Pressing Matters
POV: You're the housemate of a dominant dragon punk girl who puts you in your place just by being near you. Both of you are on the same couch. Things go from there.
A random gift for blzkn ! Who is absolutely wonderful and inspired me to write this in under half an hour.
Ember was chilling on the couch across from you, scrolling through stuff on her phone with virtually no expression.
You treasured this time. Even though she was just your housemate, your relationship had quickly become... interesting.
It turns out, Ember had this... aura. The longer you spent around her, the more pronounced your slightly repressed submissive tendencies became.
It had started pretty small at least. She'd walked into your room and informed you that she was going to do your nails and hooves. You hadn't even thought to argue, not even as she chose a bright green polish and pulled your legs into her lap.
You ended up really enjoying it. The feeling of just... letting her have that control, no conversation necessary. No anything necessary, really.
You'd started spending a lot more time with her. Usually it was just like it was now, you playing video games and her just sitting nearby, talking about something cool like music or games you hadn't heard of, or just chilling and enjoying each other's company.
Other times, she'd been in the mood to totally wreck you, and she had.
It was kind of hot to be completely and utterly subservient to her mood.
Something warm brushed against your cheek. You turned to look, only giving her a slightly better angle to push her toes into your mouth.
You felt yourself starting to blush. You gave her toes a few licks, looking away from the TV to see her still on her phone, not even looking at you.
You went back to your game, supporting her ankle with your arm and licking submissively at the toes in your mouth. Sometimes she'd give them a little wiggle, or rake her claws gently over your tongue, and you picked up your pace at the nonverbal command.
Another warm, soft thing brushed against you, lower this time.
You felt yourself stiffen the rest of the way up as her other foot began to slowly, gently flex and curl over the top of your dick through your underwear.
It was too hot to wear pants. Ember liked you better without them, anyway. This was exactly why.
You spread your legs out a little, looking over at her as you gave her toes some more eager licks.
She was still on her phone. She didn't seem to have looked up, leaning backwards over the arm of the couch and holding her phone above her head.
The foot on your crotch pushed down a little harder, spreading her clawed toes around your dick and then slowly pulling down its length, her claws precariously sliding on either side of your tent pole with a quiet ripping sound.
They weren't sharp enough to cut your underwear up. You were pretty sure, at least. Part of you was pretty sure Ember could do whatever she wanted.
The toes in your mouth wiggled impatiently and you finally paused your game, supporting her heel with one hand as you gave them the attention they deserved. Your reward came immediately as her other foot began to rub you a little more firmly.
You were looking just at her now, bright red at her utter nonchalance at the whole situation. She lightly blew her hair away from her eyes and kept scrolling.
You humped slightly against her foot, and made a bleated yelp as she presed painfully hard on your dick and wiggled her toes in your mouth. The message was clear: sit still.
You obeyed, forcing yourself to remain stationary as her foot resumed its teasing, trying to focus instead on pleasing the foot in your mouth. You set the controller down and held her foot with both hands, gently massaging it as you sucked her toes with practiced eagerness.
You licked underneath her claws, pushed your tongue between them, sucked them really hard, everything you could think of.
If Ember was pleased, her only indication was rubbing you a little faster with her foot. You were so hard now, it took all of your strength not to hump her foot until you finished yourself off.
Thankfully, she picked up her pace, pushing her foot up underneath your dick to rub at it, and then pushing it against your thigh and stroking at it under her curled toes.
You whimpered and squirmed a little as she rubbed hard and fast, trying to keep up your worship of the foot in your mouth in fear that you might otherwise lose this privilege. You were breathing sharply out your nose now, and making little muffled bleats around her scaled toes.
It didn't take much longer. She felt you start to throb and rubbed you faster, and stifled your moans by pushing her feet a little deeper into your mouth as you flooded your underwear. You panted hard through your nose, eyes rolled up slightly and gently suckling her toes in the afterglow.
She pulled the foot from your mouth and replaced it with the other, which was slightly damp with the cum that had soaked through your underwear. Unquestioningly, you allowed it into your mouth and licked it clean.
"Good boy." She said, still not having looked up from her phone. "Pizza? Half veg, half barbecue?"
She removed her foot from your mouth to allow you to speak.
"Yes Miss." You said, blissfully dazed.
That finally got a little smirk out of her.