Craving by Matthew

"Craving"


It's in the nuanced way she seeps into his mind.
A slow dance they do, playful at first, but then clearly more orchestrated.
Each day bringing a new understanding to the word "craving."

Early on the boy finds it startling how the conversation can turn from something
so vanilla as discussing each others day, then without missing a beat
she asks "how hard is my cock?"
The boy feels his heart skip a beat and he doesn't even recognize the soft
distinguishable moan that has escaped his lips.
Already the craving, the desire the boy feels, is growing.

Each day her words are like seductive tendrils that slip deeper into the
dark recesses of the boy's willing mind.
Caressing his desires, stirring a need, long held dormant.

Throughout his work day, she is ever present in his mind.
The pink scrunchie around his hard, thick cock almost seems to vibrate under his dress slacks. Her enforced chastity crashes through his concentration continuously;
focused utterly and completely on her. Simultaneously he finds himself blushing and smiling at his current predicament.

Creating a need, a desire, such a craving to be close to her that
he writes her initials on his wrist and sends a picture to her from his phone.

She smiles at the surprise picture that popped up on her phone and texts back "good boy." Even across the vast distance between the two she elicits an audible "ohhhh" from him.

Daily, the cravings grow. The boy feels the sensation of floating, dropping,
as he slips into this most blissfully, vulnerable state.

Giving himself over to her now is such a natural, organic act.

Such a craving she has elicited in him.

Craving to please her.

Craving to be with this woman. This thoughtful, intelligent, complicated, sexy woman.

Craving to be her companion, her confidant. To be let inside her world.

Craving to be her bitch, her slut. Hers.

Several months later, she invites the boy into her study; taking him by the hand and leading him in after her, then as she settles into her chair she motions for him to kneel before her  She sees the intensity in his eyes, the quiet anticipation, his shallow breathing, and in his touch as he gently caresses his cheek along her legs as he kneels before her.

She strokes her hand along his face, then she nudges the boys chin up, her intense gaze meeting his eyes.

"It's been a few months now, since you and I started this dance..." she begins, the boy fully enraptured with her every word, nearly breathless. She starts again "and I am pleased with our journey thus far. Are you prepared to continue that journey with me?" Tracing her fingertips along his neck in achingly slow serpentine circles.

She nearly squirms in her chair, thinking of the boy. Her boy. How wonderfully he has submitted to her, the emotional stamina he exhibits, and how their lives are now so intertwined.  

She catches herself, a slight smile rising, and waits.

Slightly breathless, the boy whispers "I crave to be yours."