Day 3: Body part fetish

Honestly I don't think I followed the prompt that well.

Boobs or ass?

  Artem would have to answer personality.

  But if he had to choose?

  It would be impossible to him. Because he loved every single part of you that it would be impossible to limit his choices to just one.

  He loved your eyes, and he would kiss gently over them with every chance he got. He loved your boobs, of course, and loved the way you shuddered and moaned when he teased and groped at them. He loved your waist, how he could hold you close to himself. He loved your thighs, and how the soft pudge of them made the perfect pillow.

  He could go on and on, describing every single feature that made you so perfect. And he would time and time again, make sure that he loved every single part of you.

  And that's why you let your expensive heels click against the floor, approaching Artem who was on his knees, while a gloved hand grabs his chin and forcibly tilting it upwards.

  You stood before him, finally being the one to tower over him as you held Artem by the chin, observing his hazy, half lidded eyes with amusement. For once, he was powerless before you.

  You squeezed lightly at his chin, and Artem opened his mouth obediently. "Stick your tongue out." You order, and you smile when Artem immediately obeys you.

"Good boy," You whisper out a praise as you slowly run your thumb along his tongue, relishing in the soft noises Artem makes as he licks at your finger.

  You eventually draw your finger away, rubbing your wet thumb affectionately across his cheek, leaving a streak that glistened under the dim light of his bedroom.

  You tilted your head, enjoying how small and powerless Artem felt under here, a playful smirk beginning to play at your lips at all the ideas that plagued your mind, at what you could do to your lover. You rubbed tenderly at his cheek, your smile widening at an idea that sparked your mind.

  As he nuzzles lovingly into the warm touch of your palm, you pull away, making him look up to you with sad puppy eyes and a small whine.

  You bit your lip. Artem could really put on an act when he wanted to.

  You sat back onto the chair that was behind you, using your foot to nudge lightly at his face, while you rested your head on your hand, and let Artem do the rest.

  His eyes flicker up to you, then to your foot, before a small smile forms at his lips as he takes your foot, undoing the straps of your heel and gently setting it aside. He runs a finger along the heel of your foot to your toes, pressing a gentle kiss.

  A slow shudder forms as Artem looks up to you with slight uncertainty, but ultimately puts one of your toes into his mouth. He lets out a soft whine as he swirls his tongue around it, and while his efforts seem rough, you appreciate the sentiment.

  Artem releases your toes with a wet pop, then leaning closer to nick lightly at your ankle, leaving small marks as he makes his way upwards, running his fingers along the smooth skin of your legs as he leaves bites and licks.

  You looked at him, desperately kissing your feet and legs, desperate to show his absolute affection and dedication to you, and while, yes, you were happy, moved even, you grew impatient.

"That's enough," You say, and you watch as Artem pulls away from your marked ankle, lips already swollen from all that kissing he did to you.

  You smirk at him as you stand up abruptly, standing in front of Artem as he has the audacity to cower under you. You had no idea if it was intentional, or just a ploy to get you riled up, but it was working. You raise your foot to draw a slow circle around his crotch, before you settle and gradually add pressure to it. Artem’s reaction is immediate, and by how he writhes uselessly with a lewd moan.

  Who knew Artem was capable of making some undignified sounds, being into such filthy things, like being stepped on the dick by you?

  Because it was you, of course. He was infatuated with every part of you, and if you looked at him, you could see the heart pounding in his eyes with his love for you. Every part of you.

"Look at me, sweetheart," You cooed at him, who currently had his head thrown back, mouth agape with pleasure, with small beads of sweat rolling down the lines of his neck, his chest heaving heavily.

  Artem pants as he forces himself to face you, his face flushed so red with drool dripping from the side of his mouth. A sick sense of pride that burns at the pit of your stomach is lit aflame seeing your lover reduced to a complete wreck because of you, and you hadn’t even gotten to the fun part yet.

  You lift your foot, seeing the dark and tented spot in Artem’s pants, a proof of his arousal. "Unbuckle your belt, dear, and hold onto it for me." You said sweetly.

  Artem nods at you, panting as he fumbles to unbuckle his belt, and after a few seconds of struggle, he manages to tug it off. "Unbutton your pants too." And Artem does so, undoing the top button of his pants.

"Turn around, love," You order again, and Artem shuffles awkwardly to have his back facing towards you. "Hands behind your back."

  Artem wordlessly obeys, putting his hands behind his back, with one hand still holding the belt. You knelt down as you took the belt from his hands to wrap around his wrists, fastening it securely.

"Not too tight?" You ask. Artem shakes his head.

  You smile. "Good. Now turn back around dear,"

  Artem shuffles around on his knees, turning back to face you.

  It was such a pretty sight. You lifted your foot, trailing along the inside of his thighs as you pushed the zipper gently down, then hooking on the lining of his underwear and yanking them down.

  You stepped on him again, this time harder. No longer were you gently applying pressure, you were stepping on him like you meant it.

  Artem's head falls back as he moans, his eyes squeezed back tightly as his hips jerk uncontrollably. You placed a hand of his jaw guiding his head downwards, and you're greeted with tears that rolled down his face along with a wild blush that spread across his ears and neck.

"You like this, don't you dear?" You asked him sweetly. Artem nods fiercely. "Then come for me."

  Artem's eyes widened as you suddenly grinded down, his weeping cock pressed down onto the cold hard flooring with your foot. With a loud cry, he comes all over the floor.

  You smiled in satisfaction, finally lifting your foot back up, seeing how Artem immediately collapses forward, breathing heavily.

  You feigned innocence as you said:

"Oh dear, are you tired already? It's only round one!"