#and then the dance goes hard later on too ~chefs kiss~ it's the contrast that's beautiful- like all of taem's work

[speakofcompersion]

231216 Metamorph Black Rose Fancam

[aelia-likes-monsters]

“Praise” - Lizardman Boyfriend

This was one of the "Kinktober" prompts that I intended to have done last month, but which didn't get finished in time. Patreon backers got to see it a week early, though as of 2021 my Patreon is closed. ♥

Characters: Male Lizardman, Female Reader Content: NSFW/Grapefruit(?), Femdom, Gentle Domination, Masturbation, Praise Kink Wordcount: ~2300

You’re new to the restaurant. Not new to the industry; you’ve been doing this in some form for close to a decade now, and you’ve earned your title as Manager honestly. When you’d butted heads with the Chef at Grassland one too many times, you’d decided to see who else was hiring. It had taken all of your self control to quit ‘properly’ by training your replacement, but you’d done it.

Now you were here at Moss Landing, one of the top new restaurants, working with the hottest new Chef, Rixli Greentail. He’s young, handsome, and skilled as hell. He runs his kitchen with a tight fist; he’s precise, and demanding, but he’s never an ass, unlike many of the chefs you’ve worked around.

After a particularly rough night with too many things going wrong, you duck into the kitchen to thank them for their hard work. They’d kept up with the flow, and it was thanks to them that things hadn’t been much worse.

“Is Chef around?” you ask one of the linecooks.

She gestures to the office with a nod of her head.

“Thanks.” You say. You head back there, and find Rixli taking a breather and plotting the next day’s menu. There’s a moment where you’re able to study him, the way his scaly green skin contrasts with his white chef’s coat. The vibrancy of his golden eyes. The shape of his jaw and the line of his brows. He’s a handsome lizardman indeed, and you know you could stare at him all day. But you shouldn’t.

You tap on the door jamb.

“Come in,” he grunts, not even glancing up to see who it is.

“Hey,” you say, and he glances up in surprise. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes as he takes in your appearance. You’re dressed in a slightly more upscale version of the all-black outfit your servers wear. A black dress that clings in the right places and flatters, cute boots, and a bit of jewelry. You’re pretty sure he likes the look. You file that knowledge away for later. “I just wanted to say that the kitchen did great tonight, and I hoped you could pass that along. You’re great at this.”

He shivers slightly. You file that knowledge away for later, too. You’re learning a lot about Rixli tonight, it seems.

“Thank you.” He says. He smiles, showing sharp teeth. “You’ve done a lot of good with the waitstaff. They’re better than they were.”

He gestures to the other chair, across the desk from him, and grabs the bottle of wine he’s already opened for himself.

“Join me?”

You think about it for a moment. Rationally, you know you should say no. There’s a lot of reasons that workplace relationships are considered a bad idea.

You sit down.

He passes you a glass of the red wine he’s drinking. You savor it carefully, and the two of you chat about how things are going with the restaurant. The conversation is light, and dances carefully around the attraction you’re increasingly sure you both feel. It’s in the way he glances at you, and the way he shivers when you compliment him. You’re not going to press the issue unless you’re certain he’s willing to take the step with you, but you enjoy knowing he thinks you’re attractive.

“It’s been a pleasure,” you say, placing your empty wine glass on the desk, some time later. “But I don’t want to keep you all night.”

“I’ve enjoyed our talk,” he says, and you notice the way his gaze seems to catch at the hem of your skirt. Another interesting tidbit for later. He drags his eyes up to meet yours, and he smiles, unashamed. You know he’s as aware of the mutual attraction as you are. “Have a good night.”

You think for a moment about asking him to walk you home, about all the things you could get up to. But whatever this is simmering between you is too new for that, you think. So you head out without saying anything more. Though when you glance over your shoulder, you catch him watching you go.

It goes on like that for a few weeks.

You tease him at work. A smile here or there, a carefully worded compliment that makes him shiver, a dozen small flirtations. There are more late nights when you sit in the office and drink wine and talk about everything except what’s growing between you.

Finally, you ask him to walk you home.

Rixli is a perfect gentleman, keeping his hands to himself as the two of you traverse the quiet streets between the restaurant and your apartment. He hesitates at the front stoop, and looks at you for a long moment before he speaks.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“Are you?” You reply. You step closer to him, so he can hear you, but nobody passing on the street can pick up your words. “There are a lot of things I like about you, Rixli. I see the way you look at me, and the way you respond when I tell you how good you’ve done.” He shivers, as if on cue. “I think you and I are very compatible, but I only want you to follow me upstairs if you’re sure this is something you want.”

“If either of us changes our mind?” He’s still uncertain, and you’re not sure why.

“Then we stop.”

It’s simple enough, but sometimes these things have to be put into words. He nods, and you see him relax by increments. You wonder who made him this nervous, and you want to get your hands on them and shake them.

“Do you still want to come up?” You ask, taking a step back toward your door. “It’s okay to say no.”

He thinks for a moment, and you’re glad that he does.

“Yeah.”

You wrap your fingers around his, and lead him into your home. It’s a bit messy, a bit small, but it’s comfortable. Your furniture is a bit worn, but it’s comfortable. You guide him to the couch, and settle onto a nearby chair.

“Would you like something to drink? I’ve got wine, beer, or tea?”

“No, thank you.” He watches you carefully.

“Let me know if that changes.” You say. You lean back in your chair. “You may have figured out that I’m a domme?”

“I noticed,” he says with a wry smile that twists his lips in a way you like. “You’ve figured me out too, I think.”

“I suspect there’s more to you than what I’ve seen so far.” You say. “But we can explore that together. As un-sexy as it can be, I want to spend a little time talking about boundaries and expectations first.”

He nods, and seems to relax.

The two of you talk for a while, and as he seems more comfortable with it, and the ‘business’ part of your conversation winds to a close, you move to sit beside him. He lets you, shifting so you can settle in against him. You reach up and cup his cheek, turning him to face you, and kiss him carefully. He sighs, and seems to melt into it.

“Rixli,” you say, pulling back. “What’s the safeword?”

“Mutton,” he murmurs. “Or Red.”

“And if you want me to slow down?” You ask.

“Yellow.” He answers. He opens his eyes and looks at you. He’s a little dazed already, but he’s still focused enough that you know he’s okay.

“And if I ask how you’re doing, and you’re good?”

“Green.”

“Perfect.” You lean in close to his ear-holes. “You’re such a good boy.”

He shivers. You slide your hands gently over his torso, feel the ridges of his abdomen, the way the fabric of his shirt catches on his scales when you drag it up. He’s holding still, letting you do what you want, and you can feel the tension in his body.

“Rixli, take off your shirt.”

It’s thin cotton, just a basic undershirt, something he changes into for his trips to and from the restaurant. It’s the work of a moment for him to pull it off over his head, and toss it aside.

“Good boy.” You say. He shivers again. It’s such a lovely reaction.

You shift so you’re straddling him, and lean in to kiss him again. He whimpers into your mouth when you do, but he keeps his hands to himself. You kiss your way along his jaw, and down his neck, where his scales are the softest. There you nip a bit, and you can tell by the hitch in his breathing and the tiny moans that he’s enjoying it.

“You’re doing so good,” you say. “Holding still and let me enjoy you.”

“Thank you,” he answers.

“What do you want?” You ask, before going back to nibbling your way down his shoulder. He’s well-built, and the muscles here are defined. You quite like the shape of him, and the way he responds every time your teeth scrape against his scales is delightful. He’s panting hard, and you can feel his erection tenting his pants and pressing against your core.

“Whatever you want to do.”

“Tsk.” You sit back, and roll your hips so there’s friction between your bodies. He clenches his fists. “That’s not what I asked. What do you want?”

“You” he replies. “I want you to touch me.”

You smile, and reward him with another kiss. You drag your fingernails along his scalp, something he’s told you he enjoys, and you’re rewarded with a moan. Your tongue tangles with his, and you feel one of his arms come around you.

Seems you’ve found the limit of his self control. You smile to yourself.

“What a naughty boy,” you say. He looks ashamed. “I’ll let you make it up to me.”

You roll your hips against him, and are gratified to feel that he’s still rock-hard in his pants. You imagine he’s getting desperate for release.

“If you’d been good, I would have touched you,” you tell him, sliding off his lap. “But since you touched me first, I think I need you to show me how you touch you instead.”

“I can do that.” If he’s disappointed, he hides it well, though you’re confident in this “punishment” so to speak. It’s light enough for a first session, but since he’s not getting what he asked for, it will work.

He keeps his eyes on your face as he unzips his pants and slides them down his hips, releasing a rather impressive erection. It juts out from a slit, and you can see from the way it glistens that it’s already lubricating itself. The shaft is lightly ridged, and shifts from almost white near his body to a pinkish color closer to the tip. The head is somewhat bulbous, and a much deeper red.

“Mmm.” You look him over, letting your gaze drift slowly. “You’re so gorgeous.”

He shivers, and reaches for himself. You watch as his big hand wraps around his cock, the way his hand moves slowly at first, then faster. His breath comes in short pants, and he can’t stop the small gasps and groans of pleasure from escaping his lips.

“Very good,” you purr.

He groans, and his hand speeds up. He changes his angle a bit, his hand focusing more on the tip as he pumps himself.

“Stop.” You say, when you can tell he’s getting close.

He does, though you can tell it takes every ounce of control he has.

“Very well done,” you say.

He whimpers, and you smile. You lean in, kiss him gently, and lightly brush your fingers over the tip of his cock. He makes another desperate noise.

“Do you want something?” You ask.

“Let me come, please.” He says.

“Will you remember to do what I ask next time?”

“Yes.” He licks his lips, and you love the sight of his tongue flicking out like that. At some point you’ll need to put him to work eating you out. “I’ll do my best.”

“Gods but you’re gorgeous when you’re desperate,” you say. His eyes fall closed, and you see him fighting for control. “Yes, I want to see you come for me.”

“Thank you,” he breathes, and then his hand is moving again, furiously fast.

“Does that feel good?” You ask. He nods.

“So good.” He pants.

You lean in close, press your breasts against his arm, and nibble on his neck. He groans.

“You like that?” You ask.

“Yes,” His voice is barely more than a groan.

“Good.” You say. You lick where you’ve been teasing him with your teeth. “You’re doing so well. Keep going. Come for me.”

On cue, you feel his muscles tighten further and he grunts as he climaxes. He spills all over his belly, making a small mess that you’ll help him clean in a moment.

He sags. You kiss his temple gently, and lean in close.

“That was perfect.” You say, before giving him another kiss. He sighs into your mouth.

“Thank you,” Rixli says, when he’s finally gathered himself enough to speak.

“I enjoyed that quite a bit,” You say, giving him more careful kisses. “You’re a delight.”

You feel him leaning into you, and you know he’s basking in your praise. He’s in-charge, and so precise and demanding at work, but you like that he’s letting you see another side of him here. There’s more to do tonight. You need to help him clean up, maybe get a meal or snack into him, and make sure he’s in a good place before you send him home.

Rixli wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, snuggling up to you. You melt into his embrace. You hope once he’s gone home and had time to think about this, he’s still interested in more. He’s gorgeous, and sweet, and you’d like to do so much more with him.

There’s time to think about all that later.

For now, you enjoy Rixli’s company. Tomorrow can wait.

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Thank you to @doomfisthero​ for sending in the original “kinktober” prompt that inspired this piece.