"You all set for work, hon?" Elly sprayed the winged sides of her hair one last time and turned to her boyfriend, who appeared, from the outside, to be dressed as usual. She knew he had on some extra equipment today, however.
She'd placed it on him herself.
Elly grinned at him.
Aizawa's face was a veritable thundercloud. "I know I said I wanted to try this, but did you have to give me half a fucking blow job before strapping it on?"
"Of course, silly," she said calmly, walking over to him and rubbing a knee between his legs, where the chastity belt remained firmly locked in place on his groin.
Aizawa groaned. "You're a monster. I'm all kinds of aching."
"Tch, seriously? Come on, Eraserhead, show me that you can take it, and you'll get a reward after school."
"If I can make it that long," he mourned.
"You wanted this," she reminded him heartlessly.
He had requested the belt, even purchased it. But he'd never thought it would be this difficult. She teased him mercilessly all day between classes, sneaking in to see him. Her touches were gentle caresses, her kisses sweet. And then there were the <i>texts</i>.
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Hey, baby. Just thinking about when I had you in my mouth this morning</i>
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Are you thinking about what we'll do later? When the belt comes off and you get to get off?</i>
...and more, each more exotic than the last.
Aizawa didn't think a text could get him that aroused, but he was wrong. Part of the game meant he had to play nice and respond to her at all times, too, so he couldn't just ignore them. He was a sweaty, flushed mess by the time school let out and they got to go home.
He got to their apartment first. Aizawa tore the capture weapon off his neck, thrusting it at its hook and tossing his goggles and belt there, too. Kicking off his boots, he padded quickly into the bedroom.
Elly arrived a quarter of an hour later. "I'm home," she called out as she removed her own gear and boots. "Sho baby? Where are you?"
"Bedroom," came the abrupt reply, and she chuckled.
Sure enough, when she got there he was laying on the bed completely nude except for the belt. His member was semi hard, and as she entered it twitched and stiffened in its cage.
Aizawa groaned miserably. "Please," he begged.
"Poor baby." She walked over and sat near him, trailing her fingers down the dark line of hair that led to his groin. "You're so excited, but you can't do anything about it."
He grunted, not trusting himself to speak.
"You were a good boy all day," she mused. His breathing picked up in pace as she spoke, and she smiled at him. "Weren't you?"
"That's - that's fucking condescending as hell, and you know it. I'm not a boy."
"Oh?" She tickled one thigh and he gasped, all but losing his composure when her fingers dropped lower.
The wheezy, whining sounds that squeezed out his throat were amazing. "Aaah ...haa! Oh! <i>Ngh!</i> P - please. Okay, all right. I'm a - a good boy. I'm a very good boy!"
"So cute," she murmured, and produced the key from where it had lay hidden all day on a cord between her breasts.
He panted and eagerly tracked it with hot eyes as she set it in the lock. Once it clicked and he was set free, however, he found he had another problem.
He couldn't <i>move</i> without touching it to take it off. And if he did that, he would likely come immediately. Elly sat and watched him war with himself for a few minutes until he came to the obvious solution.
"You do it," he begged quietly. "Please, my love. I - I need to, but..."
"Even cuter," she breathed. "Wow."
"Please!"
"Shh, it's okay." She leaned down beside him to stroke his long, sweaty hair away from his cheeks and kiss him gently on the forehead. "This will be quick." Her fingers unhooked the belt and he lifted his hips so she could take it completely off. The minute his shaft was freed, she grasped him and pumped firmly, squeezing in the way she knew he liked at the tip.
"<i>Yes</i>!" His body arched, toes and fingers digging into the sheets as he came. Warm splashes covered his chest as his aching, weighty torment broke free in several long, hard spurts. "Aah..! F - fuck. Oh, fuck, my Queen. That's - that's a lot. That's a mess."
"You <i>did</i> make yourself quite sticky." She handed him a washcloth. "Wipe some off, and then we can shower."
"Mnn. Then nap?" His now-sleepy eyes met hers in a silent plea.
"Of course nap. You earned it, sweetie."
"Good." He finished mopping some up and stood carefully, making sure he could get to the bathroom without dripping everywhere. "We can talk about how it's your turn to make a list. I've had two, but you haven't written up a single one."
She shivered, thinking of his previous requests and wondering how she might be able to survive him completing one of hers.
Well, that was for another day. She joined him in the bathroom for a quick scrub before resting. Time enough to think about all that later; she was happy that this, like everything else he'd wanted, had made <i>him</i> smile at her like he was right now.
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