Heat

Apr. 11th, 2011 10:27 pm
agent_squeaks: (Default)
Contains: D/s, salophilia, drawn out descriptions of sweaty skin

I sprawl against him on the couch and whine. "It's hot, Sir."
He chuckles, ruffling my hair and nodding. "You're right it is, puppy. And what do you expect me to do about it?"
I hmph, pouting a little and nudging his stomach. "I was just sayin'."
"Whining more like it, puppy."
Another hmph and I fumble with his shirt buttons. "Wasn't whining, Sir."
He glances down and smiles. "And what are you doing now?"
"Trying to undo your buttons. You're real warm, Sir."
"You just like seeing me with my shirt off."
"That too," I mumble into his skin and a thin line of drool escapes my mouth.
He groans, wiping the drool off onto my shoulder, and laughs. "Oh, puppy likes what he sees, hmm? Well then."
He sprawls out all the way, nudging me off him as he slides his pants down his legs, lying in just his underwear, sweat gleaming off his entire body. "You could be a good boy and help me cool off."
I nod eagerly, my tongue lapping at the salty beads of liquid on his skin, slowly licking a path up to his thighs and I pause. "Sir?" I venture, my face buried between his legs.
"Yes, puppy?"
"Spread your legs a little more, please."
He does, an amused smile crossing his face as he watches me lap at the shiny skin on his thighs, the salty liquid hitting my tongue and I let out a soft moan.
"Silly thing," he murmurs, kissing the top of my head.
I mumble something back against his skin, too distracted by the silk taste of his sweat and the sheen on his body, wiry hairs hiding sweet treasures and I pull back reluctantly, a thin bronze hair stuck in my teeth.
A quick tug later and I dive back in, warm sweat gliding over my lips and I work my way up to his stomach, lapping at the trail of fuzz then to his chest, gently flicking my tongue against a nipple and I giggle when he lets out a gasp.
"Mmf. Careful there, puppy."
I ignore him as trace a line of sweat around his other nipple, the scent of him becoming almost too much to bear as I lick at his clavicles. I finally end with a slurp of his face, his beard tickling my tongue and he groans, laughing and gently shoving me off him.
"Ugh, now I'm all covered in puppyspit."
I giggle again, licking the tip of his nose. "Just marking my territory, Sir."

Open Up

Apr. 9th, 2011 12:13 am
agent_squeaks: (sap)
Contains: D/s, foodplay: forcefeeding

I press my face against his thigh and let out a whine.
He glances down and smiles, fingers playing idly with my hair. "You want a bite of calzone, puppy?"
I nod eagerly, looking up at him.
"Such a spoiled puppy you know that?" he murmurs, tugging me close against him and ripping off a corner piece. "Here you go, a nice yummy piece of calzone for my spoiled sweet puppy."
I sniff at it, recoiling a bit at the sharp scent of hot peppers and whine a little more.
He laughs, waving it in front of my nose. "Oh, puppy doesn't want a piece with any hots on it, does he? Well, too bad then."
A whimper escapes my mouth and I squeeze my lips together, watching the piece of calzone get even closer to me.
"Open your mouth, puppy."
I shake my head.
He pauses, smirking. "That wasn't a question. Open."
Another shake and I watch as his hand snakes out and a finger lightly strokes my jaw. "You want to be a good boy for your Master, don't you?"
I lean eagerly into his touch and nod, reluctantly opening my mouth just a sliver.
"Mmm, good boy," he says, sliding a piece of calzone into my mouth and pressing against my chin to close it.
I whimper once he places it in my mouth, the hot juices spilling out over my tongue and my eyes water. I chew it as quickly as possible, hurriedly swallowing and lick my lips.
"Ah ah, puppy. I saw how fast you ate that. Savor the next piece," he orders, holding my chin and sliding another piece of calzone in, the hot peppers bursting in my mouth and I let out a low whimper.
"Burns, Sir," I gasp out, blinking rapidly, a few beads of sweat rolling down my face.
"Yeah, it'll do that, puppy. Feels good, doesn't it?" He laughs, ruffling my hair.
"No," I answer, pouting and pressing my face against his pants leg.
He hmms, jerking my head up and shoving another piece, this one laden with peppers, into my mouth. "Chew thoroughly, puppy. I can't have you choking, now can I?"
I let out a strangled gasp as searing pain engulfs my mouth and tears drip down my face. Still whimpering, I chew the piece of calzone thoroughly.
"Sir, can-can I have something to drink?"
"I suppose you do deserve a treat," he muses, setting down a bowl full of milk in front of me. "There you go, puppy."
I bury my face into the bowl, eagerly slurping up the milk, a few drops flying out onto the floor. "Th-thank you Sir," I mumble out, milk dripping down my face and he laughs.
"Such a messy puppy," he mutters, wiping my face clean and pressing a quick soft kiss to my lips.
"Your messy puppy." I kiss him back, licking his cheek happily.

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