Mine. Bound. Ready. Waiting. Mine. I caressed the side of her cheek and she moaned. Any touch, especially mine had to be torturous. I’d pushed her to the brink and the only thing that she could do was wait. Would I let her come? Did she deserve it? I caressed her lips and she pulled my finger into her mouth. Hot. Wet. She sucked persistently demonstrating her talents. She’d get there eventually. On her knees begging, trying to convince me that I should give in to her desires. But this wasn’t about her. It never was. Her purpose is to satisfy me. And she will…
I stroked over her body tweaking this and that between my fingertips. She bucked, closer than before. I looked down to a trail coating her thighs. Always so responsive. I leaned close to kiss her lips and she held her breath. Would the lone kiss tip her over? I nibbled her lips and she purred the sweetest sound. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips but I caught it and pulled it into my mouth. As I kissed her, she shivered. Bucked. Fucked. Her moans grew louder into a scream that spoke of the truth. Orgasm.
I chuckled. She thought that this was over. I lowered her to her knees and waited for her body to calm.
“Yes Sir?”
I unbuckled my belt and sat it beside her. The lone tear was the indication that I needed to know that she understood. Permission wasn’t granted. I unbuttoned my pants exposing just how much I wanted her.
“Open. Lean forward and take all of me. Not another word.”
Being the good girl that she was, she complied.
“Fuck!”
I moved back and forth using her head as leverage. She gagged, choked, but still she followed my commands. She was my personal toy and the fun had only just begun.
“Swallow.”
She did and I barely held on. The warmth was enough for me to shoot off. But the way that her tongue moved, caressing me, inviting me to give her something to swallow, was almost too much. I pulled away and she used her hands to stroke me. She wanted this as much as I did. I nodded to her and again I went into her mouth.
Wet sounds echoed throughout the room and it stirred the demon that had been sleeping until now. She gurgled and my cock twitched. It was too soon. I pulled from her mouth and pulled her to her feet. Before she could catch her balance, she was bent over with her legs spread dripping with need. I entered her hard and fast. The gasp in surprised was followed by more moans. She cried out my name as I took what I sought.
Her walls quivered around me and I gripped her hips to anchor my control. She was tight and her pussy sucked me almost as well as her mouth had. Sweat beaded over us while passion took hold and didn’t let go. I spanked her as I rode her sweet ass into another orgasm.
“Please!”
“You will be punished for that too. I told you not to speak.”
Thinking about how I would punish her was all that I needed in order to slip. My grasp on my orgasm was gone and my sure strokes turned jerky and unsynchronized. I came so hard that I bucked her flat against the bed. My body was on top of hers and I panted in her ear.
“Please Sir, can your girl come too?” She spoke between tears and sobs.
“No.”
Her body shook as I rolled off of her and pulled her into my arms.
My angel kneeled in front of me almost too perfectly. I sipped my beer knowing exactly what I wanted tonight. Sometimes you just had to keep things real simple. And I was in a simple kind of mood.
“Lay back and touch that kitty cat for me, angel. Make her nice and wet so I can hear you purr for me.”
Angel stripped and I gave her a pillow from the couch. She propped up her upper body aiming her pussy toward the floor. She spread her lips giving me the perfect view of her glistening cunt. She was ready but I wanted her worked up before I was seated deep inside.
She teased the underside of her clit making her thighs spasm.
“Shit!” I palmed my dick ready to take her here and now.
I thought she was going to come because she was shaking so hard. She removed her fingers but ground her hips into the floor. She was only warming up. She teased her folds as if she were going to penetrate herself but she always stopped short. She was panting from how turned on she was. Her clit was swollen and begging for me to suck it. She whimpered and I looked up to see her sucking her nipple.
“Mhm…” I encouraged.
Her fingers disappeared into her dripping canal with little resistance. I could imagine being inside of her with her slick passage sucking me deeper into her warmth. I shifted, restraining myself from saying “the hell with it” and taking over.
“Touching myself for you always makes me want you so bad.”
“Yeah?” I unzipped my pants and pulled my boxer briefs down a bit to spring my dick free. Yeah… I was ready.
“Yes, Sir.”
Each upward thrust of her fingers was met with a downward swing of her hips bringing her closer to the edge. Her moans turned into groans. Groans into the best fucking purring I’d ever heard.
“Fuck, angel. You’re making me so hard.”
She raised her fingers of her free hand to her mouth and sucked two of her fingers into her mouth. Her moans grew louder, her hips moved wilder, and her cunt dripped. It was all for me. I stroked my shaft and it seemed to push her into overdrive. Louder moans and whimpers flowed from her quivering lips. It was time.
“Come for me, girl.” I was so aroused that my voice was strained.
“Ye-s Sir.” She screamed so loud that I gripped my cock to keep from coming.
It was one of those feel good orgasms that made her keep pumping her fingers. I slid between her legs and stroked her clit making her spiral into another orgasm. She was limp and drifting when I picked her up and headed to the bedroom where the good shit would happen. I figured she should be comfortable when I fucked the little energy that she had left out of her.
I laid her down and stripped off my clothes. She watched through heavy lids.
“Is that kitty ready for more?”
Angel spread her legs and nodded. “Please.”
She didn’t know what she was asking for but I was about to show her.
His fingers were deep inside me stroking a fire that he controlled. He was using his other hand to stroke his hard flesh. I wanted it. Badly. I licked my lips wanting to suck him off or ride him until he released inside me.
“See something you want?”
I growled in frustration. He wouldn’t let me come and I wasn’t allowed to touch his erection. I wanted it. Needed it.
I whined. “Please, Sir.”
“No. Bad girls aren’t allowed to touch my cock.”
I slapped the bed beside me.
“Temper tantrums are what put you in this position. Do you think you should be throwing another?”
“I’m sorry. I won’t… ooooh!” I moaned. He was taking me higher and my hips welcomed the thrusts of his fingers. What was I saying?
“I don’t trust the promises of a greedy girl.”
I wanted to touch him and my hands sought him but I stopped them, needing to follow his instruction. This was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I was a fiend and he was the best drug. Who could deny that?
As the spasms wrecked, my eyes were heavy, and I licked my lips again. “Please let me suck you.”
“No.” What did he mean “no”?
Frustrated I reached for him and when I was almost there, his facial expression of a disappointed scowl was enough to make me freeze. I gripped my hair feeling insane. I was getting angry but still I rode his fingers. They weren’t as amazing as his lovely penis but a girl had to deal with what she got.
“Girls that throw hissy fits don’t deserve to feel my dick inside them.”
I panted wanting it. Every time he said no, I wanted it more. Maybe I didn’t deserve it. Maybe I should act better. Maybe I shouldn’t have pulled all of my clothes out of the closet because I couldn’t find what I wanted to wear. Maybe I should have controlled my anxiety better. After being scolded, I’d cleaned it all up and made it nice and pretty. That was a start, right?
I saw a bit of cum shoot from him and I leaned forward. He shook his head no as he removed his fingers from my dripping cunt. He sniffed the fingers that he’d used to fuck me and switched hands, jerking with my juices on his hand. I wanted to object. I wanted him to use me instead. I was jealous. It was upsetting yet so flipping sexy. I was mesmerized by how he enjoyed me without—me. I watched as he came, making a mess on his thighs, groin, and stomach. It could have been inside me but maybe he’d let me clean him? His eyes were closed and he was savoring the moment. Conflict ricocheted through my mind. I wanted him to always find his pleasure, I just wanted it to be with me.
When he was finished, he pulled a towel from behind him and wiped away the evidence of his orgasm. I pouted silently. How could he just…?
“Go get cleaned up. We have to get to dinner and on time. Your clothes are hanging on the back of the bathroom door.”
I nodded and scurried away. I wiped the tear from my face as the punishment finally hit home. I turned on the water of the shower and felt Him enter the bathroom. I turned facing him.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered.
He nodded and walked over to me. The simple kiss to my forehead warmed me. He followed it with kisses to my nose, cheeks, and finally a long lingering kiss to my lips.
“Get dressed.” With that he walked out.
I got in the shower not wanting to waste any more time. I thought about his body as he came and how it arched into his hand. A hand that was coated in me. He’d wanted me just as badly, if not more. There was satisfaction in that. Mhm… His.
He pulled up to the garage 10 minutes late, yet I was still excited to see him. The purr of his hog always made me wet because of what it symbolized. I knew what he wore before I saw him. All black: black pants, black tee, black leather jacket, black leather boots, and he was riding on a Harley that was all black and chrome. He controlled all that power, and maneuvered it with ease.
Til The Next Time
He was just driving through on a run which meant he had little time to play games.
Two months. Two weeks. Three days. 1 hour. 37 minutes. 22… 23… 24… 25 seconds since the last dose I had of Him. And I was beyond ready. I’d driven an hour to get to this spot at the right time. I didn’t know when the next time I’d see him was so I treated each visit like it was my last.
I leaned against my car wearing nothing but a red fitted dress. No panties. No bra. Like I said, there was no time to waste. He pulled up a few spaces a way and cut the engine. His slow sexy gait was the sexiest strip tease. He threw his jacket over the seat of his bike and took off his tee throwing it on top of the jacket. There were rules and I had to wait til he got to me before I could jump him. Anticipation took over my body like a boiling pot of water almost spilling over.
He stopped just before he neared me and searched the parking garage for any sign of life. When it passed his inspection, he closed the gap and my arms went around his neck. Our lips connected and fireworks exploded around us. I moaned into his mouth as he ravaged mine.
He lifted me onto the hood of the car and parted my legs. Yes! I screamed silently. I heard a zipper and then he awakened every nerve in my pussy as he entered me quick and hard. I threw my head back and screamed as I shattered around him.
“Fuck!” I swore.
He moved inside of me taking me to higher heights. Thrusting. Fucking. Humping. I held on riding him with just as much passion and abandon as he. Skin slapping echoed through the garage and I licked my lips, loving the sound of us. He ripped the bust area of my dress as he freed my breasts and I felt his mouth and teeth immediately pulling, tugging, and sucking. I whined loving it all and needing more.
“Yes, Sir. Please!”
Slaps to my ass made me groan. I tilted my hips to accommodate more of him. I felt him in a different way that made my body spasm. That spot. So delicious. Wicked. I closed my eyes and the sensations damn near drowned me.
I felt his hand slide between us and then his fingers lightly thumbed my clit pushing me closer to the brink. Faster. Harder. I fought for air as I shook. A sharp pinch forced the loudest scream from my throat. He covered my mouth with his quickly swallowing the rest of my cries.
He leaned forward, taking me with him. He spread me wide and pounded my quaking muscles. Squirts of pleasure covered his groin and bare stomach. I gripped his shoulders and dragged my nails against him before digging in. It was his turn to shiver and while grunting his release, filling me with his seed.
“Damn girl. So… good!”
I smiled with my eyes closed savoring the feel of him wrapped around me. Yes, this was an abandoned garage. No, it didn’t feel cheap or less intimate. I was with him and he was with me. It was perfect. He kissed me slowly and I felt his desire for me. Light moans of content were exchanged. No promises just raw emotion.
I heard a group of hogs approaching and knew our time was almost up. He pulled away hesitantly trailing kisses down the center of my body. He fixed my clothes as he went. He ended between my legs lapping at my pussy until I came for him once more. I ached for more of him but that wouldn’t happen. He fixed his pants while I sat up. He kissed me deeply and I sighed against him.
“Burn for me, girl.”
I nodded. I always did. Thoughts of him kept me aflame and I let it until the next time. I heard revving and knew it was code for him to exit. He kissed me once more before backing away. I slid from the car and hopped inside. Once he straddled his bike and put on his shirt and jacket, I blew him a kiss. Per our ritual, he grabbed the kiss and put it into his breast pocket and winked. He waited for me to pull out and he followed. I drove toward home and the crew of bikers followed me to the highway led by Him. Once I was on the ramp, there was a loud roar signaling their departure. I looked in the mirror to see the others gone, except Him. He watched me. I blew my horn just before he was out of sight and he drove off too. Leaving me until the next time and I’d wait. I always did.
I walked into the room slowly, expecting him to attack at any moment. He sat down in the same chair that he’d occupied earlier. I watched as he sipped amber liquid from a glass calmly. He waited for my next move and so did I. I didn’t know where this would go since I couldn’t find his submissive girl that was somewhere inside of me. Inhale. Exhale.
“I can’t do this.” I thought at the same time that I turned around to walk out.
“Afraid?”
The one word stopped me cold. Challenged me. Ignited a different fire within. Bastard.
“Of you? Never.”
“Then where are you going, little girl?” He proposed the question as if it only made sense.
I heard the sound of the glass meeting a hard surface as he sat it down. I felt him approach and his warmth nestled my ass as he wrapped his arm around my waist. He pulled my head against his shoulder while kissing my neck. I heard a zipper and knew what that revealed. Hard male phallus nestled in the seam of my derriere.
“Should I take you here?” His thumb teased my puckered opening.
I arched into his teasing strokes and he chuckled. “Greedy.”
He lowered his cock to the opening of my soaked cunt and my breathing became erratic. “Maybe we’re on to something. You seem to want to be filled and fucked.”
I groaned and pulled away from his hold. Every word sounded like mockery to my current state of mind. I faced him and growled. His serious expression was lethal. “Watch it, baby. I bite too.”
My eyebrow rose and he took it as a challenge. My back met cold wall as he pushed me against it with his hand at my throat. I smacked him hard and his chest rose and fell as he groaned loud. His lips met mine and I fought. He pinned me to the wall with my hands above my head. Challenged by the move, I used my body to try to push him away. He pulled at my lips with his teeth and moaned in response. The pain fed me in the best of ways.
He leaned down biting along my chest and I shivered. I knew he was winning and it angered… My thought was cut off the moment that my nipple entered his mouth. He pulled each constricted bud with his teeth until the pain was the only thing I could feel. Pushing me towards my pain threshold took away the fighting thoughts and replaced them with something else. Something… He licked and sucked my sensitive peaks making me writhe. He knew that I could come this way and he used it to his benefit.
“Oh yes!” I moaned.
His hold on my arms loosened and then I felt his hands on my hips gripping them. He turned me facing the wall, spread my legs, and entered me quickly. My legs trembled as they endured the spasms and fought to hold me up. I reached back pulling him deeper inside. Friction had never felt so good. He spanked me as he rode me while barking displeasure. I’d been bad and he was punishing my cunt with his malicious attack with his hard dick. I welcomed it and his painfully deep strokes. At first I thought I was imagining, it but then I felt dripping sex down my other leg. I shouldn’t have been surprised since the sound of wet pussy being pounded echoed through the room along with our grunts of passion. Realization created more desire and I arched my back further inviting him in. My nipples were so hard that they hurt and the sensations flooded me until all I could do was feel.
“Give in to me. Feel me.”
“Yours!” He’d managed to temper me to the point that my body dictated my actions instead of my mind. It was a delicious feeling.
This was about getting off. And while his dominance was still present, it wasn’t overbearing. He’d brought me back to the moment and I was living in it. Quaking, shaking, and climbing to a mountainous orgasm that I knew would be my undoing. I closed my eyes hoping to find my footing but it only made things worse. A blinding orgasm knocked the wind from me and though my eyes had opened widely, I couldn’t see a damn thing. Shock at the intensity made me speechless and still. A hard bite to my shoulder brought me back to the moment just before another orgasm ripped through me.
Tears poured down my face. I was still being deliciously fucked. My body was slick with sweat. My body convulsed and my chest was pressed against the wall to hold me in place. All I could do was take and give and he sought the deepest desires. My head heavy, rested on the wall as my reality drifted away. Far, far, far away…
Gentle strokes to my hip stirred me from my dreams. I’d had one of the best dreams of domination and submission but I guess it was time to get back to reality. Heat surrounded me and I moaned. If I moved to one side, the warmth at the other side disappeared. I groaned wanting both. I felt a light kiss on my shoulder and I moaned. Another kiss pulled at my lips and I shivered. The torment continued until I opened my eyes to see Him. Another kiss across my back drew my attention to the sassy girl behind me. That’s when it dawned on me. It wasn’t a dream.
Fingers stroked my body sweetly as my legs were spread and one went over His hip. I leaned back against the girl awakening my body while he entered my tender folds. I pulled her mouth to mine, controlling the kiss that she submitted. She whimpered while grazing my nipples with her fingertips. His thrusts were sure and he used me to rock out his desires. He strummed my clit as I milked him. I slid one hand behind me pinching and pulling her clit until she gripped me tightly in need.
“Come for me.” I whispered against her lips.
Her orgasm set off mine and His until we were a cluster fuck of gasping sexed fools. I groaned, reveling in satisfaction. I sunk into the pillow once again finding sleep with the biggest smile plastered to my face. Yes!
He’d ordered me to masturbate for him. Okay. I’d gotten undressed and gotten right to the point. Legs spread; I sat with pillows supporting my back. He’d given me my favorite bullet and I’d pressed it to my sweet spot. In less time than normal, I was ready to shoot off. I asked for permission and was taken back by his response.
“No.”
I opened my eyes and looked to see a scowl on his face. I removed the vibe from my clit and pretended not to be hurt. It was the first time that I’d masturbated in front of anyone and he didn’t seem to be happy about it. I swallowed and tried to control the panic.
****
Shit! I knew she was timid about sex but I didn’t expect the one word to make her freeze up. I jumped to action getting her to calm. Once I’d gotten her to breathe it was time to talk her through it. I looked over her beautiful body and wondered how she’d never been appreciated before. It didn’t matter; it was every other fucker’s miss and my victory. It was time that I showed her the power of a woman.
“Lay down.” I instructed.
Gingerly, she got back into position. I could see panic starting to build so I cut it off the best way I knew how. I kissed her stupid. Lips crushed, tongues soothed, and her hands grabbed at me the more I deepened the kiss until she was breathless. I pulled away and she was one damn sexy bitch in heat. Perfect.
“Start at your ears and stroke your skin. Lightly. Teasingly. Draw out your need.”
I watched as she awakened her body. It was the best fucking thing she’d ever done. Before, her movements were robotic and unstimulating. There was a race that I’m sure she would have finished first in. This was different. I could actually see her body respond to her touch. I watched her body arch into the caresses, unable to wait for the next sensation. I leaned over and stroked her nipples the same way that she had. Her moan feverishly grew louder making me painfully aware of how hard I’d gotten.
“You know that you’re doing it right when the person watching you just has to touch too. That’s when you know that you’re un-fucking-resistible. Teasing is an art. My beautiful girl, you’ve got it in spades. Allow yourself to let go and just feel and you could be the Mistress of Seduction.”
Her movements progressively got bolder, wilder. I stepped back to watch her in action. I wanted to see all of her. When her legs parted to explore her forbidden fruit, I groaned. She was swollen, ripe, and ready to be feasted. Her berry had produced some of the finest wine and I fought not to taste it. She needed to let this play out fully but when it was over, the rules to this game were over. I’d take her as I pleased. I growled and she shivered in response. Shit!
Her clumsy discovery became sure and precise. She didn’t even notice that she didn’t need that damn bullet of hers. Her hips ground against her finger tips and she mewled the most delightful sounds. She whimpered for more that only she could control and she didn’t even realize it. She worked herself up into a frenzy and her moans became second nature, a slave to her orgasm. I sat beside her to watch her alluring features contort into something exquisitely carnal. Primal. Lustful.
I was so drawn by her spell that I didn’t realize her hand moving over my groin until she cupped my man package. I hissed. My dick was so hard that it was painful against the inside of my jeans. She unzipped then unbuttoned them, freeing it into her stroking hand. A boldness I’d never seen from her was present. That powerful woman within her was out front and center. She licked the tip of my cock and then pulled it into her mouth lubricating it well. I stood and her hand took over. I leaned down to test her pussy and was pleasantly surprised at how wet she was. I groaned and began to fuck her with my fingers. Her fingers struggled to hold on to my dick when I hit a sweet spot.
Her body begged for more, needing to find release. I worked her over until her hand had fallen to the bed and she gripped the sheets. Sweat covered, she tossed her head back and forth searching for more. She was so close that I could feel her energy taking over the room. So damn hot that I wanted to say screw the masturbating and fuck her senseless right now.
“Ah, little vixen. You have no idea how difficult it is to not just fuck you right now.”
“Please fuck me!” She groaned out.
I thumped her clit with my thumb while fucking her with my fingers and she flew apart. I moved between her legs and entered her quickly. I used her trembling muscles to pull milk my dick. I ground into her deep and quick. I got to the brink quickly and held nothing back. Her body was the vessel I was using to get off. She’d created the monster tearing into her body without second thought and she needed to feel it. Her body quaked against me again as she succumbed to another orgasm. It pushed me over and I emptied inside her and collapsed on top of her. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Minutes later, I rolled over her and she snuggled up at my side.
“How’d I do that time?” Her face held a cunning expression but her eyes were unsure.
“I thought it was obvious when I started fucking you senseless.” I chuckled lazily.
Her smile spread across her face along with a blush that couldn’t be hidden. So goddamn sexy. Mhm…
Waking up to an empty bed and stiff dick is the worst damn feeling when you have the need to fuck. Must be Monday. Any other day of the week and her sweet lips would be here welcoming me to a new day. Brighter fucking morning when you’re drained by her mouth and coffee placed in your hand as she says “Have a good day, Sir.”
Mondays though, I’m left to suffer without her while she goes to her early workout class. Yoga or another. All I know is that I’d have no issues getting up an hour early to work her out. Reasons of workout buddy commitments don’t seem like reason enough. She has a greater purpose and tending to me is a high priority. I’ll admit, I’m a man that wants what he wants, when he wants. So being denied doesn’t sit well for me, but I spoil my angel and giving her this day is the least that I can do.
The image of her sweet face, sexy almond eyes, lips made for sucking me, and her wicked tongue only makes my situation worse. Harder. I can easily feel her mouth around me so I lower my hand under the sheet and close my eyes. Shit! I love how she looks up at me seeking approval as she lavishes me with that skillful tongue of hers.
But nothing beats when she closes her eyes and swallows me. Not because I’m in her throat but because she enjoys it so much that she closes her eyes to savor the damn moment. Tightening my grip, images start running through my mind of her on her knees shining me.
I use my hand to cup my sac and massage it while beating. The sounds of skin milking skin forces memories of her cunt gripping me as I slide balls deep inside her. It always makes her wetter. Without much movement, I reach into the drawer beside me and grab the lube. A squirt later I feel her wetness covering me as I began stroking my dick again. Twisting and pulsing movements make me throw my head back arching into my hand, her cunt.
“Please!” I hear her beg and my pace quickens. Her back arches into me taking more.
Tingling pricks race over my unoccupied hand while thinking about spanking her as her cunt swallows me. She’s a good girl and she fucking knows it. Suddenly her back slants downward with her head on the bed as I go even deeper. Holy Hell. Pumping instinctually, I lose me self in her folds and I’m happy to do so. She’s mine and the thought of marking her with my seed urges me buck wildly inside her. Hurting her isn’t an issue since she knows how to get my attention.
“Fuck, girl!” I groan out, barely able to voice my delight.
“Yours!” She screams and I nod while trying to breathe, grunt, and groan at the same time.
So. Fucking. Close.
“Sir, your girl needs it. Please cum, make me yours!”
Works every god damn time. Like rocket I shoot off. Liquid lust squirting up my groin and stomach. She turns toward me and begins licking, sucking me dry. Gasping and panting is the only thing I’m capable of as my body numbs out from the tension release. Fuck! The only thing better would have been if she was here to do the damn deed herself instead of her in my fantasy.
I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling wondering what she left me for breakfast. Pulling a cloth from the bedside chest, I clean myself and hands. Showering takes no time and once I’m fitted and ready to head to work, I walk into the kitchen whistling “Sex on Fire” and see a note on the counter.
“Sir, I hope Masturbation Monday was fun. Breakfast and lunch are in the fridge, ready to go. All your fixings are in your coffee tumbler, pour the waiting hot coffee and go. See you for dinner. Your angel.”
Like I said. I want what I want, and she’s fucking amazing!
I blinked at the line of plastic indicators. All 12 of them said the same thing in one way or another. Pluses, double lines, and words popped up on the little screen. One even flashed it to my attention. There was no turning back. I didn’t believe the first two tests that came in the same box. No, they had to be faulty. But 12 more later, different brands, shapes, color scales, and even random wait times later, it was confirmed. I sighed in defeat. This wasn’t a part of the agreement. Agreeing to be His didn’t include pregnancy. We are in sync and enjoying the relationship as it is. There was no room for a baby. After trial and a lot of error, I’d finally gotten it right this time. Found someone that made me cherish my submission enough for me to offer it without worry. This couldn’t be happening.
The happiness that I should be feeling was there, somewhere buried under what “ifs” and “why now’s”. I sighed sitting on the toilet with the seat cool against my bum cheeks. My hands were locked together covering my mouth. I shook as I thought over my reality. The scary part was that I wanted it. Not because I don’t believe in abortion but because it was His. My gift of submission was being rewarded with a present of life. He’d never spoken of children, marriage, and forever. We lived in the current and had always been safe. Except…
I remembered it clear as the air I breathed. Several weeks ago, the condom I’d declared faulty had not only broken but put me in my current predicament. He’d mentioned nothing about the possibilities that had unfolded. He’d simply cleaned us, retrieved the broken pieces, cleaned me again, and cuddled. Who really knew what that meant? I sighed again and hoped that I could get through tonight before I had to tell him. I’d planned a really nice seduction scene but the initial agenda didn’t include an aftercare with confessions of the unplanned pregnancy.
Everything was already in place; I just needed to get my ass in gear. I cleared the counter in one swipe into the garbage can and put it underneath the sink. Out of sight, out of mind; hopefully. I showered letting the water soothe me. Rivulets of water cascaded over my body as the shower head jet strands of liquid resolve over me. Squeaky, I got out of and toweled off. I took extra care of using honeydew and melon oil to scent and moisturize me skin. It was His favorite, marking me as edible. I shivered as it dawned on me that I would be powerless in just a couple of hours. It stirred something deep yet felt peaceful too.
I sat out both wine glasses on the table while cooling the bottle in the chiller. Dinner had been in the crock-pot since this morning. Beef stew perfumed the air and the bread was waiting to be warmed with the basil butter I’d made earlier in the week. The night I’d planned was perfect but now I didn’t know how I was going to manage it with the heavy news on my shoulder. I took my glass from the table and poured cranberry juice to the rim. I took several sips before heading to the window to sit where I got lost in the view, biding my time until He came home.
***
“Isn’t that a sight for sore eyes.”
I turned to see Him watching me carefully. I looked over at the clock realizing just how much time had passed. My thoughts had taken over channeling out everything else. I turned, sitting my glass down on the sill, and kneeled before him.
“I’m sorry. Time got away from me.”
“It’s okay. What are you cooking? It smells amazing.”
“Your favorite. Beef stew.”
A hearty groan of approval sounded. I smiled needing his affirmation. He stepped closer and stroked my hair as I leaned onto his thigh. Perfection.
“It looks like someone wants to play hard.”
I smiled again knowing that he’d finally noticed the toys I’d laid out for him. I needed to be pushed and he’d given me permission to pick his weapons of destruction.
“Want to tell me what’s going on before we start?”
I shook my head hoping to skip the semantics. The silence was a giveaway that I’d better provide answers. I sighed.
“I’m stressed.”
“About?”
I opened my mouth to tell him and nothing came out. Tears rolled down my face but I didn’t move or speak. I knew in this moment that I couldn’t go any further. It was time to confess. The honesty that we’d built in our communication deserved more than a partial truth. His hand pulled my hair tipping my head back. There was no hiding my emotions from him and I didn’t try to once he’d exposed them. Lips devoured mine making me shiver and cry harder. I poured all of my emotion in to the one single kiss hoping that it wouldn’t be the last time. Tongues clashed and he took control as easily as taking candy from a baby. Baby…
He pulled away kissing over my neck and shoulders. It was gentile, loving, and possessive all at the same time. I couldn’t help but to sober a bit as he laid claim. By the time that he’d gotten to my nipple and sucked, I’d forgotten the issue. My brain was short circuited completely when he pulled each one with his teeth adding pressure. Being sensitive there, the pain shook my core quickly giving me nowhere to hide. I wanted him.
“Please.” I begged for more.
He pulled away and squatted in front of me. “You will please me, but first my girl is going to tell me what bothers her so much.”
I opened my eyes staring into the most intense gaze I’d ever seen. It wasn’t scary or intimidating. It radiated strength and love, warmth and firmness, dedication and honesty. It was a reflection of what I gave him and I knew it was time. No more holding back. I took his free hand and moved it down the center of my body until it reached my stomach and I held it there firmly. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
“Every Master needs an understudy.”
He looked at me studying my expression. Openly, I returned the emotion I saw in his eyes, hoping I wasn’t imagining it. The corner of his lips turned upwards and his boyish grin was a good indication of how our son would look.
“Every submissive needs to find new ways to give more of herself.”
“Yes, Sir. I have.”
“And it’s so fucking beautiful.”
Warmth exploded over me and I squealed. He let go of my hair just as I jumped onto him, knocking him over, onto the floor. I kissed him repeatedly and he chuckled. I stared down at him and he looked up into my eyes.
“Did you think I wouldn’t be happy?”
I blushed and looked away from his gaze.
“Punishing you tonight will be the highlight of my day.” He remarked before spanking my bare ass.
I squeaked, caught off guard.
“Yes, Sir.”
He rolled us over pinning me to the floor. I moaned, submitting fully to the sexiest man in the planet. He stared down at me as he ground his pant cladded hips into my bare ones. His bulge signaled just how much he wanted me. He released one hand to unfasten his pants and to slide inside of me in one sweep. I’d wanted him all day despite my nervousness. Holding me down had focused all of my desire to the pulsing muscles in my cunt. I was beyond ready. I arched my back at the intrusion welcoming every inch of him.
“No need for a condom is there?”
“No Sir.” I whispered.
My body already had spasms wrecking it. He tilted his hips, realigning mine. I felt him deeper than I could ever recall. He put his hands back into mine pinning me completely. As he worked his hips grinding into me I felt marked. It was the first time that we’d never used protection. The sentiment wasn’t lost on me, giving meaning to the new tears sliding into the hair at my temples. Deep thrusts were welcomed by my body. I quivered, barely able to hang on to the lust building inside.
“You’re mine. Your body is mine. The child growing inside of you is mine. Your desires belong to me. Your happiness, it’s mine too.”
“Yes!” I moaned loudly. “Please, may I?”
He leaned down to my ear and his panting drove me insane with need. I was so wet, coating us with enough of my nectar to feed an army. Finally, he spoke between gritted teeth.
“You’ll come with me. Only then will I allow you to release your need for me. Mine!”
Harder he took me. Faster. Wilder. It was so intense that I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. His hips bucked and he snarled as his released took over his body. Right there with him, I gave in to the call of his seed.
“Yours!” I screamed while releasing.
“Fuck!” I shouted. Another orgasm ripped from him and I whimpered encouragingly.
Time moved, we didn’t. Gasping, panting, and trying to ride the high of the best sex. Eventually, he rolled to my side and pulled me close. I nestled in and closed my eyes content.
“You’re still getting punished tonight. Right after I finish up the beef stew.”
I smiled. “Yes, Sir.”
“That wasn’t wine in that glass was it? Another infraction?”
On my knees I waited. It seemed to be that I’d never earn his touch. I knew that he was nearby because his scent drifted to me with every breeze from the open window. My eyes were shielded by the thick material that he’d placed around my head to cover just my sight. Even then, I’d been deprived from his touch. I’d whined but he continued going about his way. The leather restraints were lined with the smoothest material and the only caresses that I’d endured.
I wore only a red sheer sheet that covered everything but left nothing to his imagination. Why was red chosen? Not because it was his favorite color but because I looked sinful to him in it. The kind of sin that drew people back to it repeatedly, that’s what he always said. I was happy to know that wherever he was, he was struggling just as much as I. That is what gave me the strength I’d sought. I rested back on my heels just before griping my restraints and lowering my top half to the floor with my hands in front of my head. There, I waited.
I heard the hiss from his lips and my swollen with need cunt began to throb essentially. More dripping nectar displayed just how badly I wanted him. He approached me slowly, so slowly that my nipples tightened in anticipation. Ached. When he finally reached me, he lifted my head until I met his lips. He took from me what I desperately gave, abusing my lips with his frenzied kisses. Reveling in his attentions, I whimpered needing his touch more than I could ever explain. His hand found my neck and griped it, pulling me to my feet. I followed being led more so by his lips and hold than any reality.
His hand parted my thighs, his fingers my folds. He groaned into my mouth feeling just how much I needed him. He pulled on my clit, spanked it, and pinched it. My legs went weak but his hold on me kept me from falling. Again, he repeated his actions until my cunt was so sensitive that each action pulled me further under his command. I trembled, distraught and painfully aware of how close to the brink he was drawing me. He griped my cunt in his hand, holding on to me while he spanked my ass until it too was tender. My hands rested against his chest and my head was thrown back in exotic misery.
I was shifted and sat on top of a hard surface. The sheer material was pulled from me awakening the skin in its path. I sat awkwardly, a bit drunk until I felt his mouth around my nipple. I groaned loud and he teased and taunted it until its peek was stiffened. When his lips were removed I felt a bite replacing it. I squealed and squirmed trying to fight the clover from its hold. The firm slap against my thigh stilled me. I felt the other nipple as he pulled it into his mouth. It was hard to enjoy it as much knowing what was to come but the sinister bastard was prepared for that. He sucked and pulled my nipple with his teeth drawing my aroused state to the front of my mind.
I wreathed against him panting. Just when I thought I’d tip the scale, he removed his mouth and attached the second clamp. It took everything in me not to squirm. He pulled the connecting chain and the tears spilled forth. The space around my nose allowed them to stream. I felt his warm tongue as he licked my tears from my lips before they reached the crease of my lips. He groaned in approval before placing the chain between my lips for me to hold.
I shook harder and hoped that I could remain still. He pulled me from the table and then bent me over it. I raised my head pulling my nipples unintentionally, wincing. I had no time to recover as he entered me hard and in one go. My orgasm reemerged and rode me hard. I held on tightly hoping to last. My ponytail was grabbed and pulled at the same time that his hand wrapped around my throat. My orgasm ripped through me and I lost conscious thought of anything as pain and pleasure filled me. I gripped my hands into fists that would probably leave bruises, my nails drawing blood. I flew, riding the endorphins and the clouds that distorted my sense of reality for who knows how long.
Strong hands massaged my muscles, I moaned wondering if this is what heaven was like. I struggled to open my eyes but I felt my lips being pulled. I opened for a kiss and tasted him along with something chocolate coating his tongue. I moaned trying to get more. The combination was wicked and I knew now what he meant about being sinful.
“More.” I begged when he pulled away.
He chuckled. “My ravenous girl.”
I nodded and waited. I wasn’t disappointed when he kissed me again. When I realized my hands were still cuffed, I put them around his neck locking him in place. He chuckled against my lips and rolled on top of me. I moaned in approval. Sinful!
The angle was all wrong, there wasn’t enough bite, and my frustration was making the moment cold. The sigh that escaped my lips sounded just as defeated as I felt. I turned the vibe off and sat down on the bed that I’d been arched over in a sour mood. I’d tried to create the same high that I’d experienced with Him and it fell flat. The spanking wasn’t the same. I growled and turned suddenly when I heard chuckling behind me.
“How’d that work out for you?” I glared at Him and then without a second thought it transformed into a pout.
“That won’t help you either.”
“But…”
“No buts… you know how I feel about brats.”
I sat quietly toying with my hair. I looked up to see him looking at the vibe on the bed. I blushed and looked away.
“What exactly were you doing?”
I knew modesty and lies would get me nowhere. I looked him dead on and spoke. “I wanted to be spanked while masturbating but when I tried it, it didn’t feel the same as when you do it.”
He chuckled. “Poor girl. And you didn’t ask me to join because…?”
“You were busy.”
“Bend over.”
“But…”
“Bend. Over.” His command registered in all the right places.
I bent over slowly and put my ass toward him, holding on to the railing. He took his time sliding his fingers over my body. I relaxed into his caress closing my eyes.
“Turn your vibe to the highest setting. You’ll have to your count of 20 to come. You will count off every spank. If you lose count, no orgasm.”
I groaned and grabbed the vibe. I placed it on my clit on the highest setting. I began moving it over my lips and folds awakening my cunt fully.
“Hold on, wetness.”
I prepared myself but when that first strike was delivered it was more than I’d imagined. I gasped as the pain radiated into please.
“Are we ending so soon?”
I whimpered. “1, Sir.”
“That must have been good. We know how much you hate Sir.”
More strikes landed. “2, 3, 4, 5, 6!”
My cheeks were aching and I still had 14 more to go. The vibrator slid over my cunt through my dripping folds. This was what I needed. I moaned riding the vibrator and bucking against it. His hands wrapped around my throat and I shivered. I closed my eyes zoning everything out but him.
“7, 8, 9, Mmm… please. 10, 11, 12 oooooh!”
I pressed the vibe harder against my clit and the pain from the over-stimulation made me spiral into a fit of orgasms.
His hand was waiting. “13. 14. 15.” I panted. Must. Keep. Counting.
“16. Sir! 17. 18. 19.” I ground out through clenched teeth.
“YES! 20!” I screamed. I collapsed dropping the vibe from my cunt. The spasms shook every cell in my body making me a babbling, moaning mess.
I cuddled my pillow and let my body process as it may. I hummed in relief.
He crawled in bed next to me pulling me into his arms. I snuggled closer welcoming his embrace.
“Better?”
I cooed in response. “Yes.”
“Good. Next time…” He paused.
“Next time I’ll ask.”
“Good girl.”
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