“I’m just nervous. You’re finally feeling better. I don’t want to be the reason you need another few days off from work, babe.” Havoc’s hands rub my upper arms warmly. My sweet bull. He’s such a caretaker.
“I haven’t even had a chance to lick your balls yet! C’mon, baby! You’re being too nice to me. Rough me up a little bit!” I beg, making the minotaur laugh. I clasp my hands together, jumping from one foot to the other in front of him.
“Fuck, you’re incessant,” he says with a shake of his head. “Fine. Madame can come out to play. But Tess, if I think you’re pushing it too much, I’ll call it off. I really don’t want you getting hurt.”
“Deal! Say the word and it’s done!” I squeal.
“What is the word?” he inquires as I bite my bottom lip and think of a safe word. He growls, watching the action.
“Buckin’” I answer, thinking of my favorite Havoc crop top.
“Alright. Buckin’ it is.” He takes a couple steps back from my body and falls to his knees before me. “What would you have me do, madame?”
Fuck, that’s hot. We ran errands earlier in the day, so we’re both fully clothed. I sit on the edge of the bed and slam my Doc into his chest.
“Undress me, cookie,” I command as he gives me a feral look, smirking as his fingers undo the tie on my boots. “Good boy.”
“Yes, madame,” he says obediently. He strips my foot, massaging it with strong fingers as I sigh, relaxing at his touch. It feels so fucking good, I consider holding off on fucking him just to indulge in this moment. But my clit throbs painfully, needing more friction. I rip my foot away and kick up the other, slamming the sole of my Doc to his chest. I know I’m not hurting him. This monster is sturdy as fuck, and I can be rougher with him than some pathetic human man. I like that about him being a minotaur. I don’t have to hold back my aggression with him. I don’t have to worry that I’m going to make him feel less than by stepping into my Domme role. Havoc knows how strong he is and he’s secure in that. Stepping down from his own power to allow me to embody mine is one of the greatest things he willingly consents to in this dynamic. He loves that I can be bossy and masculine at times. It makes things between us heated and rife with the best kind of tension. Fuck, I think I love this beast.
He strips my second boot off and massages my foot, his fingers working up my calf too. I try not to let my emotions show as the realization that I’ve fallen for him begins pinging around my head and heart.
“You’re withholding something from me, madame,” he says, so fucking perceptive.
“I’ll tell you what you need you to know when the timing is right, cookie. Don’t question me,” I say with a lot less bite than I heard the line in my head.
“Yes, Madame Red,” he says, his trust so thick he doesn’t even press the issue.
“Take my clothes off,” I demand, taking my leg back and standing before him. “Don’t be skimpy on kissing the fuck out of my body as you do so.”
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you wanting,” he replies, working my shirt off my torso. His mouth moves to lavish my breasts with love as he unhooks my bra in two seconds, having no trouble at all. My heavy tits fall onto his snout as he snorts in approval, motorboating them, pressing them against either side of his nose, trapping himself between them. I giggle, loving the sight. “These are so fucking perfect. So warm. So soft. So fucking big. Please suffocate me with them, madame. Squish me with your tits. I need them. I’ll be a good cookie for you,” he begs, and I swear I fucking lose it, my panties wet as shit as he pleads with me. “Suffocate me. I don’t want to breathe. I want to be buried in your precious tits, madame. Pressed up against my snout all fluffy and consuming.”
“Fine, cookie,” I say, grabbing his horn. “Keep your face right here. I’ll give you what you crave,” I coo as he watches me bring my tits up to his snout. “Ready? Here we go.” I smother his nose with my flesh, pressing each breast together over his snout. He resists the urge to fight the feeling of being cut off from one’s air supply. His fingers grip my hips, holding himself steady. After I count to myself in head, I rip my breasts off his face. Havoc growls, his instincts kicking in.
“More, madame. And harder. Please! Squish them around my snout and press into me with more pressure.” Fuck. Me. What a masochist. I love it.
“That wasn’t good enough, cookie?” I ask, my voice feigning disbelief. He shakes his head profusely.
“It was wonderful, madame. It felt so good. I just want you to use me. I’m not soft. You can be rough with me. You don’thave to hold back. Your strength is so beautiful. It’s magnificent. I love to see you in your power, madame.” I pause for a moment, feeling overwhelmed.
“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, cookie. Come here. You deserve a reward, baby.” I pull him to me by his horn again. Havoc sends hot air across my chest as he snorts a few times in his excitement. I love his little animalistic tendencies. Fuck, I just lovehim. “Get ready, cookie.”
“Yes, please. Smother me,” he pleads. I bring my tits up and really press them together over his nose this time, using more force. I watch as his eyes hood, then close. He surrenders to it, feeling into the sensations as I work my breasts together, making him hold out longer for air. When I finally release him, he gasps, sucking in a huge lungful.
“Thank you, madame. That was perfect. You’re perfect. Your tits are perfect. I’m blown away by the ways in which you grow even more lovable each and every day. I want to worship you for all that you are forever. You’re so fucking wonderful, red. Shit, I’m so sorry! I mean madame,” Havoc rants, correcting himself adorably.
“It’s ok to make a mistake, cookie. Especially if you’re doing it fawning from your knees. I’m blown away by you too,” I admit. I can see the way he swells with pride at my compliment. I love watching him metaphorically blush. “Keep going with my clothes,” I instruct as he nods fervently.
I can feel the desperation as he strips me bare. I love being naked in front of him. I feel like my size is perfect for this beast. He can handle every inch and pound, and I’ll gladly throw them his way. His tongue leaves a trail of wetness starting from one hip, moving over my round stomach, onto my opposite hip and then back. I press them forward, his fingers gripping each of my ass cheeks as he licks me over and over again. I sigh, feeling my pussy open in need.
“I’m so empty, cookie,” I complain with my bottom lip jutting out in a pout. “Will you fill me up?”
“Anything for you, madame,” he growls back, yanking me forward.
“I want to watch though. Face us towards the mirror,” I instruct. Havoc crawls around me and plops himself on the ground, pulling me onto his lap. My back is against his chest. He opens his pants before I aid him in stripping them off in seconds, my ass in his face as I do so. He smacks it a few times, making me whimper through the ripples of my flesh jiggling. While I’m working on his pants, he rips his crop top off. His monster cock smacks me upon my lower back as I straddle his thighs. “Holy shit, it’s ribbed!” I cry out, looking over my shoulder at his shaft, impressed. He nods slowly, knowing exactly what kind of thoughts are floating through my head with that realization. I watch Havoc hit me with it while smirking into the mirror. “Oh, fuck, cookie. That all for me?” I ask eagerly.
“All that you can take. Please don’t hurt yourself, madame. It’s a lot. I know you can handle anything. But this is fat and big and more than that pretty pussy has ever attempted to swallow. Please let me guide you through it. Let me coach you. I know you can do it, madame. Please just let me encourage you,” Havoc says sweetly as our eyes connect in the mirror. I nod my head, honestly needing that.
“I am a little nervous. Will you take care of me, cookie?” I ask breathily.
