Satisfied

“I am here to serve, Mistress.”

You smiled and shook your head.

“You say that because I fuck you.”

“I was trying to make it a little more romantic,” Genji pouted.

You grinned at his adorable pouted lower lip and batted at the bell tied around his neck. It hung on a black ribbon tied in a bow by you. You had placed a matching set of black cat ears on his head, partially taming his spiky, green hair. More bells were glued on the ears. Every time Genji moved, he jingled.

“No, you’re gonna work a bit before I touch you.”

“Are we going to play, like kittens?”

He probably imagined rolling around, kissing and nipping at sensitive skin until he worked you up to getting what he wanted. And he always wanted to be inside you.

“Not quite,” you said, opening a clear plastic package.

Genji leaned forward on his knees, trying to see what you had for him. Assuming it was for him.

You pushed him back with a hand to the chest. “Bad kitty.”

“Cats are not obedient animals,” he countered, nipping your ear before sitting back.

“Naughty!”

You took a smallish, fish-shaped cake out of the package.

“Ah, taiyaki. Of course.”

“Be a good kitty and eat your fish,” you cooed, holding the cake at his mouth level.

He reached for it with a hand, and you smacked it away. “No. Bad kitty.”

You held the cake, and he took large bites, wolfing it down greedily.

“My mistress! You remembered my favourite is chocolate,” he said, licking his lips clean.

“Of course, Kitty.”

You let him half most of it and took the last bite yourself. Genji insisted on licking your lips clean of any remaining traces of chocolate.

“That was fun, Mistress. What do you want to do now?”

Genji cocked his head, the bells tinkling.

“I know what you want,” you purred, palming his partial erection through his pants. So much heat radiated from there.

“I do,” he said, sliding his package up your hand.

“You always do,” you said.

You squeezed his engorging cock, then undid his pants. You pulled the front down enough to reveal one more ribbon tied in a bow around the base of his package. The movement jingled the bell also tied there. Genji instinctively flexed his hips up into your hand, seeking contact.

“I have been a good kitty,” he said, giving you a lazy grin. He was already flushed with the promise of you playing with his dick.

“You’re presumptuous. You just want me to touch you right now.”

“I do,” he whined, tossing his head.

Genji didn’t have a lot of patience, despite being so obedient.

“Alright.”

He was right. He had been good up to now. You climbed onto his lap with enough room left for you to hold his heated shaft comfortably in your hand. You stroked him slowly with a tight enough grip. You rested your forehead to his, taking in his content expression. Like this is where he was born to be right now.

You sped up, and his mouth dropped open to let him pant shamelessly.

You lifted his chin with a loose fist to give him a kiss.

“Why won’t you fuck me?” he asked through his lusty haze.

“Later,” was all you gave him.

“Yes, Mistress.”

As long as you were touching his dick, he was happy. Enough precum had seeped out of his slit for you to spread along his shaft to ease your strokes, letting you go even faster. Genji’s eyes fell closed. His thighs flex, a tell that he was well on his way.

You tugged at one of the ends of the ribbon, and the knot came apart, slipping off his package. 

“Go on, then,” you told him, then you hungrily pressed your mouth to his. You buried your fingers firmly into his hair at the back of his head to hold him to you.
It was the closest he was going to get to permission to cum. The muscles on his stomach spasmed with the effort of maintaining the tongue play you initiated while the pleasurable pressure built in his lower belly. Genji was all yours; he knew this, and he did his best to maintain this fact. His body seized, and his mouth went slack. You kissed him through his orgasm, bending his cock back. He spilled his cum all over his shirt, getting none of the mess on you.

You gave him one last heated kiss and backed off to kneel lazily in front of him. You admired your handiwork. His messy green hair. The sticky cum soiling his clothes. His deflated, spent cock. His engorged, red lips. Beautiful.