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…
Sassy. That’s what I called her. It wasn’t because of her mouth but more so her attitude. Her demeanor. It didn’t help that she looked like a pin-up girl at all times. Her fire red lips called to me and so I kissed her. Slowly at first but then the hunger that I’d held at bay all day took over. I pushed her against the frame of the bed until she fell backwards onto it.
She looked up at me breathless and I raised my eyebrow at her. Her lips, parted, made me want to put something between them. I took the red scarf from around my neck and leaned down to gag her, reinforcing it with a knot behind her head. Helpless eyes, heavy with curiosity of the unknown, stared back at me challenging me to take her to new heights. I removed her panties and tossed them to the floor. No need for them.
“Rules…”
She nodded. Listening. Eager.
“Keep your body open to me.”
She spread her legs and put her arms above her head before giving a firm nod.
“Your orgasms belong to me.”
Sassy closed her eyes. I watched as she swallowed. She knew that orgasm control was my forte. I could drag it on for hours or force so many from her that they hurt. Which part of the scale I’d tip today wasn’t part of the information provided. When she opened her eyes, I knew that she was ready to move on. Good girl.
“The only restraints provided today will be up here.” I tapped her head and she groaned. It was something she loved and hated. It was a test to her willingness to please me versus the natural reaction to run from your tormentor.
I slid my fingers inside of her and was greeted with warmth, wetness, and her gripping walls. She looked behind me and I smacked her thigh.
“Eyes on me.” I knew she was a bit shy but as of today, she’d have to get over it.
I stroked her while kissing over her neck, shoulders, and nibbling on her ear. She relaxed into me and panted as her heart rate escalated. Her hands griped the bed as she fought the urge to touch me. I chuckled loving how much she was into it already. I bit the side of her neck hard and her cunt shivered. I twisted my fingers inside of her while thrusting and she moaned louder. Wetness coated my entire hand letting on to just how much she appreciated the ministrations to her. I drove her closer and closer to her orgasm and just before she tipped I pulled away. She knew better than to beg but her moans echoed through the room conveying just how close she had been.
I kissed up her body until I reached her gagged mouth. I made quick work of untying it before taking her mouth. I grabbed a handful of hair, forcing her head to tilt up toward my mouth. I took just as much as she gave and she mewled in defeat. I pulled away and she followed my lips. I chuckled at how needy she was. I gave her a bit more before slapping her thigh firmly before pulling away. She closed her eyes and groaned.
“You’ll pay for that, minx.”
“But it was well worth it, M’Lady.”
“We shall see.”
I removed her bra and a set of clovers pinched her hardened and swollen nipples. I hummed my approval at her following the instructions given before she’d gotten here. I walked over to the chair that held my matching floggers. I swung them loosely in the air and stretched my shoulders and arms. It was time. I turned around and was stunned momentarily by the view in front of me. My sassy minx lay sprawled out for my use, ready for more. In the corner, off to the side of me He sat watching, observing. Unable to keep away, I walked over to him and kissed him deeply. He slid his hand over my ass and then gripped it tightly. I tapped the side of his face with my hand playfully before pulling away and wagging a finger at him. The chastisement caused him to shake his head. Playful or not, I knew I’d pay for it later. I could only wait.
I turned toward my sassy girl and whirled my floggers in the air. Her eyes widened and fear ignited her arousal taking it up a few notches. The lips of her pussy were glistening, wet, and swollen. I watched as her fingers gripped the sheets even tighter. I leaned down sucking her clit into my mouth and sucking it until she was once again facing an orgasm that she wouldn’t get just yet.
“Be a good girl.” I told her before the corded lashes stung her skin with the first double succession.
She breathed in and out deeply. Her pain tolerance was high and I wanted to make her feel me quickly. Thighs, hips, cunt, and then breasts were the pattern that I stuck to. The deeper she breathed the more I quickened the rain of strikes. Her skin reddened, blushing in appreciation. I watched her face and body for cues of any and everything as I struck her over and over. Her groans grew lighter and lighter until she was silent. One strong and hard swat to her cunt made her scream.
“Breathe!” I chastised.
“Yes! Yes!” Tears flowed from her eyes down to the bed. Her hands limply held on to the sheets.
“Good, good sassy girl.”
Her reddened cunt dripped with the finest ambrosia. Her legs shook from the hold that she had on them to keep them in place. Though they’d started off as flat, they’d bent digging her feet into the mattress. Now they too were limp but still parted. Disciplined in the best of ways. I leaned over her, pressing into her heated skin. Her eyes were glazed over illustrating just how much of those endorphins she was feeling.
As I took off the clover clamps on her nipples, I commanded firmly. “Come for me.”
Her brain took a beat to catch on but then pain registered loud and clear. Her eyes widened and she screamed loudly as the orgasm pounded through her. I entered her with three fingers headed straight for her g-spot where I tapped against it insistently. Her weakened grip sought the sheets again as another orgasm threatened to shred the bit of sanity that she had left.
“Again, little minx.”
Her babbled cries were the response as she succumbed to my demands. Not finished with her, I slowly rolled her over onto her stomach. She hissed when her nipples grazed the bed.
“Glad that I have your attention.”
I picked up the flogger and rained even more blows to her ass. She arched into them spreading her legs to meet the sting. Her cries became wails of submission as she begged and pleaded for more. I dropped the floggers and climbed on the bed spreading her wide before entering her with the dick that was strapped to my waist. Together, we were in a zone. One that only included her and I. Though I’d pushed her, she was giving more to me than I ever expected and the fuel burned rapidly through me. I needed this just as much as she did. I noticed every movement. Every breath. I anticipated her responses and she delivered flawlessly. My skin tingled, hyper-aware of everything, especially her.
“Thank you!” She screamed as I fucked her hard and deep. Her thighs quaked against mine and I knew she was close once again.
I reached forward and grabbed a fist full of hair pulling her into each stroke.
“M’Lady, please! May I come for you? Your… girl… needs… you!” Her request was guttural and heady. Raw. Animalistic.
“Yes.” I commanded.
Her body relaxed to the point that she collapsed. Foreseeing it allowed me to follow her, grinding into her flat against the bed. I counted two more rolling orgasms that consumed her before I too released the building orgasm she’d ignited.
When I finally caught my own breath, I removed the harness from my hips. I pulled two pillows behind my head and my sassy girl into my arms. I stroked her sweat licked skin loving the smoothness of her. I watched as He stood and got the throw from the bottom of the bed. He laid it over us and returned to his post.
“Thanks.”
He nodded. “Welcome.”
“Thank you, too.” I heard the mumbling and looked down. I smiled at the drunken woman in my arms.
He chuckled. “Your welcome.”
She moved closer to me and closed her eyes again. I gave her time to rest before the hydration bit. Once she was alert and onto her favorite candy of the KitKat nature, I put her in the guest room to rest. Though she protested with weak excuses of not being tired, when her head hit the pillow she was already out. Riddle me that!
I knew He waited for me in the bedroom. My high from topping my girl hadn’t diminished. I sat in the arm chair in the living room trying to reign in my thoughts. I heard footsteps behind me and I closed my eyes. I didn’t open them when he stood in front of me. I felt the kiss to my forehead and it awakened something primal inside.
I opened my eyes and he lowered his body to the floor kneeling in front of me. Primal male versus primal female. I felt the chase and I met it head on. He leaned forward to kiss my cunt and I drew away. Carefully, I raised my legs into the seat away from him. I put my knee on the arm of the chair ready to jump it when He stopped me mid pose. He put my other knee on the opposite arm spreading me wide for him.
I groaned. I needed him and he knew it. My cunt was wet and though I wasn’t prepared to submit to him fully, he would always have my desires. When his tongue licked me for the first time my body fell backwards over the back of the chair. I’d seen the bulge in his pants when he’d stood to grab the blanket. He’d more than enjoyed the show that he’d witnessed. It was time for him to cash in. His tongue explored every fold before he thrust it inside of me. Crazed with need, I ran my fingers through my hair grasping at my sanity. I was losing control and war raged inside of me. Submit or fight. It echoed inside as my moans filled the room with my turmoil. Suddenly it stopped and so did he. I looked down and he winked before standing slowly. I put my knees into the seat of the chair while my lungs fought for air. My orgasm teetered and He was walking away.
“You know where to find me.” He said before he entered the room, leaving me with a decision to make.
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?”
I turned to see her closing the door of the hotel room. Was I mistaken? Had she spoken or was I hearing things? I opened my mouth to speak but she held up her hand halting the action.
“Strip. I hate repeating myself.”
I put my things on the table next to where I stood. Exhaling, I hoped that my nerves would calm before she got to this point. She could be quite demanding but I thought that I’d have a second to warm up to her presence.
“I’m adding up the infractions as you hesitate. Please, take your time. I’ve got all night to punish you.”
I shook my head trying to get myself in motion but I couldn’t make myself obey. Was it stage freight? I exhaled slowly once again. It wasn’t her. It had just been so long since…
I watched each step that she took toward me. It was precise, controlled, and calculating. She was the tigeress and I was her prey. She stalked me in a circle, moving steadily. I didnt dare to look up into her eyes for fear of what I would see. Her will surrounded me intimidating my rebellious nature that once engulfed the room. Her dominance reached out to caress my submission making me pant in need.
“There she is.” She taunted. “Bring her out to play, My treaure.”
I melted at the endearment knowing that I was going to give her anything that she wanted. Her face invaded my space as she sniffed the side of my neck. She moved closer dragging the tip of her nose across my neck. I held back my moans trying not to break under pressure.
“Your clothing is filthy and better not touch my face. Not a surprise since they are on a dirty girl.”
I groaned. Embarrassment reddened my cheeks as my sex pulsed from the compliment. When her nose moved down toward my collar, I hurriedly unbuttoned it and slid it from my arms without grazing her. She licked over the swell of my ripe breasts and my brain short circuit. She kissed and sucked causing me to purr in response. I wanted her to continue, needed her to so badly that I almost forgot to remove my bra. Quickly, I removed it before she reached the edges of the black lace, pulling it behind me to dispose. Heat encased my nipple seconds before I threw my head back to thrust my chest outward. I couldn’t breathe and still I tried to beg for more. I was suspended on edge as she teased the the second most sensitive part of my body. The orgasm that my body craved began to coil slowly, wickedly. Whimpers escaped when she switched to the other waiting peak. Moisture pooled between my thighs demanding the attention of her mouth there as well. I shivered in need of more knowing she’d take her time. Whatever that meant.
She licked down the valley between my globes of euphoria to my soft belly. The tingling ceased when she nipped me causing me to giggle in content. I started to protest when I realized that my skirt was in her way. I reached behind me, unzipped, and then let it ease to the floor. I then lowered my panties and was about to remove my garter when her groan stopped me.
“Leave the garter, thigh highs, and heels.” She instructed. I nodded afraid to disturb her perusing.
Kisses to my thighs and hips prepared me for kiss to my mound just before her tongue reached for my folds. A firm slap to my ass put me in gear to part my legs and then her tongue delved into the slices of my forbidden fruit. My legs grew weaker lick by lick. I reached for something to hold on to and found that her shoulders were my only life line. I held on heaving, writhing.
She stood suddenly, pushing my back against the nearest wall. My leg was raised over her hip just before I was penetrated by the cock she retrieved from her open fly. Black to match her pants, I almost didn’t see it before I was filled. I screamed as a new wave of pleasure filled me. She moved inside me easily, steadily, and taking all she needed.
I panted, begged, thanked and even moved my hips to take more of her. The building speed of my orgasm increased and I welcomed it. I chanted her name like she was a God that I needed to repent to. I grew closer to the edge and just before I could come, she pulled out.
“No!” I exclaimed.
She grabbed my hair and pulled me to the desk. Sitting me on top, she roughly spread my legs and entered me again. I arched my back into her thrusts helping me to regain my footing on the pending orgasm. She never let go of my hair and she smacked the sides of my breasts. I crooned for even more. She let go of my hair and lifted my legs to her shoulders. My thighs trembled as she hit the most delicious spot.
I held on to the desk guiding my orgasm as it pounded it’s way to the surface. Just before release she slid out again.
“No!” I cried. Huge temper tantrum tears slid down my face at the denial. Her chuckle was mockery that I hated and craved at the same damn time.
She turned me on to my stomach, bent over the desk.
“What a fine sight.” She spanked me thoroughly. Sparing nothing and it too fed my desires.
Shame dripped from my cunt putting me in just the right state of mind. This was her game to play. She made the rules. I was merely the board she chose to play on. Again she entered me when I was nice and primed with painfully awakened skin that burned in the most devine ways. Hard deep thrusts were delivered to my sensitized cunt. My face was a mess of tears that begged of forgiveness and mercy.
Her motions hastened. My heart rate increased. She was seconds from her orgasm and so was I. I arched my back and gripped her cock. My moans turned in to screams as she delivered more blows. She pulled my hair and leaned forward.
“Hold that orgasm, dirty girl. It’s not permitted.”
I screamed in shock as she bucked away. My orgasm mounted and I struggled to fight it back. Her moans were just as loud as mine and it stirred me on. Not good. I held on to the desk praying for a respite.
“Please.” I begged. But my pleas went unanswered.
I cried harder wanting to obey. The harder I begged to more it aroused her. I heard the hitch in her moan as she came hard and loud. Shock settled in as her movements ceased and she leaned over me spent from her orgasm. Panting and groaning helped me not as I stared at the wall in disbelief. She stood pulling out of me and my juices trickled down my legs. Used.
Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes into moments. I heard her disposing of the strap-on she wore and then fixing her clothes.
“Put your clothes back on, treasure. I’m starving and you’re taking me for food.”
Obediently I did as I was told. Hesitancy had left my psyche the moment she’d taken over. Dressed I walked to the door where she stood waiting. I hadn’t been allowed to clean myself making me feel more used.
She pinned me to the wall giving me the best reward. Kisses were pulled from me letting me know just how pleased she was. She tasted of me but still all her. She gripped my ass giving me promises of more later. The tenderness from my spanking would keep the sexual hum alive and well through dinner.
“Mine.”
I whimpered while nodding as I lay my head on her shoulder.
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.
Out of breath, I made it inside the apartment with five minutes to spare. I had a report due to the big dogs by 11 a.m. Don’t misunderstand me. This report had been ready to go for days. We were preparing for a very important merger that required a hurricane of changes. The report contained every single one of them. So you can imagine the hurricane of emotion when I opened the file in my office and the words “Corrupted Document” flashed onto my screen with lightning speed. I wasn’t worried because I had the original file still. The catch: it was at home on my laptop. I’d called my better half to see if he’d left home or if he could send it to me. That was a no go! I’d had only 22 minutes to exit the office building from floor 18, mad dash to the garage, drive in all most lunchtime traffic, and mount the three flights of steps to my apartment door. I would have saved three minutes if the elevator door didn’t read “Out of Service”.
I opened the laptop and went straight to the file located on the desktop. When the document opened with no problem, I clicked the browser leading me to the office email server and went straight to business. I typed up an email and attached the file in record time. Even I was surprised at how quickly my fingers moved across the keys to get the job done. Once the file was sent, another copy uploaded, making it available to me at work, I allowed myself a second to breathe.
I stood stretching and removed my black blazer. My red satin shirt accented my breasts. I’d left the first couple of buttons undone purposely to taunt my man. He’d aroused me this morning with random kisses and gropes that’d left me hot and ready for more. When I’d given in to my desires of him, he’d told me that he didn’t have the time before he left. It’d frustrated me and he’d worsened the situation by saying “It’ll give you something to think about while you’re at work.”
Normally, it would be the perfect thing to say to me. I’d come home damn near panting with the need for him to fuck me already. Not today. Today I wanted to kill the drawn out need with a pistol and get down and dirty at once. My patience was at an all-time low and I needed gratification.
I walked into the kitchen slowly. I let my four inch pumps add the extra sway to my hips as I moved seductively to the half empty bottle of wine that I planned to finish off. It was early in the day, but I needed something to help me relax. I let down my hair and let it drape over my right shoulder in a mess of curls. The tendrils caressing my neck: a kiss from a surprised lover. I welcomed it, my arousal from this morning reemerging. As I poured my glass of wine, I ran the tips of my fingers across the bowl of the glass delighted at the chill of the wine. I took a long sip savoring the sweetness and splash of spice as it shocked my senses into relaxation. I took my glass along with the bottle back to the desk where I sat looking at the sent file that had brought me home.
Noticing another opened tab, I checked it before disposing the internet browser. Raymond often left things open that he needed making me aware. When I clicked the tab, I was not prepared to see the naked images on the screen. Different video clip were available but the one that caught my eye involved two men in a shower.
Though I enjoyed a lot of kinky fuckery, the one thing I’d always shied from was male on male sex. Nothing about it seemed alluring until now. The clip showed them caressing each other in the shower and it held the same lustfulness I’d seen between a man and a woman or two women.
I clicked the video, while observing them my body hummed. The more that I absorbed, the harder my nipples became. Unconsciously, I unbuttoned my shirt and let my hands do the talking. Light caresses to the tops of my breasts and along my neck stirred my need to touch my nipples. I untucked my shirt from my black pinstriped skirt and removed it. I ran the silk material over my skin awakening it. Tingles raced over my skin and deliberately my hips moved creating a delicious friction.
I lowered the straps from my black bra and my breasts spilled into my waiting hands. I tweaked, pinched, and pulled my nipples causing them to harden immediately. It wasn’t until I rolled them between my two fingers did the pounding begin against my clit. I moaned and pulled my skirt up over my thighs exposing my garter and thigh highs. I lowered my hand between my legs and stroked my thighs drawing out the first touches to my cunt.
Kneading my thighs with my fingertips progressed to desperate longing. I teased my clit through the satin black panties drenched with need. My fingers glided across the material easily making the heat spread through my body. That fever prompted my decision to stroke my clit without barriers. The initial contact is always the best. Soothing and stimulating all at the same time.
“Mind if I watch?”
I jumped and turned to see Raymond standing behind me surveying my actions earnestly. He reached in front of me and took my glass. “Wine before noon, eh?”
I swallowed trying to reign in my emotions. Caught and I didn’t have a thing to say in defense. Shit!
“Well, carry on. Don’t let me keep you from a good time.”
Raymond leaned down and pulled my ear between his teeth dragging it until it slipped from his mouth. “Fuck that wet cunt.”
I moaned and shivers raced over me as I did as instructed. I slipped my fingers inside and thrust them. Kisses rained over my neck and the tops of my breasts urging my movements. When I’d been alone, my movements had been slow and deliberate. Now that Raymond was in charge, he’d set the tempo. His touches created urgency that I couldn’t fight. For him, I wanted to pleasure myself. It was no longer about my needs, just his.
Hot, wet pulls to my right nipple had my fingers moving in overdrive. He knew how sensitive they always were and he never seized to take a moment to tease them.
“Yes, Yes… Please!” I moaned.
“Stroke your swollen clit.” The words left no room for dallying. I did as instructed. My wet fingers slid over the swollen bud so easily that I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“Yes, Sir.” I moaned over and over letting my fingers guide me.
“You didn’t have permission to touch my pussy did you?” Raymond asked.
I groaned and moved my fingers quickly. I tapped on my clit with both fingers, only moments away from my orgasm.
“No, Sir.”
“Remove your panties and get up.”
I did reluctantly. Once standing, I held on to the desk. My knees were weak with need and I hoped that he’d let me finish.
“To the bedroom.”
I stumbled down the hall. He took pride in knowing I was a mess in need of something he controlled. My fate lied in his hands.
“On the bed.”
I climbed up and laid on my back facing the headboard and propping my legs up on the pillows there. I heard humming and turned my head to see my favorite wand in his hands.
“I’m ready when you are.”
I reached for it and turned it on. I chose the third speed since I was primed. I teased my folds with the head and the vibrations almost took me over the edge. I moaned relaxing into it.
“Not so fast, girl. Work for it.”
I whined and massaged my cunt all over building the need more slowly. The burning urge was winding tighter and my moans and whines turned to cries for relief. The haughtiness of my voice echoing off the walls drove me further into bliss.
“May I?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
I groaned, thrusting my hips into the vibrations. The friction heightened the sensations and it was all I could focus on. Recreating that delicious tingling on my clit was my sole concern.
“Yes!” I chanted.
“There she is…” Raymond instigated. “There’s that greedy girl.”
“Yes!” I hummed unable to break away. I threw my head back as I amped up the vibrations.
“Good girl.”
“Yes! I’m so close!”
The initial pull that allowed me to float on the endorphins I’d created radiated all over. The vibrations from the wand had caused my body to start its own set of spasms that grew into a quake that I couldn’t stop. The animalistic groan that tore from my throat was primal and uncontrollable.
“Cum.”
The vibrations from the wand stopped but it was too late. My body was seizing and contorting as I came not once but twice. Just when I thought I was regaining control, the vibrations resumed again. I soared into blackness.
When I regained consciousness, I felt very much the part of Raymond’s slut. I was still fully dressed, minus my panties. My clothes were sticking to my body and my hair to my face. Even in my disheveled state, I still felt sexy and wanton. I moaned in delight, basking in the afterglow.
I could hear the shower and I knew that Raymond had enjoyed himself as much as I had. Smiling I rubbed the tops of my thighs. I may have to come home in the middle of the day more often.
Out of breath, I made it inside the apartment with five minutes to spare. I had a report due to the big dogs by 11 a.m. Don’t misunderstand me. This report had been ready to go for days. We were preparing for a very important merger that required a hurricane of changes. The report contained every single one of them. So you can imagine the hurricane of emotion when I opened the file in my office and the words “Corrupted Document” flashed onto my screen with lightning speed. I wasn’t worried because I had the original file still. The catch: it was at home on my laptop. I’d called my better half to see if he’d left home or if he could send it to me. That was a no go! I’d had only 22 minutes to exit the office building from floor 18, mad dash to the garage, drive in all most lunchtime traffic, and mount the three flights of steps to my apartment door. I would have saved three minutes if the elevator door didn’t read “Out of Service”.
I opened the laptop and went straight to the file located on the desktop. When the document opened with no problem, I clicked the browser leading me to the office email server and went straight to business. I typed up an email and attached the file in record time. Even I was surprised at how quickly my fingers moved across the keys to get the job done. Once the file was sent, another copy uploaded, making it available to me at work, I allowed myself a second to breathe.
I stood stretching and removed my black blazer. My red satin shirt accented my breasts. I’d left the first couple of buttons undone purposely to taunt my man. He’d aroused me this morning with random kisses and gropes that’d left me hot and ready for more. When I’d given in to my desires of him, he’d told me that he didn’t have the time before he left. It’d frustrated me and he’d worsened the situation by saying “It’ll give you something to think about while you’re at work.”
Normally, it would be the perfect thing to say to me. I’d come home damn near panting with the need for him to fuck me already. Not today. Today I wanted to kill the drawn out need with a pistol and get down and dirty at once. My patience was at an all-time low and I needed gratification.
I walked into the kitchen slowly. I let my four inch pumps add the extra sway to my hips as I moved seductively to the half empty bottle of wine that I planned to finish off. It was early in the day, but I needed something to help me relax. I let down my hair and let it drape over my right shoulder in a mess of curls. The tendrils caressing my neck: a kiss from a surprised lover. I welcomed it, my arousal from this morning reemerging. As I poured my glass of wine, I ran the tips of my fingers across the bowl of the glass delighted at the chill of the wine. I took a long sip savoring the sweetness and splash of spice as it shocked my senses into relaxation. I took my glass along with the bottle back to the desk where I sat looking at the sent file that had brought me home.
Noticing another opened tab, I checked it before disposing the internet browser. Raymond often left things open that he needed making me aware. When I clicked the tab, I was not prepared to see the naked images on the screen. Different video clip were available but the one that caught my eye involved two men in a shower.
Though I enjoyed a lot of kinky fuckery, the one thing I’d always shied from was male on male sex. Nothing about it seemed alluring until now. The clip showed them caressing each other in the shower and it held the same lustfulness I’d seen between a man and a woman or two women.
I clicked the video, while observing them my body hummed. The more that I absorbed, the harder my nipples became. Unconsciously, I unbuttoned my shirt and let my hands do the talking. Light caresses to the tops of my breasts and along my neck stirred my need to touch my nipples. I untucked my shirt from my black pinstriped skirt and removed it. I ran the silk material over my skin awakening it. Tingles raced over my skin and deliberately my hips moved creating a delicious friction.
I lowered the straps from my black bra and my breasts spilled into my waiting hands. I tweaked, pinched, and pulled my nipples causing them to harden immediately. It wasn’t until I rolled them between my two fingers did the pounding begin against my clit. I moaned and pulled my skirt up over my thighs exposing my garter and thigh highs. I lowered my hand between my legs and stroked my thighs drawing out the first touches to my cunt.
Kneading my thighs with my fingertips progressed to desperate longing. I teased my clit through the satin black panties drenched with need. My fingers glided across the material easily making the heat spread through my body. That fever prompted my decision to stroke my clit without barriers. The initial contact is always the best. Soothing and stimulating all at the same time.
“Mind if I watch?”
I jumped and turned to see Raymond standing behind me surveying my actions earnestly. He reached in front of me and took my glass. “Wine before noon, eh?”
I swallowed trying to reign in my emotions. Caught and I didn’t have a thing to say in defense. Shit!
“Well, carry on. Don’t let me keep you from a good time.”
Raymond leaned down and pulled my ear between his teeth dragging it until it slipped from his mouth. “Fuck that wet cunt.”
I moaned and shivers raced over me as I did as instructed. I slipped my fingers inside and thrust them. Kisses rained over my neck and the tops of my breasts urging my movements. When I’d been alone, my movements had been slow and deliberate. Now that Raymond was in charge, he’d set the tempo. His touches created urgency that I couldn’t fight. For him, I wanted to pleasure myself. It was no longer about my needs, just his.
Hot, wet pulls to my right nipple had my fingers moving in overdrive. He knew how sensitive they always were and he never seized to take a moment to tease them.
“Yes, Yes… Please!” I moaned.
“Stroke your swollen clit.” The words left no room for dallying. I did as instructed. My wet fingers slid over the swollen bud so easily that I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“Yes, Sir.” I moaned over and over letting my fingers guide me.
“You didn’t have permission to touch my pussy did you?” Raymond asked.
I groaned and moved my fingers quickly. I tapped on my clit with both fingers, only moments away from my orgasm.
“No, Sir.”
“Remove your panties and get up.”
I did reluctantly. Once standing, I held on to the desk. My knees were weak with need and I hoped that he’d let me finish.
“To the bedroom.”
I stumbled down the hall. He took pride in knowing I was a mess in need of something he controlled. My fate lied in his hands.
“On the bed.”
I climbed up and laid on my back facing the headboard and propping my legs up on the pillows there. I heard humming and turned my head to see my favorite wand in his hands.
“I’m ready when you are.”
I reached for it and turned it on. I chose the third speed since I was primed. I teased my folds with the head and the vibrations almost took me over the edge. I moaned relaxing into it.
“Not so fast, girl. Work for it.”
I whined and massaged my cunt all over building the need more slowly. The burning urge was winding tighter and my moans and whines turned to cries for relief. The haughtiness of my voice echoing off the walls drove me further into bliss.
“May I?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
I groaned, thrusting my hips into the vibrations. The friction heightened the sensations and it was all I could focus on. Recreating that delicious tingling on my clit was my sole concern.
“Yes!” I chanted.
“There she is…” Raymond instigated. “There’s that greedy girl.”
“Yes!” I hummed unable to break away. I threw my head back as I amped up the vibrations.
“Good girl.”
“Yes! I’m so close!”
The initial pull that allowed me to float on the endorphins I’d created radiated all over. The vibrations from the wand had caused my body to start its own set of spasms that grew into a quake that I couldn’t stop. The animalistic groan that tore from my throat was primal and uncontrollable.
“Cum.”
The vibrations from the wand stopped but it was too late. My body was seizing and contorting as I came not once but twice. Just when I thought I was regaining control, the vibrations resumed again. I soared into blackness.
When I regained consciousness, I felt very much the part of Raymond’s slut. I was still fully dressed, minus my panties. My clothes were sticking to my body and my hair to my face. Even in my disheveled state, I still felt sexy and wanton. I moaned in delight, basking in the afterglow.
I could hear the shower and I knew that Raymond had enjoyed himself as much as I had. Smiling I rubbed the tops of my thighs. I may have to come home in the middle of the day more often.
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