity to remove my long black coat, forgetting for a second what it underneath it, and suddenly all plans for sitting politely and talking about anything go out of the window, because I did dress up for Halloween, but it wasn't an outfit I could wear in front of those trick or treaters heading door to door outside.

It's the perfect mix or leather and lace, hugging my body in ways that accentuate the curves, and smoothing over the parts I'm not so confident about. My, rather humble in size, tits look epic, if I do say so myself, pushed up and together, whilst being softly kissed by the wispiest of material, just begging to be removed. My legs are clad in a pair of delicate fishnets, held up by suspenders, finished off with a pair of killer heels, soles red.

The outfit literally takes your breath away for a second, and you don't speak but stand there, hand still on the lounge door, bottle of beer hanging by your side, dangerously close to tipping its contents on your carpet. I self consciously look down at myself, checking it looks as hot as it did when I was leaving my own house, pleased to see that it did in fact make me look amazing.

My own breathing gets ragged as I see the effect I'm having on you, the grey sweatpants leaving little to the imagination now your cock is growing in size, hardening beneath the thin material, making the space between my own legs slick with moisture. I want you. Now. But I also want to ease you back into our games. Into the tease. Into the exquisite pleasure and pain we experienced together before you were married, before things ended between us. So long ago now, but it feels like only moments ago I was stood in front of you wearing a similarly jaw-dropping outfit, a wicked smile forming at the corners of my mouth. Yes, I want you bad, but not quite as bad as you want me.

"Miss me?" I ask playfully, knowing the answer already, but needing to hear you say it.

"So much goddess"... you manage to utter, your voice shaking a little. Do I really have that much of an effect on you? It would appear so, and I love it.

"Wanna play a game?" I ask, laughing slightly as I realise I sound like Jigsaw with my choice of words. You don't seem to have noticed though, and you're nodding eagerly, any doubts I had about you being ready to revisit our dynamic brushed away as you stand to attention in front of me, ready to be examined when I give the word.

I beckon for you to follow me up the stairs, where I presume your bedroom is. I strike lucky, turning a door to a room that still has a feminine energy to it, a few items remaining that must be hers. I ignore them, instead moving to the en-suite, where I find the large panelled shower. All the better to tease you in, I think to myself, smiling softly.

I instruct you to remove your clothes, all of them, and to stand in front of me. I turn the shower on, then adjust the taps until it's running nice and cold. I see you glance over and know you are feeling a little trepidation as you remember how I like to play our games. You are being such a good boy though, and have taken off your clothes and neatly stacked them by the door.

Your rock hard cock is bobbing around, precum dripping lazily from the tip, begging to be tasted. I tell you to taste yourself, and you do right away, looking into my eyes as you suck your finger, going back again when I tell you to, swallowing it down. I almost don't want to get you in the shower and soften that cock, but equally I need to show you I'm still the boss, even after all this time.

"In you get," I command, giving you a little push on the ass as you turn and get in the shower. The icy cold water hits your body and you instantly shiver, your whole body trembling. I won't keep you in there long, it's never been my style to torture you, just show you who makes the rules, allowing you to surrender your power to me, to give me control, allow you to hand over the reigns, so all you have to do is worship me, as your goddess. God, this feels good, I think to myself, as I motion for you to take the razor and the shaving foam and hand them to me. I take my time removing the hair from your body, enjoying how it makes you feel, knowing you love it and hate it in equal parts, but ultimately how it is a step towards you being mine again.

I finish my task, tell you to rinse yourself off and to step back out of the shower, pulling a fluffy towel from the stand next to me, and drying you off, gently. I take extra time as I do it, noting the shape of your body, slightly softer than it was before, time changing it from what I remember, but still enough to make my heart skip a beat. I clear my throat, reminding myself that you need to earn my touch.

I tell you to get in position ready to be examined, and you do so eagerly. I move around your body, looking at you from every angle as you move into different positions, sometimes needing to be reminded, mostly remembering it from before. Once I'm satisfied, and extremely turned on, I tell you to crawl on your hands and knees back into the bedroom, where I stand before you, high heels in front of your face, as you kneel before me awaiting the next instruction.

I tell you that we are going to play a game, and if you impress me, you'll get a treat, but if you disappoint me, it'll be a trick. I ask if you understand, and you nod your head, so willing to impress me. I tell you to lie on the bed, arms and legs spread, and I head back to where my coat is to retrieve the rope I've brought with me, tying you expertly to the bed posts, pleased to see that your cock has once again grown hard, slick with precum. Although I chastise you for it, of course, after all I didn't tell you that you could get hard...

You apologise profusely, telling me you are sorry you didn't wait for your goddess to let your cock grow. In turn I tell you I forgive you, that I know how much you are trying to please your goddess, and that I'll keep an eye on 'my' cock, to make sure it does what I want, when I want from now on. Even those words have it bobbing around, somehow hardening even more than it already is.

"Oh dear, oh dear", I murmur, moving so that I'm now hovering over that naughty button of yours, looking into your eyes as I take out the pinwheel and begin slowly drawing it along the inner thigh of your left leg, right up close to the base of your cock, tantalisingly close to touching it... but then return back down again. I repeat this motion on the right leg, pressing down a little harder now, enjoying the soft groans you are making, whilst telling you to shhh at the same time.

I know this is the pleasure and pain that you want from me, need even, but you never could cope with the pain too much. I decide to tease you with a softer touch, putting down the pinwheel and suddenly running my fingernail down the length of your cock instead. The sharp intake of breath from you is worth it. I murmur again, explaining that good boys don't make noise when their goddess has asked for them to stay quiet, and you are begging me to be lenient, to allow you another chance.

I look you in the eyes, drop my head down and suddenly, unexpectedly, run my tongue along the length of your trembling cock, over the tip, picking up the precum on the end of my tongue, and moving up your body to stick my tongue into your mouth, coating your own tongue with the taste of you.

"Kiss me" I instruct, and you don't need telling twice, plunging your own tongue back in my mouth, kissing me hard, or as hard as you can do whilst both your arms and legs are restrained. We're both panting as I pull away, ending the kiss, but not stopping the juices from flowing between my legs. I need you inside me so badly right now.

I decide to rig the game so that we both get a treat. I give you a task that I know you'll succeed with, after all, you're good at control... I instruct you to touch that naughty button of yours, exactly as I tell you to. Soft, hard, slow, fast, stopping you just before you explode each time, bringing you to the edge with my words and your hand, the perfect combination. Teamwork. It feels so unbearably hot, I almost don't want it to stop, but then I remind myself how your hard cock feels inside my pussy and I do stop.

I tell you that you've managed to impress me, and that you're ready for your treat. Then I remove the suspender belt from my waist, take my now soaking wet knickers and stuff them in your open mouth as I remove the rest of my outfit until I'm deliciously naked myself. Your chest is moving up and down as you watch every movement I make. I put the heels back on and stalk around the room, picking up my discarded wine glass and draining the rest of my wine in one gulp.

My heart is banging in my chest. Every fibre of my body wants you inside me, but first, I want you to taste me. All of me. I climb back on top of you, remove the panties from your mouth, and replace them with my pussy as I lower myself onto your face, making sure you taste every inch of how wet you've got me.

"Lick me", I whisper in your ear. You're a very good boy, you bring me to a deliciously delirious state of orgasm within a minute, my knees trembling on the comedown, almost suffocating you as I try to recover my composure, moving off of you and untying your hands and feet reluctantly, but I need you to be able to move around freely for the next part. I want you to fuck your goddess, hard.

I want you to make me scream. And you do....

Your cock pounds into me as soon as I give you the word, and it's exquisite, just as I remembered but better. As you move my legs onto your shoulders, giving a better angle to my g spot, I start to gush, covering us both, making everything even more deliciously slippery. Our bodies slap together, and I'm no longer sure where I end and you begin, everything is a blur as I crest over and over again, orgasms crashing together, head thrown back in ecstasy. As you reach your own orgasm, you look into my eyes, asking permission before you fully let yourself go.

"Yes, cum for me, my good boy" I manage to murmur as another of my own orgasms catch me off guard. Permission granted, you finally let go, and wave after wave of cum fills me deep inside.

As we recover back on the bed, your head on my chest, my hand playing softly with your hair as your breathing returns to normal, I tell you the words you so badly want to hear... "You're my good boy".