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It was hard to believe - at least for Prosciutto - that you could be so into being degraded. Not that he minded, no, not at all. Prosciutto loved that you were into this. On top of the physical size difference, he had to admit there was something about being able to make you feel so much smaller with his words while engaging in a scene. The only reason it was a shock to Prosciutto was that he just didn’t expect this from someone like you. You always seemed just a touch on the innocent side of things when it came to sex.
He’s glad he was wrong about you. Especially with the way you’re looking right now. You were kneeling on the floor, knees cushioned by a soft pillow as he didn’t want to cause any pain that wasn’t meant to be inflicted. He had asked you to put your hands behind your back, clasping them together before he’d gone to work at tying them together and making sure they weren’t too tight. Once that had been taken care of, he’d settled a remote control vibe between your legs, nestled right against your clit before adjusting your underwear back into place to keep the vibe snug.
And then he’d turned it on to the lowest setting. A setting that you both knew wouldn’t make it easy to cum, but would at least provide you with some stimulation. He’d increased the vibrations over time while he sat in his chair enjoying the show, and it was currently on the third to last setting. He moved from his chair, where he’d been watching the show and easily made his way over to your spot on the floor, pulling his pant legs up a bit before dropping into a crouch in front of you.
He reaches out now, grabbing your chin in his hand and tilting your head up to look you in the eyes. Your eyes were glassy, half-lidded, and clearly blissed out from the few orgasms he’d managed to pull from you already. He tuts, running his thumb across your lip, smirking as you opened your mouth up for him. He moves his thumb, letting it press against your tongue, smirking as you wrap your lips around it and begin to suck. “What a good little slut you are, ready to use your mouth however you can to please me.” He says, a wolfish grin on his lips as you moan around his thumb and rock your hips forward into the air, trying to find some way to get some friction to bring you closer faster.
“And greedy too,” he says, voice taking on a sickly sweet tone. “Are you that desperate already? Are you so desperate to cum that you’ll hump the air like a bitch in heat just to chase another orgasm?” he pulls his thumb out of your mouth, moving to wrap his large hand around your throat for a moment. He squeezes a little. Not enough to completely constrict your breathing but enough to make it a little more difficult. “You’re going to hold it for me. You’re not going to cum until I say so. Got it?”
When he didn’t get a response immediately, he raised a brow and squeezed a little tighter before releasing his grip. “Don’t make me repeat myself, slut.” He hisses. “I’m not in the mood to do s---” He’s interrupted by your loud moan, watching your eyes roll back and your hips lose their rhythm as another orgasm works it’s way through your body. He growls lowly, bringing his hand up and slapping you as you come down from your high.
“And to think I had just called you good.” He says, moving that hand that had slapped you down to your throat again while his other hand moved to the remote control, turning the vibrator off and snorting softly at the protest it got from you. “What? Do you really think you deserve the last two settings now? After you disobeyed me?”
“Pro--” You stop as he glares at you, tightening his grip on your throat. “Sir,” you take in a bit of air as he loosens said grip. “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to cum. Promise. I can be a good little slut. Please? Please let me prove it.” He lets go of your throat, standing up again and smoothing out his pants before he unzips and unbuttons them, pulling out his cock which was already nice and hard for you.
“You can prove it by letting me use that mouth of yours. Might make better use of it instead of listening to you beg and plead so pathetically.” He says, watching you as you press your thighs together.
“Yes sir,” you breathe, opening your mouth wide and letting your tongue stick out as you look up at him. Your breath hitching slightly as he turned the vibe back to the lowest setting. You both knew it wasn’t enough at this point, it was just his way of teasing you. “After you make me cum in your mouth, you’re gonna ride my shoe and cum like that, and then maybe, maybe you’ll be my good little slut again.” As he finishes speaking, he lets his cock rest on your tongue for a moment before pushing it further into your mouth and immediately setting a fairly rough pace. His fingers thread into your hair, not gripping too tight as he doesn’t want to hurt your scalp, but using it to keep your head in place as he fucks your mouth.
He groans, head falling back as he continues to set a rough pace. “Now this is what this slut mouth is good for, huh? And that’s all it’s good for, isn’t it?” He emphasizes his words with a harsh thrust. You moan around him, eyes closing as he pushes himself all the way into your throat and holds you at the base of his cock. “Stay like that, slut. You can do it, can’t you? You don’t need to breathe, all you need is my cock shoved in your throat to be a happy little slut.” He says, chuckling at the moan you let out around him.
After a moment, he lets your head go, watching as you sit back on your heels and catch your breath. You looked up at him while you pant, eyes hazy as you let your mouth hang open for him to continue his assault on your mouth. “Now that’s a good little slut.” He growls, tangling his fingers into your hair again before thrusting his cock back into your mouth. You could tell that he was starting to get closer, with the way he was starting to lose the rhythm he’d created. You moaned loudly around his cock, adding into the other noises currently being made with the way he was fucking your mouth.
He warns you with a quick “m’gonna cum,” before he’s spilling his cum down your throat, holding you in place as you’re forced to swallow it all down. Afterward, he lets you sit back on your heels again but he doesn’t give you a moment's rest as he sticks his foot out and gets it situated under you. “Ride it.”
You don’t waste any time, starting to grind against his shoe as he turns the vibrator up a few levels. Enough to give you a little help in chasing your orgasm. “There we go, just like the desperate little whore that you are, huh? It doesn’t matter how you get off, as long as you get off.” He says, chuckling as you let out a choked moan, surprise colouring your face as he turns the vibe up even more. “C’mon, you wanted to cum so badly before, didn’t you?” He sneers as he looks down his nose at you. “You were such a desperate little whore earlier, disobeying my orders and cumming without permission...what happened? Is this not enough?” he smirks as you whine, pressing your forehead against his thigh as you lose yourself in grinding down on his shoe.
“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” Once your attention is back on him, he continues. “Do you want to cum?”
A pause. A loud moan and then a nod.
“Then what’s the problem? Are you that empty inside that you need me to continue to talk down to you?” He growls. “Can you not cum unless I’m treating you like the insignificant little slut that we both know you are? Is that it?” As he speaks, he dials the vibe up all the way.
“What are you?”
You whine against his thigh, voice barely audible as you speak.
“Speak up, pet.”
“A slut.”
“Just a slut?” Prosciutto responds, turning the vibe down a few notches and grinning at the frustrated cry you let out.
“Your slut!” You cry. “I’m your needy little slut, Sir. Please can I cum?”
There’s a long pause while Prosciutto turns up the vibe and watches you do your best to not cum until you get the express permission this time. “I don’t know…Do you even deserve it? Do you really even deserve to cum on your Sir’s shoe? I’m not sure a greedy little slut like you deserves that.” He purrs, watching you fight to hold off your orgasm.
“It’s not your fault though, is it? No,” he pouts, voice sweetly condescending as he looks down at you and presses his shoe up a little to give you just a little more friction. “It’s my fault for not doing a better job with training you, isn’t it?”
You know what he’s getting at. “N-no, Sir! It’s not your fault,” You breathe, shaking your head quickly. “It’s mine. I’m greedy. I’m a needy little whore that can’t help herself, you know that. All I think about is cumming for you, sir. Cumming however you want me to, taking your cum inside me, being a good little whore.” You moan, brow furrowing as you toss your head back.
He grins. You were perfect.
“Then cum.” He says simply. He takes in the sight of your hips losing their rhythm as you start to cum, mouth parting in a loud cry as you squeeze your eyes shut. Beautiful, really. You continue to grind against his thigh and you work through your orgasm, sighing softly as he turns the vibe off and moves his foot out from under you.
He’s quiet as he moves to untie your hands, gently rubbing from the shoulder to the wrist on each arm for a few minutes to bring feeling and flow back to the muscles. He pauses to press a kiss to the back of your neck, humming softly. “You’re a good girl,” He murmurs. “You know that right? What I say in a scene is only meant for the scene.” He gently helps you stand, supporting you for a moment as you’d been kneeling for quite some time. He carefully pulls the vibe out of your panties, tossing it off to the side to be cleaned later but right now, his focus is on you.
You nod at his words, eyes half-lidded and sleepy. “I know,” you say softly, wrapping your arms around him and humming. “Bath time now?”
He laughs. “Bath time now.”