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It was a perfect July day. Nice and hot but not uncomfortably sweltering. The gentle breeze was like a soothing balm on your warm skin. A few white, puffy clouds floated by in the sky every now and then. The phlox patch flowering beside you gave a sweet, honey scent to the summery air. It had rained a couple days before, so the grass you were laying on was dark green and lush. You looked over to Otto who was lying next to you- shirtless, skin tanning in the sun- and smiled. Yeah, everything was perfect.
“I don’t know why but you always look so hot in those goggles compared to your regular sunglasses.”
On days when it was really sunny, Otto wore his old engineering goggles instead of sunglasses. He said they provided better eye protection to him. And seeing him in them made you go just a little bit insane.
His soft, deep laugh reverberated through the air as he turned his head to look at you. “I think you’re crazy.”
“Maybe so,” you smiled. “But it’s true.”
“They make me look like a dork.”
“They make you look like a sexy mechanic.”
He chuckled again, “Sounds like bad roleplay.”
“Hey, that could be fun actually! You’re the sexy mechanic and I’m the guy who can’t pay for my oil change,” you joked.
“Sorry, this mechanic only accepts legal tender.”
“Are you saying that my pussy is so good it’s illegal?”
Otto had just taken a sip of the lemonade he had made earlier and choked on it as the words came out of your mouth. He shook his head and smirked as he coughed out the remaining liquid from his lungs. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Pussy so unbelievable it’s in a Ripley’s museum.”
Otto just furrowed his brow at you with an incredulous smile on his face.
“You know, like Ripley’s Believe It or Not.”
“I understood the reference, dear. I just think you’re crazy.”
“Well,” you shrugged, “you’re the one who married me.”
“I don’t know what I was thinking.” Otto tapped his hand against your side, “Roll over onto your stomach.”
“Why?”
“I want to give you a massage.”
“You just want me to stop talking.”
“Yep,” he smiled and gave you a little kiss on the lips before rolling you over.
You rolled your eyes even though you knew he couldn’t see it. Before you could say something snarky again, his hands were working on the tight muscles in your shoulders and you felt yourself melt into him. Your skin was already oily from the sun tanning lotion you put on before going outside so his hands moved slickly over the knots in your back. You swore his fingers were like magic, in more ways than one...
He worked deep into your flesh and you couldn’t help but moan from the feeling of utter bliss. You felt him place a kiss on your shoulder as he continued working on your back. Leisurely, he pressed his lips across your skin, awakening a desire within your core.
Otto eventually moved his lips up to your neck, nipping at the skin, knowing that it would drive you crazy. You mewled under his touch. His hands had moved lower on your body, kneading the flesh on your ass, lightly grazing his fingernails down the backs of your thighs. Every sensation made your body feel even hotter and you ached for his fingers to slip in between your thighs, to give you some relief from the throbbing need building inside you.
You groaned in frustration, lifting your hips and pushing your ass into his hands, hoping he would get the message.
He chuckled lowly, “Patience, my love. I’m not done with your massage yet.”
“Oh, don’t tell me I’ve caught you on a dom day.” You laughed breathily.
You felt his stomach and the warm metal of his actuator belt on your back as Otto leaned down and whispered into your ear, “Just be quiet and let me take care of you.”
Both you and Otto were versatile in the bedroom but you usually took the reins more often than not. You liked being in control and you loved giving Otto all the pleasure you could. But sometimes he liked having the power over you and you liked letting him.
You nodded, unable to speak as his hand moved your legs apart. You could feel the wetness between your thighs as the breeze cooled it slightly. Otto’s fingers trailed the insides of your thighs, tantalizingly close to your cunt. He moved himself lower on your body, kissing a spot on your back where it reached the top of your ass. You wanted his mouth lower, around your clit, but he was taking his time getting there.
Otto finally grazed his fingers against your slick slit. You moved your hips up, giving him easier access to your clit. He pushed you back down to the ground and tsked, “Good things come to those who wait.”
You looked over your shoulder to glare at him. He was smirking at you lasciviously and you felt the hunger inside you grow even stronger. You groaned from the increasing frustration.
Otto’s fingers lightly circled your entrance, “It’s okay, honey. Close your eyes and let me work.”
You did as you were told and allowed your mind to focus only on the way Otto’s hands and fingers felt on your skin. His movements were slow and calculated. He knew exactly how and where to touch you to make you squirm. Your chest heaved as Otto inserted one of his fingers inside you. It felt so good but it wasn’t enough.
“More,” you moaned.
Otto removed his finger and right as you were about to protest you felt two of his fingers push quickly and deeply inside your wanting cunt.
You grunted at the surprise. “Thank you.”
Otto laughed, “Always such a polite boy.”
You wanted to reply, tell him that good boys deserve bigger rewards, but his fingers curled inside you, rubbing up and down against your G-spot. Your mouth was hanging open and you felt a trickle of spit running down the side of your cheek but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. The only concern in your mind was the insatiable ache in your core for Otto’s cock.
After a few minutes, you couldn’t stand his teasing any longer. “I want you inside me. Please.”
Suddenly, you felt Otto grab ahold of your body and turn you around on your back. Your eyes flew open and you looked at him pleadingly.
He held your gaze as his head lowered and stopped right above your clit. “I’m nowhere near close to being finished with you down here.”
Otto immediately took your clit into his mouth, the smooth hot flesh wrapping around it, licking and sucking on you like a piece of candy. You whimpered as the pangs of pleasure racked your body. He sped up his tongue, flicking at your clit with an intensity that already had you near the edge.
You wrapped your hands in his hair, pulling it, using it as an anchor. But after a few seconds, you felt the hardness of the actuator claws around your wrists, swiftly pinning your hands to the ground above your head. You moaned at the aggressive movement. It wasn’t often that Otto used the actuators during sex. Whenever he did, you knew he was in an insatiable mood. You knew he was aching just as much as you.
So you decided to push your luck. “Fuck me, Otto. Please. I need your cock inside me.”
He looked up at you. The lower half of his face was wet with your slick and you wanted to reach down and bring his lips to yours, to taste yourself on him. You tried to grab his head but felt the stiff metal of the actuators hit your skin, and remembered you were still pinned down. You groaned.
Otto smirked at you, “What, my fingers aren’t enough?” He quickly shoved three of his fingers inside you and you moaned at the full feeling. “That’s what I thought,” he smiled.
He moved his face up to yours, still working his fingers deep inside you, then kissed you roughly. Your lips opened for him, his tongue pushing inside your mouth, letting you taste yourself on him. You moaned into his mouth and you wanted nothing more than to be free from the actuators, to touch Otto’s body, to grab onto his cock. You struggled against the claws wrapped around your wrists as he kissed you and rutted his fingers inside you.
Otto pulled his lips away from yours and you whimpered. He raised his eyebrows, “A word of advice: Take what’s given to you. Otherwise, I’m going to make you wait longer.”
His voice was stern, confident. It made you ache for him even more. You wished you could look into his eyes but, in a way, the goggles made him look all the more domineering, and you couldn’t get enough of it.
“Understand?”
You nodded for a few seconds, then remembered to speak. “Yes.”
Otto grinned, “Good.”
He went back down, his tongue gently probing the area around your clit, skillfully staying away from the nub itself. His three fingers were still moving inside you. Even though they were big, it wasn't enough. Not when you knew how well his cock filled you up. A small part of you wanted to groan, to scream, to cry out your frustration. But then you thought back to what Otto had told you- to take what was given- and you decided against it. Eventually, his mouth wrapped around your stiff clit again, sucking it and bobbing his lips up and down. He knew that always made you come quickly. And you knew that’s what he wanted you to do as his fingers curled inside you.
You found it was getting harder to breathe, as if the humidity in the air increased and water had begun to fill your lungs. Your vision blurred around the edges and you screwed your eyes shut.
“I’m-” You mewled nonsense words as Otto quickened his movements. Your lungs ceased working altogether as a euphoric bliss overtook you. For a few divine seconds, the world stopped and all you felt was pleasure. But then you were snapped back into reality as your hips jerked up and your body spasmed from the strength of your orgasm. You cried out, trying to ride out the final jolts of pleasure.
After a while, your body stilled and you heaved in breaths. Otto took his fingers out of you then popped them in his mouth, slurping up your cum. You watched as he smirked and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand then unfastened his belt buckle, pulling his cock free from his pants. Your cunt was still pulsing from your orgasm as he slid his stiff flesh inside you. Otto moaned, undoubtedly feeling you clench around him.
He moved up to kiss you softly. “Good boy.” He ran his hand through your hair. His cock still inside you, unmoving. “Very good.”
You knew he was waiting for you to regain your composure after your orgasm to start up again but you wanted him so badly, you didn’t need to wait.
“Do I feel good?”
He nodded, “Always.” Otto pressed little kisses to your neck and nibbled on your ear.
“Will you fuck me now?”
Otto tsked, “What did I say about that?”
“I know you want it just as much as me.”
He didn’t reply, just continued sucking and kissing the skin on your neck.
You wanted to push him a little bit, tease him, because you knew he would crumble and give you the control.
“I know how much you love warming your cock inside me.” You gripped the muscles in your cunt around his cock. “Love feeling me clench around you.”
Otto moaned softly, trying to ignore what you were doing. Trying to maintain control.
“But that’s still not enough for you, is it?” You wished the actuator claws would release you from their grasp. You wanted to grab Otto’s head, bite his neck and shoulders, let him know that it was your turn to take the reins. “I know you want more. You don’t have to be strong anymore, Otto.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, “Give in.”
“Shh.” Otto’s voice was soft, weak.
You could tell he was losing the fight. Because of course he would, he still hadn’t orgasmed and you had. That gave you the advantage. You clenched your muscles around his cock again.
“Just fuck me, daddy. It’s okay.” You moved your wrists against the metal claws, testing their hold on you, and you weren’t surprised to find that their grip had almost completely loosened. No doubt a result of Otto’s subconscious desire to give up the control. You slid your hands out from the actuators and immediately grabbed Otto’s head.
You stared into him, “Either fuck me or I’m getting on top of you.”
He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, hungry and desperate. Dom Otto had finally given up the fight. You smirked into his mouth as you rolled your hips up and down his cock.
Otto groaned at the sudden sensation and you worked yourself on him slowly, making sure he was nice and wet, and wanting.
“That feels good doesn’t it, daddy?”
He moaned into your mouth in response, but that wasn’t going to be good enough.
You pulled your lips away from his and wrapped your legs around his torso, keeping him in place, locked into you as you stopped moving yourself on his cock. “I asked you if I feel good.”
"Yes,” Otto nodded vehemently, “Yes.”
“How good do I feel?”
“So good.” Otto stared down at you, desperately awaiting the moment you would allow him some friction again.
“So good you can’t even think straight anymore, huh?” You smirked as you clenched your muscles tight around his cock.
Otto tried to rut his hips into you but your legs kept him firmly in place. He groaned, “Please.”
“What do you want?”
Otto sighed in frustration, “You."
“Aw, how sweet.” You smiled and caught his lips in yours again- a crumb that he was all too willing to take. But you pulled away just as soon as it started, biting down hard on his bottom lip along the way. “But you’ll need to be more specific.”
Otto groaned at the slight pain and darted his tongue across his swollen lip. “Please, I want to fuck you.”
“Good boy. And how are you going to fuck me?”
“Hard and fast. As much as I can before you take it away from me again.”
“You’ve always been so smart.” You grinned, then unclasped your legs from his body.
He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to give him permission to start fucking you.
“What are you waiting for, big-?"
Otto had already started thrusting before you could even finish the sentence. You smirked at his desperation. He was telling the truth earlier too- he was ramming into you hard and fast. Using you for everything you had until he wasn’t allowed to anymore. And goddamn, did it feel good. After your first orgasm, your body was already primed for another. And with the way you had been teasing and controlling Otto, with the feeling of his thick cock hitting such a good spot deep in your cunt, you knew another orgasm was imminent.
“Otto.” Your voice was stern, commanding him to pay attention to your words instead of the feeling of your body. “I’m going to come soon, but you can't.”
“No.” Otto shook his head, his chest heaving. As soon as the word left his mouth, he realized what he’d said. He frowned, “I mean-”
“Did you just say ‘no’?”
“No, I just meant-"
“What are you telling me ‘no’ to?”
“I only meant that if you come, then I’ll come.” His tone of voice was so pathetic, so desperate to explain himself. So willing to reassure you that he would never actually say ‘no’ to you and mean it.
You reveled in it. But it wasn't enough to give him what he wanted. “And I’m telling you that you can’t.”
You watched Otto’s adam’s apple bob as he undoubtedly tried to swallow whatever protest sat on his tongue. Finally, after a deep sigh, he gave in. “Okay.”
“Always such a good boy for me.” Smirking, you brought your hand up to his cheek and gently rubbed your thumb across his skin. “Now, keep fucking me.”
Otto obeyed your command as he began to slowly move his cock in and out of you. It was tantalizing, sending the smoothest waves of pleasure through your core, but it wasn’t good enough. You knew it was undoubtedly his attempt to stave off his orgasm, and you couldn’t allow that. He was going to have to work for it.
“Well, that’s not going to make me come, is it?” You moved your hand from his cheek to his chin, gripping it roughly and forcing his averted gaze back onto you. “Harder.”
Seeing Otto so conflicted made you even closer to your own orgasm. His sweaty brow was knitted tight. His cheeks were pink with desire. His chest heaved as he tried to breathe evenly and delay his orgasm. Fighting against his primal urge to come inside you as quickly as he could versus his logical brain telling him that he better listen to the person making the rules.
And he listened. He always listened. Always did whatever you asked of him. So desperate for your approval. So desperate for your praise telling him that he’d been a good boy, that he’d done a good job. Otto thrust his cock into you deeply, roughly.
You cried out as it hit the spot deep inside you that he knew you liked so much. He rutted inside you quickly, hitting that same spot over and over again, knowing that it would undo you, knowing that if you came, then his orgasm was that much closer too.
You dug your fingernails into his thighs, closing your eyes tightly as you felt the heat in your core get even higher. You felt Otto’s fingers around your clit, rubbing and jerking it just the way you liked. He groaned loudly above you, clearly trying so hard to obey your order not to come, and that made you come undone. Your body spasmed on his cock, jolting pleasure throughout your body, as you thought about how much control you had over him, how you could make him do anything you wanted. He followed orders so well. That much was clear when your orgasm finally subsided and you opened your eyes to find him panting above you, slowing down the pace of his cock, an almost pained expression on his face as he continued to fight off his need to come.
“Look at you,” you smiled and brought your hand to his sweat-soaked hair, smoothing it away from his forehead. “You did such a good job.”
“Please, may I come now?” His voice as shaky, yearning to hear a ‘yes’ from your throat.
You locked your legs around him again, bring him in as close to you as possible. His aching cock still buried deep inside you, to the hilt now. You reached your hands around his neck and brought him down to you. “I’m spent, honey. Let’s just lay here and take some time to breathe, huh? You can handle that for a couple minutes, can’t you?”
He was laying on you, chest-to-chest, his head in the crook of your neck. He didn’t reply for a few moments, undoubtedly cursing you for making him wait even longer. He finally replied, “Yes.”
You made a small noise of satisfaction and smoothed his hair down, slowly repeating the soothing motion over and over again. “That’s my boy. Always so good for me.”
You clenched your cunt around his cock and he let out a little whine. Otto placed soft kisses on your neck, sucking gently at the skin.
“Please,” he whispered.
You rolled your hips against him, feeling his cock move inside you. “Is this what you want?”
He nodded, “Yes. Thank you.”
“You may fuck me.”
Otto immediately pushed himself off your chest and thrusted quickly into you, eager for his imminent release.
“Uh uh uh,” you put your hand on his chest as a warning. “Slowly.”
Otto groaned in frustration, but obeyed and adjusted his speed to move languidly inside you. And you watched the pink blush on his cheeks turn to red as his breathing grew even more ragged. You knew he was aching to come. But he was so pretty, so obedient- you wanted to watch him and hold him inside you for a bit longer.
“You always make me feel so good, baby. Does that feel good for you?”
Otto nodded, probably too busy warding off his orgasm to think about anything else.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Otto moaned, his grip on your hips tightening even harder. But he kept his pace slow, moving in and out of you so expertly.
“I bet you want to slam your cock into me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he practically cried out. Desperate for your question to become reality.
You smirked, “Then do it.”
Otto rammed himself into you. Over and over. Until he was moaning with every thrust, practically crying from relief. His noises above you mixed with the sounds of wet flesh thudding against wet flesh. And he was fucking you so good, you thought you might just come a third time if he kept it up.
After a minute, his thrusting became more erratic as he whined above you.
“Please, please, please.” He repeated those words like a prayer. Begging to God to quell his thirst. Begging for his wish to be granted. Begging you to allow him his relief.
You knew he deserved it. Hell, you knew it was long overdue. You knew you had teased him and denied his orgasm long enough for one night.
“I’m going to count from one to five. And when I reach five, you may come.”
Otto nodded, panting heavily. “Thank you. Thank you.”
“One.”
Otto moaned as he continued thrusting wildly into you.
“Two.”
His brow furrowed even tighter as he tried to focus on staving off his orgasm for a few more moments. You watched a bead of sweat roll down his face and relished in knowing that he did all this for you. That you had the power to do all this to him. And he allowed it. And he liked it.
“Three.”
You didn’t think it was possible but he shoved his cock even deeper into you, and somehow he managed to hit a spot that made you see stars and you suppressed your own urge to come as he rammed into that spot over and over again.
Your own breathing was getting heavier as you felt the ache in your core getting tighter, ready to snap. Otto’s cock hit that sweet spot again as you moaned out a breathy, “Four.”
He whined above you, desperate to hear the last number, so badly aching to finally feel some relief. He rutted into you like a wild animal, knowing that his orgasm was imminent. “Please.”
“You want to come in me so badly, don’t you?”
He panted and nodded as he continued thrusting into your sloppy cunt.
“You’re going to fill me up so well, aren’t you?”
“Please.” He whined, “Say it.”
You watched for a few moments as Otto waited with anticipation to hear his lucky number. His cock was still moving frantically inside you and you felt that maybe you would come just as hard as he would whenever you would eventually say the magic word.
“Fuck.” Otto was practically crying, begging for your mercy. “Please!”
“Five.”
And just like that, it was as if a bomb had gone off. Otto cried out as his cock twitched wildly. You could feel it jerk as his cum shot inside you. The added movement and the warm, slick sensation of his cum brought you to another orgasm. Otto’s moans were all you could hear as your body spasmed around his cock.
After a few moments of stillness, of coming back to awareness, Otto slowly pulled his cock from you. You could feel his cum spill down your skin and your body let out one final pleasing twitch.
Otto flopped onto the ground with a thud, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Eventually, he looked over to you. “You’re mean.”
You smiled, “I’m sorry.”
“Plain evil.”
“As evil as, oh I don’t know, a supervillain?” You raised your eyebrows at him.
Otto shook his head and smiled. He always did whenever you poked fun as his ex-supervillain status. “I was never that ruthless.”
“Okay, so maybe I was a bit drunk on power-”
“A bit,” he scoffed lightly.
“But it was worth it in the end, wasn’t it?”
Otto raised his goggles up, narrowed his eyes at you playfully, then put them back on.
You chuckled and reached over to him. “Come here.”
Otto nestled himself in your arms and you ran your fingers through his hair.
“You really did do a great job, Otto.” You kissed the top of his head, “Thank you for being such a good sub.”
“I would say the pleasure was all mine but there was some pain involved.”
“Good pain, I hope.”
“Mhm.” He nodded and put his arm around you.
“You’re all sweaty.”
“So are you.”
Come on,” you grunted as you got up from the ground. “Let’s take a shower.”
Otto looked up at you, “I don’t think my legs work yet.”
“Well, lucky for you, you have four extra ones.” You reached out to grab his hand and help pull him up, “You can do it, old man.”
Otto groaned as he took your hand and slowly got up from the ground. You could hear a few of his joints pop on the way. The actuators took a big toll on his body. Sometimes you worried if all of it would be sustainable. If Otto would be able to carry their weight as he got older. If his body would be able to handle being under so much pressure for much longer. But he didn’t really like to talk about it, so you didn’t. The only consolation to your worries was the fact that you knew you would always be there to take care of him. To make sure that he was as healthy and happy as possible.
You squeezed his hand. “I think we should get pizza tonight. Unless you feel like cooking.”
“After this shower, I am going to lie in bed for the rest of the night.”
“That’s fine by me. It’s the least you deserve after what I just put you through.”
He looked at you and smiled, “I expect you to dutifully attend to my every need and desire.”
“Of course.” You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed it. “Always.”
Even though Otto was being facetious, you weren’t. You would take care of him, wait on him hand and foot, gladly. Now or in twenty years. Whenever he needed you, you would be there, right at his side. It’s where you belonged. It was home.