Chapter 6: Get me some croissants for breakfast
Emily wakes up in a play full mood. She watches David sleeping at her side with a loving look admiring his body as he layer face down. She brush lightly his shoulder with the back of her hand moving down to his naked butt. She slaps his ass lightly and grabs his hairs to make him turn. Without a word, still holding his hairs she pushes his head down towards her mound. David knows. He must remains silent. He obediently position between Emily legs his morning wood exposed. Emily moans as she feel his mouth kissing her labia. Emily puts her foot on his cock pressing it against the bed sheet.
« Taste me,» she whispers seductively, pulling him down by his hair once more. David, his eyes heavy with arousal, complies without hesitation. His lips wrap around her aching clit, while his hands gently squeeze her breasts. With each pass of his tongue over her sensitive bud, Emily's cries grow louder. Her body writhes beneath him, seeking release. David increases the pressure of his sucking, driving her closer to the edge. “Why don’t you Fuck my foot while you lick me” ask Emily.
David obediently starts to stroke his cock between Emily’s sole and the linen bed sheet. The roughness of the fabric contrast with the softness of her sole increase his arousal as he rubs his cock under her foot. Emily enjoys watching David's discomfort, knowing he must maintain silence as he pleasures her. Her grip on his hair tightens slightly, letting him know who is in charge.
David's head moves lower, his lips skimming her inner thighs as he makes his way towards her aching core. His tongue teasingly circles her entrance, making her squirm with anticipation.
Emily's hips rise from the bed, giving David better access to her moist center.
She grips David's hair tighter, using it to guide his movements. "Make me cum with your tongue” orders Emily
. David’s focus narrows, concentrating solely on pleasuring his wife. He licks and nibbles her clit, working it expertly with his tongue, while keeping steady pressure on her opening with his thumb. Emily whimpers and rocks her hips, her eyes closed in bliss. David feels the wetness of her arousal on his tongue, adding to his own growing excitement.
Their passionate connection continues, with Emily moaning and crying out with each movement of David's talented tongue.
David feels her wetness covering his face, his cock twitching in response. Unable to contain himself any longer, he begins to move his hand towards his own pleasure. But before he can reach his destination, Emily tightens her grip on his hair, stopping him in his tracks.
"Your pleasure comes later, when I allow it," she says firmly, pulling him back into her core. David whimpers in frustration, struggling to maintain control as he works to bring his wife to her peak.
He can sense her nearing her ultimate release, the pressure within her building like an unstoppable force. Emily's breaths become quicker, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she holds onto the edge of the bed.
Emily orgasm loudly, her legs shaking.
The pleasure was intense, it took her breath away. David knew he needed to give her some time to recover, but Emily wasn't ready to let go yet.
She kept him in place, using her grip on his hair to hold him motionless. "Now, I want you to make yourself come." She commanded, her eyes flashing with authority. David nodded, feeling a mix of desire and frustration, knowing he couldn't ignore her order. Slowly, he released his grip on Emily's leg, giving himself enough room to maneuver. David stroked his cock, sliding his hand up and down, the anticipation building inside him. He closed his eyes, focusing on the intense pleasure building within him. “Now stop” orders Emily as she reach her nightstand to grab the cock and ball collar.
David understands what this means. It means that he will wear this collar during all sexual activities including when receiving permission to cum. He swallows hard, feeling a mix of arousal and submission. Emily carefully slips the leather contraption around his erection and testicles fastening it tight.Once the collar is securely fastened, Emily releases him, allowing him to sit up. "Now you will go to the bakery and get me croissant” She tells him, smirking. David rolls his eyes, feeling slightly put off by her sudden change of subject. “You go without underwear under your pants. And I expect you to stay hard, thinking of me.”
Emily added with a mischievous smile. David blushed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. He knew he would have to find a way to remain hard throughout the journey to the bakery, his thoughts filled with images of his wife's beautiful body.
Emily's tone turned more serious as she continued, "When you return, you'll show me the collar as proof that you wore it the entire time. Only then will I see if I grant you permission to cum." David's heart raced, understanding the challenge that lay ahead of him.
To maintain his erection and stay hard, he would need to rely on his fantasies and memories of Emily. As he left the bedroom, his cock strained against the confines of his pants, his throbbing member serving as a constant reminder of Emily's command. With each step he took, David found himself growing increasingly aroused, thoughts of his dominant wife consuming his mind.
As he drove to the bakery, he struggled to maintain his composure, attempting to keep his mind focused on the task at hand. Despite his best efforts, his thoughts continually drifted back to Emily, causing his body to react accordingly. He had grown accustomed to living life on the edge, both physically and mentally, but today's challenge proved especially difficult.
His phone rings, Emily is calling him in FaceTime.
She looks directly into the camera, with her big blue eyes filled with mischief. Her finger moves towards her lips, a signal for David not to speak. She then raises her index finger, indicating him to listen closely. "Don't say anything until I tell you to, understand?" David nods silently, intrigued by her game. Emily takes a deep breath, smiling seductively. "Stop on the roadside”she asks in a husky voice. David could only nod again, his throat dry from anticipation.
He parked his car on the side of the road, turning off the engine and locking the doors. A wave of uncertainty washed over him, a mixture of fear and arousal. He adjusted his pants, trying to conceal his obvious erection beneath the tight material. Emily watched him from the screen, her expression a mixture of amusement and hunger. "Now show me if you are hard" she ordered, her voice low and sultry. David swallowed nervously, unbuttoning his jeans and directing the camera so Emily can watch him. Emily leans forward in her seat, observing his performance with interest. "Good boy," she praised, her eyes sparkling with approval. "You can stroke yourself five times, But remember, do not cum." She warned sternly. David agreed, swearing his allegiance to his wife's wishes.
He carefully counted the strokes, focusing on the sensation of his palm against his skin. The pleasure grew stronger with each touch, but he refused to allow himself the satisfaction of releasing. Emily watched intently, her breath coming faster as she observed her husband's struggle. Her eyes glinted with delight, knowing how much this would excite him. As David reached the final count, he felt a surge of pride in his ability to resist, his determination reinforced by his love for Emily. “So where are my croissants ask Emily ? Hurry up now instead of touching yourself”.
Emily urged, her voice carrying a hint of impatience. David quickly pulled up his pants, his cheeks flushing as he did so. The image of Emily watching him intensified his longing, making it even harder to maintain his erection.
As he drove to the bakery, his thoughts were consumed by the image of Emily waiting for him on the terrace, her beautiful curves highlighted by the morning sun. The thought of pleasing her and earning her favor fueled his determination to stay hard.
As he approached the bakery, his body began to respond to the familiar scent of fresh bread and pastries. Despite his willpower, his arousal increased further, challenging his ability to maintain control.
Upon arriving at the bakery, David found himself surrounded by the delicious aroma of warm pastries. His mouth watered, and his gaze wandered to the rows of tantalizing treats behind the glass counter.
David's cock twitched in his jeans, his arousal undeniable. Determining not to give in just yet, he took a deep breath and stepped inside the store. The warm air of the bakery enveloped him, drawing him closer to the temptation that awaited.
He walked confidently through the aisles, his focus on finding the perfect croissants for Emily. As he picked out the pastries, he found himself becoming increasingly aroused, his thoughts consumed by the images of his wife waiting for him at home. His phone buzzes as he receives a text message from Emily : “I hope you are rock hard. May the the hot red hair clerk you like so much will notice.”
Emily sends another text message, her words leaving David wondering if he was truly able to conceal his arousal. His hands trembled slightly as he selected a variety of croissants, ensuring they met Emily's standards. He hesitated for a moment, contemplating the possibility of choosing something that might please her even more.
As he made his selection, David's gaze lingered on the array of pastries. The sight of the enticing treats only served to heighten his arousal, his cock twitching uncontrollably beneath his pants. A new text arrives on his phone “send me a picture of your hard-on bulging under your pants. Now. “
Send me a picture of your hard-on bulging under your pants”, repeated Emily’s demanding voice in his head. David fumbled with his phone, feeling a mix of dread and excitement. He wanted to please his wife, but the thought of sending such an explicit image made him uneasy.
Despite his reservations, David took a deep breath and snapped a photo of his straining erection, hoping it would be enough to satisfy Emily. He hurriedly sent the picture before second-guessing his decision. Would she be pleased? Or would she demand more?
David's mind raced with anxiety, wondering if his wife would be satisfied with the picture he sent. The thought of displeasing Emily filled him with a sense of dread, his pulse quickening in response.
As he made his way to pay the croissants he blushes seeing the beautiful red haired girl behind the cash register.
. She smiles at him flirtatiously, noticing his arousal. David feels a mix of embarrassment and desire as she looks at him. He tries to hide his condition behind his bag, praying she doesn't notice. His phone buzzes once more, and he sees a text from Emily: "Is she looking at your package?"
Feeling a combination of shame and thrill, David replies that he believes she is.
Emily's reply came swiftly: "Good. Tell her the croissants are for me."
The thought of being seen by the red-haired girl sent shivers down David's spine, his heart racing in anticipation. His arousal had intensified as he waited in line, the image of Emily's demand seared into his mind.
Finally, it was his turn to approach the cashier.
His face flushed with embarrassment as he handed her the basket containing the croissants. The red-haired girl smiled warmly, looking directly into his eyes. David's heart skipped a beat, struggling to maintain eye contact. "They're for my wife," he managed to say, his voice sounding strained and hoarse. The cashier nodded sympathetically, clearly amused by his predicament.
With a mixture of relief and apprehension, David collected his change and receipt, avoiding any further interaction with the young woman.
His heart pounded in his chest as he turned away, clutching the bag of croissants tightly. As he left the bakery, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment at successfully navigating the challenge Emily had set before him.
Arriving back at home, David rushed to present the croissants to his wife. Emily sat on the terrace, wearing a provocative nigth gown that hugged her curves, a hint of a smile playing upon her lips. David handed her the croissants, his hands trembling with nerves.
Emily's expression turned from amusement to surprise as she noticed the bulge in his pants. She looked him up and down, her eyes traveling from his flushed cheeks to his stiffened erection. Without saying a word, she broke open one of the croissants and handed it to him. David accepted the pastry gratefully, his mouth watering at the sweetness. Emily's fingers gently brushed against his thigh, a subtle reminder of her power. David blushed deeply, unable to meet her gaze.
"My apologies, Emily, it took me a lot of time to bring your breakfast”
Emily raised an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, don't worry about it, darling. It only adds to the excitement, doesn't it?" She took a bite of her croissant, savoring the sweet taste.
David's eyes followed her movements hungrily, his body aching with anticipation. His cock continued to throb, its demand for release growing stronger. Emily knew exactly how to manipulate her husband's desires, and she relished the power she held over him.
“Loose your pants now. I want to check if you’ve been hard for me all this time”
commanded Emily, her tone a mixture of amusement and command. David, already anxious from his earlier encounters, quickly obeyed, stepping out of his pants. His arousal was clear, visible for anyone to see.
Emily’s eyes darkened with desire, her hand moving towards his swollen manhood. With a gentle caress, she began to tease him further, slowly building his arousal higher. David struggled to maintain composure, his eyes meeting hers in a desperate attempt to convey his devotion.
Emily's hand wrapped around his shaft, gently stroking its length. His muscles flexed involuntarily, as he fought against the mounting urge to release.
"Your cock is magnificent, David," Emily whispered softly, her eyes gleaming with appreciation. "It's no wonder you struggle to contain your desires."
David's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I-I try my best, Emily," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “So not cum without permission”.
Emily said firmly, as she continued her slow rhythmic strokes. David could do nothing but nod in agreement, his entire being focused on her touch. He wanted nothing more than to release himself, but the thought of disappointing his wife kept him restrained.
Emily saw the struggle within him, the yearning and frustration reflected in his eyes. She smiled, knowing that her power over him was absolute. "Tell me, David. Are you eager to please me?” Her voice, husky and seductive, was a promise of things to come.
David's resolve weakened further, his arousal growing ever more intense. Sweat beaded on his brow, the heat of desire radiating from his core. Emily watched her husband closely, enjoying the power she held over him.
She lowered her hand from his erection, running her fingers along his chest and stomach. "Tell me, darling, does the anticipation of my touch drive you wild?"
David swallowed thickly, his throat dry from his arousal.
His voice cracked as he answered, "Yes, Emily, the anticipation of your touch drives me wild." His eyes pleaded with her, his need for her approval palpable.
Emily smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Then let me show you how well you've performed today." Reaching for the croissants, she broke off a piece and dabbed it lightly across David's engorged member. His moan echoed through the terrace, a testament to the intensity of his desire. Emily approaches, bending to put her face in front of his cock stuck in the croissant like a pastry hot dog.
David watches his wife as she takes her first bite. Emily’s eyes closed in pure ecstasy, her breath hot on his erection. She bites down and pulls off a piece of the crust, sucking it off her teeth suggestively before returning to him. David feels the fire of his arousal burning ever more intensely.
Her tongue runs along the underside of his penis, tasting the creamy croissant flavor mixed with his own essence. Emily hums in satisfaction, lapping gently at his sensitive flesh.
David's eyes close in bliss, his entire being consumed by the sensation. Each tender lick sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, amplifying his desire.
Emily slowly drags her tongue upwards, teasing him with every move. Her lips brush against the tip of his shaft, eliciting a gasp from David. She takes another bite of the croissant, then leans forward to continue her exploration. Her breath caresses his skin, causing a delicious frisson of sensation.
David closes his eyes, lost in the intensity of the moment. Emily's hands glide along his shoulders, soothing and possessive. David inhales sharply, overcome by the intoxicating mix of fear and desire.
As Emily continues her teasing assault, David's mind wanders. He thinks about the countless times they'd played this game, the thrilling edge of submission that always left him craving more. He recalled how his love for Emily had grown stronger with each new experience, a bond that transcended traditional boundaries.
“Ho it’s so good, felling your teeth on me. Please mis Emily may I cum?”
Emily replied with a teasing tone, "And ruin my croissant? I don’t think so. No cuming for my big tasty croissant ."
David's heart sank, but he knew better than to argue with his wife. He simply nodded in understanding, his eyes filled with longing.
.
Emily's fingers grazed David's neck, drawing him closer to her mouth. Her eyes flashed with desire, and her lips parted slightly, revealing the moist tip of her tongue. David found himself drawn to her, his own breath quickening as he imagined the taste of her kiss lingering on his skin.
She shifted her position slightly, pulling David onto her lap. Her hand moved from his neck to his chest, caressing his flesh in tantalizing circles.
David couldn't help but moan, the anticipation building within him. Emily's fingers trailed down his abdomen, stopping just short of his achingly aroused member. She suddenly grabs the cock and ball collar tugging him closer. She opens her mouth to bite the tip of the croissant, her teeth dangerously close to his cockhead. David’s breath hitches, his entire body tensed with anticipation.
Emily lowers her head once again, gently taking David’s cock into her mouth. Her tongue wraps around the head, caressing it expertly. David lets out a strangled cry, his body convulsing in response to her masterful technique.
Emily deepens her blowjob, taking David even deeper into her mouth. Her hand massages his balls, her other hand working his shaft, teasing him mercilessly.
David groans, the sound caught in his throat as he struggles to keep himself under control. His body quivers, his orgasm building within him like a storm cloud gathering force.
Emily knows exactly what she's doing, pushing him to the edge of sanity. The sight of her perfect breasts rising and falling with her breath heightens David's desire. As she sucks harder on his member, her grip on his balls tightens, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his body.
David can feel his climax rapidly approaching, the pressure building within him almost unbearable. Tears form in his eyes, his breath becoming shallow and uneven. He reaches out blindly, seeking something – anything – to anchor himself amidst the whirlwind of emotion and desire.
He finds purchase on the wall behind him, leaning heavily against it for support. Emily notices his discomfort and briefly breaks away from his shaft, allowing him a brief respite.
However, she holds his gaze with hers, silently challenging him to hold on just a little longer. Her words are a gentle yet powerful reminder of their commitment to one another.
"Remember our promises, David," she whispers in a voice both soft and determined. "You belong to me, body and soul." David nods, feeling both humbled and excited by her dominance. Despite his physical torment, he revels in the trust and intimacy shared between them.
« Please miss » says David « May I cum?»
Emily smiles, looking pleased with herself.
"Of course, sweetheart," she replies. "But only when you're ready to take full responsibility for any consequences that follow.”
With renewed determination, David pushes past his limits, reaching a level of arousal he didn't know possible. His body trembles, every nerve ending alive with raw need.
Emily watches him, satisfied with his progress. She slips off her clothes, baring her own body to him.
Emily steps towards David, commanding his attention fully. With graceful movements, she kneels beside him, cupping his face gently in her hands. Their eyes meet, electric with passion and lust. David's heart races, his desire for her now beyond measure.
In one swift motion, Emily turns him around, guiding him to lie flat on the surface below. His body responds instantly, readjusting itself to accommodate the change in position. His cock stands proudly erect, quivering with excitement.
Emily's gaze is filled with hunger, her lips forming a smile that borders on predatory. Sliding down his chest, she catches his nipple between her teeth, giving it a gentle bite that causes his whole body to jolt with exquisite pain and pleasure. David arches his back involuntarily, pushing his pelvis into Emily's waiting grasp.
Feeling empowered by the connection between them, Emily begins trailing her fingers down his sides, leaving an electrifying trail behind.
David’s breath hitches as her fingertips trace slow patterns along his ribcage and across his waist. It was clear he could no longer resist - his body yearned for completion. As his desires reached a fever pitch, Emily decided it was finally time to grant him release.
She decides to ride him taking his cock firmly she sits on it. Don’t cum yet she adds slapping his scrotum with her hand.
The intensity grows as Emily starts riding him, her hips moving rhythmically. Every thrust brings her closer to her destination, while David's muscles strain beneath her weight. She maintains eye contact throughout, adding an extra layer of eroticism to their interaction.
David grunts loudly, his body surging with each movement. The tempo accelerates, causing both partners to grow increasingly anxious for release. Emily looks over her shoulder at David, seeing his flushed cheeks and beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.
She knows she's pushed him further than he thought he could go, and there's a sense of accomplishment and pride in her voice as she speaks.
"Good boy, David," she praises, placing a tender kiss on his brow. "Now let me show you what happens when you do everything right."
As Emily moves her hips back and forth « cum for me now, fill me up with your hot sperm » Emily orders David.
David tries to obey, trying to control his urge but cannot contain anymore.
His vision becomes tunnel-like, his world reduced solely to the rhythmic motions of Emily riding him. Time seems to slow down, stretching endlessly.
Her breath falls raggedly alongside his own, creating a duet of sounds that seem to sync perfectly with their combined movements.
Emily's gaze locks with his, daring him to lose control completely, tempting him with the promise of absolute surrender.
She wants him to give himself over entirely, without reservation or hesitation. David feels his walls crumbling, succumbing to the irresistible pull of Emily's mastery.
Emily leans forward, wrapping her arms around David, pressing her body flush against his. Her touch sends waves of ecstasy through his system, amplified by her proximity. Gripping the base of his shaft tightly, she strokes him slowly, building momentum before engaging in a steady, circular pattern.
Each pass increases her pace, gradually bringing David closer to the brink of exploding sensation. Her touch is precise, knowing precisely where to apply slight pressure to elicit the desired reaction.
David explode in Emily’s pussy filling her with his hot sperm. Emily's body quivers as she experiences an intense orgasm due to David’s release inside her.
Without letting go of David, she continues to move rhythmically against him, savoring the last moments of their union. The post-orgasmic bliss fills the room, making it difficult for either partner to break free from the spell they have created together.
They remain locked in each other's embrace, hearts racing, bodies still connected despite their release.