Synopsis: A disciplinary blowjob for a sensitive submissive goes mostly right and just a little bit wrong.

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Becks always did her best to be a good girl and typically found consistent success in that endeavor. She liked having a leader, someone to turn to after she’d reached her limit with decision making, and strived quite genuinely to show appreciation to her partners that shouldered the burden of executive function for her. The praise for her compliance to her partners’ will was often reward enough, a warm tonic for the heart in an otherwise cold world. Plus, a little extra positive attention never hurt.

So, as the car engine died down and Becks undid her seatbelt, she took a long look at the empty parking lot around her and wondered.

“How do I keep getting myself into these situations?”

She chided herself for the thought almost as soon as it had popped into her heard. Becks knew exactly why she kept finding herself in this type of predicament, what quality of hers it was that led her to disciplinary scenarios, and why she was presently leaned over the console of Danny’s car, unfastening his trousers with her teeth.

His hand was warm on the back of her head and helped put her at ease.

Becks was greedy.

No one had explicitly leveled such an accusation towards her, but she sensed it within herself – a powerful and overwhelming drive to identify her own needs and find them satisfied. Such was a quality belonging to statesmen, CEOs, and apparently whores giving head in abandoned property developments. Who knew?

Becks was struggling with Danny’s waistband, which kept snapping out of her teeth before she could pull it down past anything. Danny wasn’t helping, likely because he was enjoying the feeling of her face rubbing up against his cock as she tried to complete her objective. Also, she speculated to herself, he probably found the situation funny.

True, Becks was greedy. It was also true that she had specifically asked Danny for help in regard to her self-control and he eagerly obliged. It was just that Becks’ curiosity would assume control when it came to her own desires. She needed answers to burning questions such as,

“Will this feel good?”            

“What if I tried it this way?”

Or, “Will this make me cum?”

Becks had to acknowledge that the last question was the culprit for her present situation. She understood that having an orgasm while dry humping Danny’s leg on a hiking trail was not a shining exhibition of her self-control and was, in fact, the opposite of her expressed intent. On the other hand, Becks made a note to discuss with him the fairness of kissing certain parts of her neck if orgasm control was to be the expectation.

She turned her head to look Danny in the eyes and pout. He would have to help her with the waistband. Danny understood and rolled his eyes.

“Come on – up. Keep your hands behind your back.”

Becks grinned and lifted her face away from Danny’s crotch for a moment so he could shimmy out of his pants. His cock sprang free and Danny returned his hand to the back of Becks’ head to guide her return to his lap. His scent filled her nose – slightly sour, mostly fresh. Impressive considering how long they had been on the hiking trail earlier that day. Becks was rarely more thankful for Danny’s personal hygiene than at moments like this.

She kissed his shaft and noticed his balls were shaved. Not his typical grooming style. Maybe he’d planned this? It could have just as easily been that he expected to discipline her today. Becks was a bit predictable like that.

She lightly sucked one of his balls into her mouth and Danny leaned back in his chair, groaning his approval. He massaged her scalp and a wave of calm washed over her mind. Becks was being a good girl and she knew it. She found such comfort in the simplicity of just performing. To know that what she was doing in that moment - tasting him, exploring him, giving him pleasure – was the only expectation, the only function asked of her, was intoxicating. She wanted more.

Becks tightened her clasped hands behind her back, making sure they were secure where they were supposed to be, and released Danny’s testicle from her mouth.

“Thank you,” she breathed into him and followed with a kiss just below his head. He groaned again and intertwined a hand with hers. His cock twitched against her lips as she kissed again, allowing her tongue to escape just past her teeth to further stimulate Danny with each kiss. He was getting desperate for his release and Becks could feel his grip on her hands tighten severely. She pressed her lips against him for one final, lingering kiss on the shaft before gliding her tongue over his head and enshrining it within her mouth.

She took her time, swirling his member around her mouth with her tongue, encouraging saliva to fill her mouth in the process. As moisture filled her mouth she went deeper and it was not long before his head was pressing into the entrance of her throat. She took a deep breath and opened herself.

Becks wanted to be good.

With a controlled exhale she pushed him deeper inside, past her gag reflex and into her throat.

“Fuck,” escaped past Danny’s lips and Becks hummed her approval. Exactly what she wanted. He bucked his hips against her face and she remained, controlling the muscles of her throat as Danny’s cock slid gently inside of it. For a moment, the world stopped. This was all there was. Becks needed only to exist as an inviting hole for him until he was relieved. How terrifically simple. It was driving her crazy.

She was suddenly aware of her own body – particularly the wetness between her legs. Sure, her clit was thumping with her heartbeat, but Becks was wet, unusually so, and it was becoming distracting. Curiosity gripped her mind.

Just how wet was she?

How would it feel on her fingers?

Maybe Danny would want to feel?

Surely it wouldn’t hurt to check just to satisfy her curiosity?

She noticed Danny’s hands were away from hers. She couldn’t see his face as hers was making acquaintance with his pelvis, but she assumed he was probably looking out the window or something. So, she pressed her face down and unclasped her hands, carefully slipping her fingertips past the hem of her shorts and tracing the outline of her labia. A light touched confirmed it – she was impressively soaked.

“Becks, you can’t be serious.”

Uh-oh.

Danny tugged lightly at her ponytail to guide her face back up. Even in the dim glow of a distant street light, the disappointment was clear on his expression.

“What did we say?”

“Dan—”

“That’s Daddy to you”

She was really in for it now.

“Daddy, I’m sorry. I just was curious.”

“Excuse me?” He wasn’t following. As Becks was attempting to put her words together, she was struck with self-conscious embarrassment.

“I’m super wet right now.”

“Congratulations.”

“No, like way more than usual. I just got curious. So I wanted to feel for a second. I was not masturbating.”

Danny chuckled and stared into her, “And I’m supposed to believe that.”

“Well, it’s the truth.”

Becks was trying to sound serious. She knew it sounded silly – it was silly, as was the entire premise of the discussion. Who gives a shit if a girl fingers herself during a blowjob?

“You realize it doesn’t matter why?” Danny quipped.

Becks made an attempt to show some indignation… but he had a point.

“We had a rule. And it’s not like you were performing heart surgery back there.”

Becks went to defend herself again, but Danny hushed her.

“Let me make my point. We’re practicing your self-control, which was your idea, and you’re struggling. I don’t really care why you’re breaking the rules. I just want to help you work on this, and if I don’t bring it up now, you’re just going to bring it up later after you start to feel bad.”

Becks couldn’t speak. He was dead-on correct. Danny stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“My greedy little bird. What are we going to do with you?”

There it was. Greedy. Finally, someone else saw it and said it. She wished it had felt better to hear, but she struggled to repress her shame. Greed was such an ugly quality – what did it say about her to possess it?

“Hey, are you alright?”

Shit. Something in her face must have betrayed her. Danny dropped the condescension.

“We can stop and go home if –”

“No,” Becks cut him off, a little more forcefully than she intended, “you’re right. And I appreciate it. And I want to talk about it later. Right now, I just need to do what we agreed to do.”

“You want to –”

“Finish sucking your dick, yes.”

Becks felt him twitch. She decided to lean into it and brought her mouth close to his stiffening cock.

“Is that okay?” She cooed.

“If that’s what you want? Yeah, I’ll keep fucking your mouth,” he retorted, “even though you’ve been bad.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” She was relieved. Becks had a point to prove to herself and was eager to finish what she started. Plus, she was still horny.

“Do you want my help staying on task?” Danny pitched.

She wasn’t completely sure what he meant by this and searched his face for meaning. She could only assume he was alluding to relinquishing some control to him. She liked that idea and nodded her head.

Soon Danny had one hand firmly grasping the base of her ponytail and another supporting her chin.

“I’m going to go slow, okay?” She nodded. “Good. Hands behind your back.”

Becks complied and Danny turned her face back to his cock.

Finally, she thought, as he lowered her down onto it. True to his word, he was slow. Danny moved her head at a meticulous pace. She felt his shaft gently pushed to the back of her mouth and then brought back to her lips. Or rather, her lips were brought back to his tip.

Danny kissed the crown of her head and continued to guide her mouth over his cock. Though she had given him head tons of times in the past, she realized that this was new. He hadn’t used her in this way before with full control over her movement. As he rested his head in the entrance of her throat, Becks felt fully helpless. At this moment, she was a toy being used for his pleasure and a feeling of ease washed over her again.

She started to lose track of time as the rhythmic pumping into her mouth grew hypnotic. Thick saliva was pooling in Danny’s lap and covered Becks’ face. Each time his head would plug the back of her mouth, a jolt of sensation shot between her legs. She started moaning around his cock to encourage him, wordlessly asking for more. He kept his pace, frustrating her every time he stopped and retracted. Danny understood what she wanted and denied her, choosing instead to continue patiently fucking her face to extend his pleasure. She fought the urge to beg to get her way and chose compliance. This was part of her discipline. She resigned to being an object for him as long as he wished.

Danny used her for several more minutes. Near the end, Becks' thoughts had faded away. She was content as his possession until he suddenly stopped and held her at the head of his cock. She realized he was holding out and she snapped back to the world. She'd had enough. She wanted all of him.

Becks pressed her face down into Danny’s lap and swallowed, running her tongue down his shaft as she opened her throat for him. She held him there at the entrance of her esophagus until she felt his hand on the back of her neck. As he started to throb, she knew she had pushed him over the edge. He spasmed rapidly in her mouth, but she did not taste the hot cum pouring into her throat. Becks swallowed desperately, partially to avoid choking on Danny’s load and partially to keep him as deep as possible to maximize his climax. Perhaps she had succeeded too well at the latter, as Danny continued pumping cum into her stomach far after she’d expected him to be done. Finally, as she began to whimper into his lap and hot tears filled her eyes, Becks could feel his orgasm begin to subside. She set aside her need for air just a moment longer as he gave her the last of his release.

After he was done and withdrew from her mouth, Becks gulped back heaving breaths, glad to have full agency of her air passageways once more. She felt Danny’s fingertips run along her scalp.

“That’s a good girl,” he said with a soft sigh. Some days, she lived to hear those words. She beamed with pride at her job well done and felt another gush of wetness between her legs. The heat within her grew rapidly and a sudden sensitivity in her clit commanded her attention. There was a feeling in the back of her head, almost like a train about to arrive at the platform, of a white noise taking over her thoughts. The white noise expanded through her body until a tension mounted in her abdomen. She tightened up, trying to control the tension.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Danny observed the sudden change come over her. “Talk to me.”

“I can’t,” Becks stammered. Higher function was failing her. “I think I’m –” She lost her words and found only moans instead. The tension broke and she was met with sudden release coursing through her body. The white noise turned to an all-encompassing pleasure which even the slightest touch seemed to exaggerate. She bit down on Danny’s leg and shuddered as the feeling took control. He went back to stroking her hair and she groaned, thankful for any touch he was willing to give.

Becks was worried this would happen. To call her orgasms spontaneous was not entirely accurate, however, they were coaxed from her almost effortlessly. In fact, she wasn’t aware of anyone else that could climax as easily as she, in so many different ways, and in such rapid succession. She’d enjoyed many nights with Danny, allowing him to tease as many orgasms as he’d wished from her, but today she was supposed to be suppressing that. As Becks trembled, she felt a growing concern at the uncertainty of how she might be disciplined for her recent indiscretions.

“I can’t believe you’re cumming right now,” he teased, “I’m not sure I’m supposed to be rewarding this behavior… but maybe we’ll just sort out little Miss Self Control another time.”

Becks wasn’t sure how much she liked his intention with the phrase “sort out,” but she lost her ability to care as Danny slid a hand beneath her shirt to tease her nipple. Her orgasm came surging back and just before the white noise took hold of her brain she wondered,

“How do I keep getting myself into these situations?”

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Thank you for reading! Had fun playing around with this. I'll be revisiting these two soon.