I woke this my morning beside my Dom, smiling as I looked upon his sleeping face. My body cried out with even the smallest movements, sore in all the right places from last night's activities and exhausted despite having rested. My restraints lay disregarded on the floor and His toys were strewn about the room in the same fashion. Seeing them, I look back on last night and remember how I was instructed to edge before our session and wait for him on m knees by the door, blindfolded with my leather cuffs on my wrist and ankle. All I could think about was how He instructed to me prepare my body and mind by bringing myself close to orgasm, but denying me over and over. My Ben Wa balls were in and out of me for the past day and my pussy aches for His permission to release.
The door opens... I can hear him, but cannot see him. My body tenses all over in anticipation, but I force myself to stay still, to stay calm, or as calm as I can be. He touches my hair and I can feel his breath on my neck and my body shudders the tiniest bit as I wait. He brushes his fingers over me lightly, caressing my face and down to my hardened nipple, barely pressing against the thin fabric of the sheer night gown that covered me, and then slowly down to lightly trace a finger along my dripping pussy. He makes a small sound of approval and lightly flicks my clit. No pain, but the sudden sensation makes me inhale shudderingly, sharply, and His whispers into my ear, "Good girl."
The praise, along with the soft and sensual whisper of His voice in my ear and breath on my neck, causes me to become wetter as my pleasure builds from such simple words. His hands climb my thighs, teasingly tugging at the edge of my gown as they circle me. He knows me; knows me intimately. Despite that, or perhaps because of that, I still feel my cheeks flush with the reminder of my dress, so short and so sheer it might as well be nothing. As His hand passes over my ass, one finger reaches to slid teasingly to my pussy, quickly yet barely inserting itself. I take a few quick and shallow breaths, my body jerking, practically screaming for his touch, yet embarrassed all the same at such wanton behavior. Of course, the embarrassment wouldn't last, it never did.
"Did you miss me?" He asked. I can hear Him smirking, hear the light amusement in His voice, and feel His eyes as they roamed over me. I squirmed a little under his gaze, but answered promptly. "Yes! I missed you."
His hand moves to cup my pussy, rubbing his palm against me before he slides his fingers inside my warm, wet core. My entire frame trembles as I melt into his hand, relaxing into the pleasure and letting it over take me. My body moves towards His and He catches my face with His free hand, leading my lips to his as we kiss. It's soft, but sloppy, as I pant around his lips and try to contain moans. Then His hands stop, He withdrawals His finger, and I whimper. He chuckles as rub myself into his palm before he removes His hand entirely. Pressing a kiss to my forehead, He says simply, "Show me, Love. Show me what you want me to do to you."
I take a few nervous breaths. He moves away from me, but I can't tell where. My pussy is hot and dripping wet, calling for attention, but I don't mve rigt away. My head turns as I search for Him, some sign of where he is, nervous and realizing how vulnerable I am without my sight. I swallow, bite my lip, take a breath; stalling as I fight back nervousness, hoping he will take pity on me and not have me to do something so embarrassing.
"Show me what you want." He states again. My head turns toward the sound, but I don't delay any longer. Shyly, I slid my hands beneath my gown and begin to touch my breast, feeling their softness and roundness in my hands, brushing my thumbs over the nipples. I press my legs together tightly, trying to ignore, for the moment, the ache between my thighs. I pinch my nipples and stroke them, all lightly, and I gently feel the fabric of my gown being lifted from me. He likes to undress me and I like it, too. The cold air touches me more directly and I quickly slip my arms from the thin straps and gather my breast again.
I move one to my mouth and take my nipple into it, hoping to excite him more than to pleasure myself. Gently He eases away the hand on my other breast and takes it into is mouth, tongue flicking quickly over the hardened bud, millions times better than when I did it. The pulsing in my pussy is growing stronger. The need is rising. I let my legs part so that I may press a hand to my core and I feel him move away. I start to make a protesting sound, but he kisses me before I can form words with it. "Show me." He remind me.
More aroused than embarrassed now, but with still clinging shyness, I sit flat, almost laid out as I spread my thighs and expose myself to the room. The lightest touch to my clit makes me cry out in early pleasure, my body tremble with need and want, excitement and anticipation. "This." I say, slowly sliding my finger up and down my core, stroking myself. "I want this." I told him. I was whining and whimpering, despite trying to contain those sounds, biting my lip. He tapped my lip, scolding me, and I immediately released my lip and a sudden squeak as I it a spot more sensitive than I expected. "Go on." He said, and I stroked faster. His hands went to my breast and a whisper of, "Yes," fell from my lips. Then again, as I began to pant openly. So close, so close, and then I gasped as I came, feeling the wetness and warmth pour out of me.
I enjoyed this for only a moment before He pushed my thighs apart, my hands away, and plunged is tongue into me, causing my next to cry to almost be a scream. I opened my legs wider, I reached out and pulled Him closer. The sensation was almost painful, the pleasure was strong. I whimpered, feeling that I couldn't take it, but craving more. His tongue flicked merciless over my clit before dipping down into me. It moved in circles, bringing me closer to another release, only to stop and move else where, stroking agonizingly slowly. Before long I was calling is name, whimpering, tugging on his hair, nearly sobbing in my need. Then he showed me mercy, allowing me the fulfillment I craved, His tongue working through my orgasm, elongating it as I screamed out in pleasure.
Mercifully, he allowed he lay panting a few moments. I heard the sound of rustling fabric and items dropping to the floor, and I assumed he was undressing. I moved to sit up slightly just as I felt His hands moving up my legs. My skin burned where he touched it, already warm flesh becoming hot. His hands went over my stomach, squeezing my hips and they passed over, shortly cupping my breast before moving beneath my head, lifting it and guiding my lips to Him for a kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue, sighing at the sweetness I felt from Him, moving closer to is body. I felt His length against my thigh, his hands leaving my head to sweep back down my body. I reluctant to end the kiss as he pulled away, pressing a kiss to my cheek, my neck, my ear, then whispering, "On your knees, Love."
A wave of a anticipation swept over me as He moved his bother away. I moved into position quickly, on all fours with legs spread wide, waiting. His hands gently stroked my pussy, feeling my wetness increase with his touch, then He poisoned himself at my entrance. He moved slowly as he sheathed himself inside my pussy and I groaned as his hardness slid into me. He moaned as I clamped down on the stiffness sliding inside and I shuddered at the feel of his breath on my neck, at the sound of His deeply satisfied moan, at the feel of his body over my own. He was warm and hard, and I pushed back into him, wanting to feel his body closer. He pressed a kiss to t he back of my neck, causing me to moan contentedly, as he pulled out, then he began to pound into me.
It was sudden and hard and I growled in pleasure as he pushed into. It was just a little too hard, causing me slight pain that I relished. I didn't try at all to contain my moans as his hard length moved in and out of me. His hands were possessive tight on my hips and I relished the feeling, the claim. "Tell me you're mine." He commanded.
"I'm yours." I answered immediately. It was natural to such a thing. The strongest truth. That I was His. That I belonged to Him. "Again." He said.
"I'm yours." I said. I repeated it over and over in my increasing ecstasy, until I was simply repeating the word 'yours,' loving it more each time. He was saying my name, pumping faster, pushing harder, and I screamed out as I hit my peak and he was quick to follow. We both panted as we came down from the high of our release, his arms wrapping around me, holding me tightly. I allowed my body to slowly slide to the floor, and He with me, pulling me close and holding to him, gathering the strength for the next round.
"Love." His waking voice broke me from my reverie and I looked over to where He lay in the bed. I moved closer to him, smiling brightly as he stirred fully to life. I did not need to daydreams when my fantasy was right before me. I kissed Him and He took me into His arms. I knew precisely what would follow.
