Lollipop (Part Three)

The shadow moves slowly, like a cloud blocking the sun. But he shivers. He knows it's her. Even as he turns to see her, he's backing away instinctively, but it's too late. He's hers again.

She makes no move, knowing he can't get away now. Stands above him, arms crossed, her spike heels planted on either side of him like henchmen.

"Naughty, sweetie. Very naughty."

He can't make out her expression with the sun behind her head, but there's an edge of menace to her condescending, sing-song tone. He really scared her this time, almost escaped for real. His stomach sinks as it dawns that she won't allow for another opportunity to do that.

Her long hair glows at the edges with the light behind it, like magic. A goddess.

She kneels and lays her hand in front of him, palm up. "Come," she sighs. He obeys.

He steps onto her palm and it immediately snaps shut around him, snatching away his footing and enclosing him in darkness. His sides tingle like he's on a roller coaster as she stands and lifts him swiftly to her face. Her fingers open as he reaches her lips.

She starts to say something and then stops and exhales sharply. Her breath washes over him, hot and moist. She starts again.

"Well done, little one. You almost did it."

She pauses, as if to regain composure. Then a huge, artificial grin spreads across her face. "You're never leaving my person again, sweetie." She forces a malicious giggle, then licks her lips and kisses his face. Her tongue peeks through to mark him with her saliva before she pulls him away again.

He's expecting to be tucked neatly into her bra like usual, but with a passive-aggressive roughness she drops him all the way to her hips and stuffs him into the waistband of her skirt, pressed up against her inner thigh. His face is buried so deep into the flesh of her abdomen that he struggles to turn his head to the side so he can breathe. He feels her t-shirt fall against his back, concealing the top part of his body that's above the line of the skirt.

He's rubbed raw against her by the motion of her walking back to her seat.

She sits and the pain is excruciating. His lower body is lined up with her thigh, his upper body strapped to hers. He's bent backwards at almost a right angle, pinned to her in the middle by the waistband of her skirt.

He grunts into the flesh of her stomach, and she responds by calmly crossing her legs, bending him into an even crueller position. The sound of his scream is absorbed entirely by her belly, but he knows she can feel it.

She waits for what feels like an hour before plucking him from her waistband and lifting him again to her lips. He's panting and sweating from the prolonged agony.

"Oh I'm sorry my little pet, was that a bit uncomfortable?" She pouts mockingly, speaks as if to a child. "You'll have to get used being tucked in there, since I can't trust you to stay put anymore."

She lifts him past her nose, her huge eyes coming into view, narrowed with annoyance at his escape attempt. "Hmmmm," she sighs. "How shall I punish you for this one? It'll have to be a big one, sweetie," she says with mock regretfulness. "You just don't seem to understand who you belong to."

She keeps holding him up to her face for some time. He realizes that she's dropped her usual theatrical manner and is now actually thinking about how to punish him. "Tsk tsk tsk."

She keeps licking her lips, her eyes darting down from his eyes to his lower body. It makes him intensely uncomfortable; she's evaluating him as an object. Deciding what to do with her property. With her toy.

With nowhere to look but at her as she ponders, it's obvious to him when an idea comes to her. Her eyes sparkle, her lips curl up happily. "Okay sweetie, time to play." She lowers him to the seat, placing him next to her ass. "I'm going to let you have a little treat."

Her hand shoves him up into her upper thigh. "You're going to rub yourself up against me like a good little doggie until you're all finished. Okay?"

It takes him a moment to understand what she means. When he does get it, he looks up at her suspiciously. She smiles down at him, knowing he has no choice.

"Or if you don't want to, I can just rub you against me. But then it might hurt a bit."

She giggles, her visible excitement making him nervous and pissing him off. He glances over his shoulder. Her hand is there, waiting, like a prison guard. She'd love for him to try something, an excuse to torture him even more.

Knowing full well that there's a catch, but with no alternative, he enters the cool shade under her skirt, and presses himself against the wall of flesh. He sighs and begins the motion she's assigned. Immediately she giggles down at him. She ruffles his hair affectionately with her index finger. "Good boy." His face burns, humiliated. He's too self conscious to at all enjoy what he's doing, but he knows she'll punish him for stopping.

After a couple of minutes she's distracted by her phone. Leaving her hand cupped protectively behind him, she turns her attention away. Without her scrutiny he finds himself actually approaching climax. The softness and womanly fragrance of the side of her ass seem to envelope him and he forgets where he is. Images flash through his mind of normal sex, with women the same size as him. Sweet bliss approaches, and he's relieved that he'll be able to get this over with while she's distracted, thwarting in at least this small way her desire to humiliate him.

Suddenly she scoops him up and brings him once again before her enormous smug face. She's timed it perfectly, and he's right on the precipice of finishing but not quite able to without contact. He thrashes to grab himself, to finish himself off, but his arms are pinned back expertly by the hand in which she holds him. She smirks at what he's trying to do. Her eyes are once again not on his eyes but on his body, savouring him like a piece of food. She licks her lips.

"Who do you belong to, sweetie?"

"Wh- what!"

She sighs, patient and content. "Who, do you, belong to? Answer in full sentences please."

She's beaming, thrilled with the power she has right now.

He sighs, considering not giving her the satisfaction. His arousal is fading slightly, he could just refuse to answer.

But somehow she recognizes this, and her tongue flicks out to lick him, bringing his erection roaring back, right to the precipice of orgasm but infuriatingly not quite there.

"Who do you belong to, sweetie?"

"I belong to you!" he gasps. "Please...!"

"Mmm, that's right. You're my little pet, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"Full sentences, little one."

"I'm your little pet!"

She giggles and licks him again, keeping him exactly where she wants him, on the agonizing verge of satisfaction.

"You're my little pet."

"Yes!!" He thrashes against her to try and grab himself, but she holds him easily.

"And you're mine forever."

"Yes!"

"Full.."

"I'm yours forever! Please, please!" This prompts her to burst into a fit of laughter. He thrusts his pelvis, tries to bring himself to finish but is not quite able to without touching himself.

She licks him again, quick and playful, grinning ear to ear. He groans involuntarily, begging without words, and she laughs and engulfs his face in a big wet kiss, teasing him at the same time with the pinky of her other hand. Still she doesn't let him finish.

He gasps as her lips release him. He can't think, can't feel anything but the flooding need for release. His entire field of vision is her, smiling down happily at her favourite toy. His entire world is her. He can only wait for her to let him finish.

"Mmmm." She's licking her lips, her eyes on his desperate erection. "Sooo...." She drags out her words, slowly bringing him closer to her. He whimpers. "So," she says, "no more escaping. Right?"

He hesitates briefly, as if it actually matters what he says. As if she'll ever let him out of her sight again anyway. She starts to raise her eyebrows and he panics.

"Right, right! No more escaping!"

"Good boy! And why not?"

Her lips are close enough now that he can feel her hot breath cooling his sweaty body. He knows what she's going to reward him with and the waiting is agony.

"Because I belong to you! Because... because I'm yours, forever."

"Forever?"

"Forever."

"Mine?"

"Yours."

She looks almost touched. "Good boy, little one. You can have your little treat now."

"Thank you!" He immediately regrets this last outburst, blushing as it makes her giggle. She holds him in both hands as she brings him up against her face, strokes his back with her fingers as her lips seal around him and her tongue begins pumping.

The sucking motion is overwhelmingly powerful, the slight roughness of her tongue almost painfully intense amidst all the pleasure. She continues giggling throughout, humiliating him with the ease and casualness by which she can dominate him.

When it's over, she dangles him before her eyes for a long time, saying nothing. Her smile conveys her message more clearly than words could. She's won, inevitably. He's hers again.

She kisses him, coating his face in her saliva. Then drops him into her bra, to be played with again later.