Your human footstool, Hanzo Shimada, was getting miffed after a half hour of serving you. He kept still, but he trembled with indignance. You smiled.
“We’re not done.”
“Have pity on your elder,” he muttered.
You scoffed. That was pretty much whining for him. You wished you could see the indignance on his face under his loose hair. It shined orange in the light of the fireplace beyond his bent figure. It was just a bit messy, so like him to have hair that was never truly messy.
“You’re not that old,” you said, tapping your heel.
His back felt hard. Your poor pet was stressed, as usual. His muscles were tense all along his back. So when you dug your heels into the firm flesh between his ribs, he moaned. He closed his mouth, and you kept rubbing at his back. He hummed deeply over and over, his head sagging. His body gently rocked with your efforts until your thighs got tired.
Hanzo was considerably more relaxed by the time you were done. You took your feet off his back, and he made the softest of grunts.
“What’s wrong, My Dragon,” you cooed.
You felt down his side with your toes, then underneath to his chest. He hummed when you got his nipple.
“Do you like that?”
He grunted again. You took his stiff nipple between your big toe and second toe.
“Say it.”
“I like it.” He said it quicker this time.
You gave him the merest of tugs. He rewarded you with a deep keen. It was then that you noticed his thick erection, filled out and waiting.
“Roll over.”
He did so, his stomach rising and falling with deep breaths. You put the bottom of your feet to his stomach just to feel the softness before moving on.
“Good boy.”
You put your feet to his cock. Rubbed them up and down his shaft. You watched his face as you did so. His expression betrayed him.
“Do you want me to not stop?” you asked.
“Yes,” he said, his hot, sensitive flesh bobbing between the sides of your feet.
“Then say it.”
He stubbornly puffed under the stimulation of your soft soles.
“Say it!”
“Don’t…don’t stop,” he said, the last word coming out broken.
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