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You watched the whole bordello scene with the bitter taste of jealousy in your mouth and a familiar warmth between your legs. God, he looked so good. His jet black hair, his tanned skin, that denim shirt with the jeans that shouldn’t work but somehow really did. But those women… well they looked good too and you had to admit to being a little worried. The way he stared at them, the way his mouth curled into that crooked little smile as their fingers with those perfectly manicured nails caressed his cheek, rubbed his chest, trailed up and down his thighs. You were so jealous you felt like you must’ve been boring holes in all their heads the way you were staring at them. Not that you wouldn’t want to bed them yourself, given half a chance. Especially the blonde. But they couldn’t have your man.
Now you’re the only two left on set. After a short conversation with Steve Binder that confirmed the filming was finally done, the actresses and musicians had said their goodbyes to Elvis and made their way to their dressing rooms. He sits back down on the chair that they’d made the focal point of the scene, spreading his legs invitingly and looking over at you almost shyly. Everyone else around you had cleared out too, friends and family and the Memphis boys. You’d seen him make that little twirling gesture with his finger that he often used when he wanted to get rid of everyone and have some alone time with you. He’s seen the looks you were giving the female dancers and he knows he’s in trouble. His dick stirs a little at the thought. He kind of likes to be in trouble, almost seeks it out.
You get up and walk over to him, eyes flicking around the room to establish if anyone else is still hanging around. He notices what you’re doing and shakes his head.
“No-one left baby.”
You nod and put your handbag to the side of the chair, sitting down on his lap. He sighs a little at the contact as you press yourself against him. His hands move to your back, holding you firmly as he gazes up into your eyes. You run your fingers through his hair, messing it up a little.
“You have fun today?”
“Ah well y’know baby, it’s less fun than it looks, tiring and hot and…” he trails off as you let your fingernails dig into his scalp a little.
“You know that’s not what I’m asking. You have fun with those girls?”
“Not as much fun as I have with you,” he tries.
You narrow your eyes at him. “But some fun, right? You enjoyed them all touching you and kissing you?”
“Well honey I’m only human…”
You roll your eyes. “Uh huh. And if I wasn’t here? I bet you’d be in bed with one of them by now.”
“T-that’s not true,” he stammers, although he knows it is.
“I don’t believe you.”
“W-well okay maybe I might get tempted honey, but I would never… y’know you’re the only girl f’me.”
His eyes look up pleadingly and his dick gets harder, straining against the stiff denim of his pants. He never would learn to wear underwear.
“Sounds like you’ve been naughty to me,” you tease.
His breath starts to quicken in anticipation. “Y-yes. I’ve been naughty. I’ve been thinking about those girls, baby.”
You lean down and bite his neck, growling into his ear. “You know what you should be calling me, and it’s not baby.”
He moans a little at the nip. “S-sorry Mama. I’ve been naughty, Mama. Ya should punish me.”
You move to look at his face again, quirking an eyebrow up. “You’re telling mama what to do now, are you?”
He shakes his head quickly. “No, no. Sorry, Mama.”
You smile, enjoying his reaction. “Good. You’re sure no-one is going to come in here now? They’re all gone?”
He nods. “I told them to go.”
You lean down and press a chaste kiss to his lips. He tries to kiss back but you move away, shaking your head and tutting at him. “No, no. You’ve been a naughty boy. No kisses for you.”
He shudders a little hearing that. He loves to kiss you, and it takes everything in him not to grab your face and pull your mouth down onto his.
“Open up,” you tell him, running a finger over his lips.
He obliges obediently, mouth open wide as you push two fingers inside. He doesn’t need you to tell him what to do next, his tongue twirling around each finger, coating them in saliva. You slide your other hand to the back of his head, encouraging him to take your fingers as deeply as he can. He slides his mouth back and forth on them, sucking enthusiastically, his own fingers pressing against your back, gripping you.
“Good boy,” you coo.
He moans softly at the praise and tries to take your fingers even deeper, coughing a little as they hit the back of his throat.
“Oh so good for Mama.”
You slowly pull your fingers out of his mouth and climb off his lap. He looks up at you in a lust-filled daze.
“On your knees, baby.”
He gets off the chair and onto his knees as quickly as he possibly can, looking up at you worshipfully. He loves it when you’re like this with him. All the stress of filming and worrying how this whole special will turn out just melts away under your gaze. With you telling him what you want and him doing just that.
You wiggle your panties off and sit on the chair, adjusting your dress so he can see exactly what you’re doing. Sliding your fingers, slick with his saliva, into your pussy, making him groan. You start to slowly move them in and out, staring at him as you do it. His eyes flick from your face to your pussy, not knowing which he wants to look at more. His dick is starting to hurt now. He whines a little.
“Shh baby,” you tell him, rubbing your clit gently with your thumb. “You wanna look at other girls then you can only look at me. No touching.”
“P-please.”
You shake your head and continue touching yourself, moving your other hand to palm a nipple through your dress. “No begging now baby. Stay quiet.”
He tries his best to stay quiet, eyes drinking in your body, the way you’re touching yourself, the way your back arches as you get close and how wanton you become, your pleasured moans. He bites his lip as your moans get louder, and squeezes his eyes shut at the unmistakable sound of you coming, sure his teeth must be drawing blood by now.
“Baby?”
His eyes flip open immediately at the sound of your voice.
“C’mere and lick mama clean.” You beckon him.
He shuffles towards you as quickly as he can on his knees, eyes riveted on your dripping wet pussy, red and puffy after your orgasm. Slowly and carefully licks up your arousal, eyes glancing up every so often to make sure he’s not making you oversensitive. You love it when he does this. He’s so incredibly gentle it feels like he’s extending your pleasure, like when he takes you in his arms after sex and kisses you all over. You put your leg up on his shoulder and lean back in the chair, humming to yourself as he continues to lick. You feel the tip of his tongue poke inside you and you sigh a little. He presses a little more firmly and slides more of his tongue inside. He can’t resist you, pussy-drunk being this close to you, wanting more. You can’t resist either, letting his tongue dance in and out of you, then trail up towards your clit, swirling around it in that way he does that makes you feel like you’re going insane. You groan and sit up a little.
“You wanna try and make Mama come again?”
“Yes please.” He doesn’t move his mouth and the words buzz against you.
“Okay, well you’ll have to try really hard, because I just gave myself a really good orgasm.” You raise a challenging eyebrow, as if you don’t believe he can do it.
He responds by diving into you, his tongue pushing in as far as it’ll go, nose pressing against your clit, eating you like a starving man. You can’t help the moan that escapes your lips, your hand on the back of his head, urging him to get even deeper, somehow. He holds the inside of your thigh, pushing your leg out for more access, thumb brushing against your lips. Another moan, louder this time.
“Can I use my fingers?” You’re holding him against you so tightly it comes out muffled, but you understand because it’s exactly what you’re dying for. Those long, expert fingers shoved up inside of you, going further than yours can.
“Y-yes,” you pant.
He can’t help the swelling feeling of pride, hearing your voice shake like that because of what he’s doing to you. Other women had gushed about his fingers, his oral technique, even his dick, but you’re always so in control it means more when you lose it like this. He desperately wants to be the one to make you come undone, can’t stand it when you make him watch you do it yourself, even if you do look impossibly hot when you’re doing it. He wants your approval. Would do anything for it.
You let him move his head a little so he has room to slide his fingers inside you. After watching you finger fuck yourself he knows he doesn’t need to warm you up, and goes in immediately with three fingers. Your reaction is instant, throwing your head back and groaning, the feeling of fullness driving you wild. You buck your hips to get a better angle, suddenly feeling him hit the place inside you his fingers can reach but yours can’t.
“Fuck…Elvis…” you moan.
He grins against you, sucking on your clit hard as he continues his assault with his fingers. He can see your fingers splaying, your toes pointing, and he can feel your body start to get tense. He knows it won’t be long until you explode again, and a little part of him hopes he gets a reward for making you feel so good.
You throw your arms above your head, gripping the back of the chair as you arch your back, feeling the rush of your second orgasm wash over you, somehow just as pleasurable as the first. He has done a good job. He slowly and carefully removes his fingers, letting his hand settle on your thigh. Watches you hungrily, drinking in your pleasured movements, the way you sigh, the lust in your eyes as you slowly look back at him.
“Oh you are such a good boy,” you coo, caressing his cheek with one hand. “Clean up those fingers now.”
He licks his fingers eagerly, maintaining eye contact and hoping he’s done well enough to be forgiven. You shift from the chair, standing up and beckoning him to stand up with you. He slowly removes his fingers from his mouth and looks down at you, a little taller even though you’re wearing heels. You put one hand on his shoulder as the other firmly caresses the very prominent bulge in his pants.
“Think I should let you come?”
Elvis groans in the back of his throat. It’s taking everything in him not to just grab you and fuck you right there and then on the chair. He’s so hard he’s not sure he can take it for much longer.
“Please.” Through gritted teeth.
You sense his frustration and smile a little. No, he’s not going to get what he wants yet. Leading him by your firm grip on his dick, you swap places and then push him back into the chair. He stares up at you, breathing hard through his nose.
“Are you gonna?” He’s definitely frustrated now, sounding a little annoyed.
You shake your head. “Not if you’re gonna be like this.”
You reach down into your handbag and pull out a scarf, taking his hands and tying his wrists together behind his back.
“Like what?” He asks, so intent on the conversation his hands are tied before he even realises what’s happening.
“Moody.”
He huffs loudly. “You’re drivin’ me crazy, woman.”
You get back onto his lap, straddling him. “That’s the general idea,” you respond as your head dips down to his collarbone and you start to suck his skin through your teeth.
“Hey! You’re gonna leave a mark!”
He’s agitated now, growling as he tries to untie his hands, but at the same time bucking his hips to get some contact between you and his clothed dick.
“I wanna leave a mark,” you reply, holding his head between your hands and staring into his eyes. “Want those girls to know you’re mine. Wanna mark you, baby.”
His eyes are big and his breathing is coming in harsh pants. “Oh God,” he says, melting at the words. “I’m yours, Mama.”
You grin and let his head go, pulling at his shirt until the buttons undo, running your palms all over his naked chest. Moving your head lower you bite just above a nipple, sucking his skin again until it starts to bruise. “You’re mine,” you repeat, fiercely, as his hips buck again in agreement. You slide your hands down his torso to the waistband of his jeans, undoing his belt and then his pants, carefully pulling his dick out. He groans loudly at the contact. Now you’re finally touching him. You kiss him as you start to slide your hand up and down on it, knowing you’re going far too slowly for him to get proper stimulation.
“Mmmm…Mama….” he moans against your lips.
“Shhh baby.”
You deepen the kiss, your fingers knitting into his hair at the back of his head, hand still continuing its achingly slow progress. You feel him moan into your mouth, his hips desperately trying to buck up underneath you, wriggling, writhing, anything to get your hand to move faster. None of it works, you just keep up the slow steady pace and keep on kissing him. He responds eagerly at first, but the longer you keep this up the more he wants to pull back from you, to beg and plead, say anything that might get your hand to speed up. But you don’t want to hear it, so you keep kissing, your tongue pushing further and further in, violating his mouth, holding the back of his head firmly so he can’t get away. After what feels to him like a lifetime, you move your hand and let his head go. He pulls away, lips red and puffy from your onslaught on them, panting with frustration.
“Mama, please.”
You look down at his dick, red and aching, the head covered in pre cum. Slide your thumb slowly over the top of it, spreading the wetness all over. He whines.
“Please.”
You grin, he’s really starting to get desperate now. Without warning you pick up speed and he gasps, fists clenching behind him, his head thrown back, staring at the ceiling as he feels pleasure build and build inside him, his whole body tenses and then… you let go.
People probably heard him groan in Idaho.
You look down into his face as he screws his eyes shut in total frustration, tears spilling down his cheeks. Clenching his jaw, moaning and wailing. It feels like you’ve been torturing him for so long. Are you ever going to let him come?
“Thought I was gonna let ya then, didn’t ya?” You tease, running a fingertip along his jaw.
He sniffs a little and tries to compose himself before he speaks. “Y-yes.” It comes out in a harsh whisper.
“Mmmm.” Kissing that sensitive patch of skin under his ear. “Think I should this time?”
“Please Mama. Oh. I’ll do anything. Anything you want. I’ll quit this whole thing. I’ll never speak to another girl again. I’ll…I’ll…” he’s ranting now, so unbelievably desperate for relief.
“Shhh.” Pressing a finger to his lips. Wrapping your hand around his length again, starting the slow movements of before.
His eyes screw shut once more and fresh tears fall down his face. You bite your lip. Better stop being so cruel to him, fun though it was to tease. You let your hand speed up, watch his body start to tense again, his breathing almost out of control as he prays that you won’t stop at the last minute again.
“Open your eyes so you can look at Mama when you come.”
His eyes spring open in surprise, and at almost the exact same moment the tightened coil inside him snaps and he calls your name over and over as he comes hard in your hand, spurting on your arm, your chest and all over his lap. Making a pretty mess on both of you.
His head lolls back against the chair and his eyes close. You let him have a few minutes, and then as he starts to come round again, you offer your hand to him to lick. His dazed, lust-filled eyes stare at you for a second and then his tongue darts out to lick himself off you. When he’s done you lean down and untie his hands, and then wrap your arms around him. He cuddles you back, his lips near your ear, then kissing your neck.
“Mmmm baby that was so good. Fuck. I love you so much.”
You press yourself against him. “I love you too,” you murmur back.
“I’ve made a real mess of these clothes though…” he says, smirking a little as you sit up and look down at his jeans.
“Mmm. Well maybe you should wear them again tomorrow, tell those girls who made you come that hard, hm?” You’re smirking too now, head to one side as you look into his sparkling blue eyes.
“Don’t need to tell those girls anything.” He replies, hand on your cheek. “You’re the only girl I wanna talk to.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes baby. You’re the only one I want. I’m yours.”
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Treat me like a fool / treat me mean and cruel, but love me / wring my faithful heart / tear it all apart, but love me