Only Smell it, Puppy

[MATURE CONTENT. 18+ READERS ONLY. SEXUAL CONTENT]

Aria: It’s 7:17pm, on a Tuesday night. The sun is still out, attempting to shine brightly through the curtains in the kitchen windows, but the florescent cold lights drown out the amber rays and suffocate the room in a sterile void. The ceramic tiles are sparkling clean, the counters are freshly cleared, the smell of roasted tomatoes, buttery onions, and garlic cling to the air as the only remaining sign of life besides the dishes in the sink. I’ll get those later, but for now, something else needs my undivided attention.

Luciano had a huge day today at work, and judging by the unfinished lunch he placed in the refrigerator, he didn’t have much time to breathe. I don’t know how he can talk to those people so professionally all day, to come home and flip a switch, like this. But God do I love it. His jaw has to be tired by now, he’s been on all fours kissing and rubbing my feet and simply worshipping my legs for about 10 minutes now, and the floor is harder on his knees than I will be. Maybe.

He looks at me, with that sparkle in his eye, waiting for his next command, he’s so patient, so devoted. I’m having a hard time hiding the fact that his goddamn hair keeps tickling my leg, I must keep this stone stare, he can’t see me crack.

Luciano: She sits there, so perfectly composed, her hair spilling like a black waterfall over her shoulders. She sits on our red velvet throne-like chair, so curiously, in the kitchen. I nearly cried in anticipation when she asked me to drag it in here, she knows how much I like being clipped to the legs of that chair. I was careful not to leave marks on the floors as I pushed it into the kitchen, she clearly spent a lot of time scrubbing the kitchen today. She wanted to welcome me home with an immaculately clean kitchen and a table set with steaming vegetables and wine ready for us. Everything was perfect, so I thought, until she walked away, slipping into the other room. She finally reappeared, in true perfection, in her black latex dress, wide-eyed fishnets over her ivory legs, and those fucking razor sharp Louboutin heels. Ah I could die a happy man just marinating in her allure all night. She wants to know how the day went. I hope I hid my victory from my face, I want her to be unsure of my state. She does seem to give me extra time when she can’t read me.

Aria: I can see his thoughts are calm now, he’s fully focused on me and ready to be given instruction. I twirl my foot around his earlobe and he lets out a sigh he thinks I can’t hear.

“How was your presentation today, puppy? Speak.” I ask. He sits up straight and digified, like he’s speaking to the board of directors, meanwhile he’s wearing absolutely nothing but the harness and straps around his tight little waist, a dog collar squeezing his throat, and the chains jingling mockingly over his professionalism. I sip my wine as he speaks, his body staring at me, it teases me but I must not let him know how much I need him, not yet.

Luciano looks up without breaking his form, despite the metal clasp pinching his neck. “Thank you, Miss Swan. It went very well, they appeared like they were ready to sign within the first few slides. I brought in 3 new investors from Sweden as well. I am very excited. This experiment is finally gaining traction and respect from the people with money to spend.” He pauses and looks towards the window, imagining what it looks like outside if he was not on his knees. He continues. “One of them invited me to their wedding next spring to play violin, they request, Antonio Vivaldi, very predictable." He rolls his eyes, pretending he isn’t beaming to play one of his favorite composers.

Aria with a faint hint of a smile in the corner of her eyes, "Good boy, I'm proud of you, even if you're a disgusting and classy fuckboy." She brings the tip of her heel to his nose and presses it in an endearing way.

"Thank you, Miss Swan." I say, as she uncrosses her legs. She shifts in her seat and tells me, "I think you deserve a treat." My mouth fills with saliva, my chest is tight, it’s as if a lightning storm is charging through my core as she widens her legs, showing me her white lacy panties. If I stare, I can barely make out the shape of her body in the shadow of the crotch, she is already wet for me, I am going to start drooling like a goddamn dog if she makes me wait any longer. I lean towards her, the chain giving me away, jingling and notifying her of my plan. I try to quickly pull her panties towards the side, but I am not fast enough, she swats my hand. She says, sharply, "No. Stay." I was too bold, now I must wait. I will wait as long as I need to. She sips her wine, looking at me. My back begins to ache, my hands slightly slippery from the sweat of my palms on this ridiculously clean floor. I can see a faint image of myself, I am a sick little pervert and I’ve never felt so alive. I am back on my hands and knees, and I must admit, my knees are making me feel like a broken old man right now, but I wait. She inhales, I look up as she points between her thighs and orders me "Down." Finally. Since I have permission, I slowly lean in towards her, and now finally, I can reveal her body to me.

Aria: He’s not getting it that easy. "No. Leave them there. You only get to smell it, dog" I say as he looks frustrated and almost sad. I try not to laugh, but then he stuffs his face against me through my panties and begins tasting me anyway, through the fabric. Everything around me feels like static electricity radiating off an old television screen, the hairs on my neck lift as he licks and feverishly gobbles me through my panties. What is a girl to do but absolutely lose it when he looks at me with the fucking eyes, face buried in me. I can’t hide it anymore, I feel myself arch my back and now he knows how well he’s doing. I’m caught.

Luciano: She smells as sweet as she tastes, and if she was any wetter I would need to give her an IV drip to keep her hydrated. I live for these moments, she can’t mask her physical need for me anymore. She looks at me through her dark, thick eyelashes, like fingers pointing down at the floor where I belong. She says strained through her breath, "Luca, my goodness how do you do that". What a compliment. I look at her, with the smile of a literal demon and ask "am I a good boy miss Swan…" I know the answer, but I want to hear her talk when she’s like this.

Aria: I am on the edge already, Jesus. I say, "Very good. Too good. Slow down and stop looking at me, dog" He does so. Such a good listener, fucking dick. I can’t wait anymore, I return my gaze to him and move my panties to the side to show him how desperately I need him. I need a moment to catch my breath, so I nudge his face away from me with my knee. I …just…. need a moment, holy shit. I can only manage to tell him one word, "Beg".

Luciano: I am the one in the leash, but I am the one in control here, she burns for me. I feel my mouth fill with saliva again and I swallow and beg like my dick depends on it. I give her my most pathetic, most needy stare, I pout my lip and lower my shoulders to plead, "Please Miss Swan, please can I taste you, let me have you please." I wonder if my heart might actually explode before I am granted permission to bury my tongue in her.

Aria: I swallow after I hear him, and tell him, "You were such a good boy, yes have your treat. But be quiet, I don't want to fucking hear you." Which is a lie, nothing turns me on more than hearing him moan, but I want this to last as long as I can, if he’s quiet I’ll have more. It’s not working, I’m not going to last two minutes with that mouth. No… I can’t push this away…. …. …. My mind is nothing…. Nothing but his mouth…. …. Little nibbles … …. the talent of sucking from a bisexual man …is a godsend…. A curse… I am gone……….. I am bursting……. I am moaning like a cow in heat.. . He groans with me into my lap, the vibration and warmth of his breath brings me to the next level and I orgasm with the energy of a repressed nun. I sink back into my throne, realizing I’ve been holding my breath through the shouts for several minutes. I attempt to catch my breath long enough to stand up and tell his glorious radiating face to “Turn around." I can barely walk without shaking like a dandelion in an earthquake. He is still on his hands and knees, and turns away from me, I see that fucking smile, he’s trying to play coy. I’ll make him eat that smile. I grab the harness at his waist, and use his frame to keep me standing and not topple over him like a maiden in an old fresco. I graze my fingers over his sides and the back of my hands up his abdomen, he is glistening with sweat and though he’s facing the other way, I feel his smile penetrating me. I wrap my fingers around his dick, and I feel it pulsating ready to burst already. Stroking him slowly, reading his body, I realize edging is out of the question right now, this man needs release, he needs it fast. I will provide.

Luciano: Focus focus focus, fuck fuck fuck

Aria: He bends down and folds over like a cheap whore onto his elbows as I move faster. I move faster, and use my other hand to massage his asshole, little freak loves that. "You are a such a good boy, little puppy, I love you" I tell him. He is drooling slightly, and tells me in a voice that sounds like eyes squinting, "Thank you Miss Swan. I love you Miss Swan.” It’s almost time. I tell him as I reach over to the counter where I stashed his porcelain dog bowl with his name carved into the side with white sparkly letters, "I'm going to let you finish ok puppy? Are you ready?" He says in urgency and practically one syllable, "Yes Miss Swan."

Luciano: Her hands leave me, what happened, I was almost there, I can’t hold out anymore, please come back. She stands in front of me now, lifting my head with her fingertip, with her mouth open like she wants to suck the soul out of my face. She says, "Give me your milk, baby" and places that bowl in front of me and it clinks on the ground and echoes in this room, loudly reminding me what a slut I really am. She wraps her hands around mine, and guides my stoke. Oh god. She degrades me, I can barely hear the words anymore I’m so engorged, her hands on my dick, whispering in my ear something about being a dirty little pig, yes a dirty little fucking pig, a pathetic worm, a disgrace, pathetic excuse of a man, just a mangy abandoned dog, I hear myself barking and I almost feel embarrassed… but also I am going to burst any moment. She does that special move with her thumb in my queer little ass and I just see white, and burst in the bowl. I see it dripping down her latex, dear she is going to make me pay for that…I am going to fall over.

Aria: I look down at him, he still looks like a god even when he’s panting like an animal, I see he’s glazed me like a cheap donut too. I glide my finger to capture it as it trickles down and bring it to my mouth. I lick his essence off my fingertip. He licks his lip, shoulders drooping, I wave my hand over the rest of my dress. "Fucking whore, you made a mess on me." He speaks to me in a tone that tell me, he came, but he’s not quite done…"I'm sorry miss Swan, I'm a disgusting filthy animal." I look at him, reading what level of depravity he’s wanting to finish with. Poor baby looks thirsty. I trace my breasts with my sticky finger and tell him sternly, "Yes you should be ashamed. Now let's not let this go to waste, you fucking disgusting pig." I give him the bowl, full of his filth, and bring it to his lips. He opens his mouth and trembling as he is still catching his breath, he drinks it, accepting me as his Master. It slowly seeps out of the corner of his mouth, I lean in and run my tongue over it and lick his lips. Our mouths connect, swirling and sharing his shame in our kiss.