Mirror to the Soul by Erika B. Michaels
Prologue:
The eyes meeting her gaze from the other side of the mirror seemed like those of a stranger, yet they were very eerily familiar. They were definitely hers, but held a different gloss, a different color hue, an expression she had never seen before. Her face was a white, creamy canvas, interrupted by the slight red tinge of flushed areas in several spots. Some errant strands of hair had come loose from her tight pony tail which held the long dark hair secured on the back of her head. They were now plastered against her temples in soft ringlets, further intensifying the contrast with her pale skin. Her mouth was slightly open, the redness almost too intense to not be the result of a makeup artist, yet she knew her lips stick was a faint memory. Her tongue dashed out, licking the lips that looked plump and ripe but felt parched. Her teeth started to bite her lower lip, trying to contain the sounds wanting to escape her now sore throat. She knew she was not allowed to make a sound, had been instructed to be silent, and she both feared and anticipated the consequences of disobedience.
The heat in the room seemed unbearable, even though she realized in what was left of her logical mind that the room was at a perfect temperature when she had first entered. But that was before. And before had ceased to exist.
She felt the heat and sweat radiating from the palm of her hands steam up the cool surface of the mirror her hands were braced against. Her arms felt on fire from the effort of sustaining part of her body weight, but that feeling was only a drop in the bucket of overloaded sensations and emotions.
For a second, her eyes scanned downward. Her mind strained to reconcile the presenting image with the likeness she usually found in her reflection. She was quite unaccustomed to standing in front of the mirror, her arms braced against the glass, her upper body naked, her lower body dressed in nothing but very high, black sandals with individual straps held by gold buckles, and a short, black pencil skirt, which was now bunched up by her hip, the material stretched by her spread legs. Her back was arched, her breast straining out, her nipples stiff and begging for the cold promise of the beckoning glass.
She felt the heat and sweat radiating from the palm of her hands steam up the cool surface of the mirror her hands were braced against. Her arms felt on fire from the effort of sustaining part of her body weight, but that feeling was only a drop in the bucket of overloaded sensations and emotions.
For a second, her eyes scanned downward. Her mind strained to reconcile the presenting image with the likeness she usually found in her reflection. She was quite unaccustomed to standing in front of the mirror, her arms braced against the glass, her upper body naked, her lower body dressed in nothing but very high, black sandals with individual straps held by gold buckles, and a short, black pencil skirt, which was now bunched up by her hip, the material stretched by her spread legs. Her back was arched, her breast straining out, her nipples stiff and begging for the cold promise of the beckoning glass.
But nothing could compare to the heat she felt radiating outward from her center. Every move, no matter how slight, accentuated the painful urge consuming her every cell. And all these sensations, converged in one, swollen, wet, throbbing place that was weeping for his attention, crying hot tears, begging to be released once again.
Realizing his touch had stopped, her eyes flew up to meet his in the mirror. He regarded her with a calm she found disconcerting and stimulating at the same time. His dark eyes reminded her of the gravitational pull of black holes; only these miracles of nature held a fire that was close to consuming her soul together with her body. She had experienced those eyes soft and laughing, charming and seducing, playful and sparkling. She also had seen them carry an arrogant glint, fully aware of the power he held over her, waiting for her to surrender to him. Tonight they were full of animalistic, sexual prowess: The panther hiding under the thin veil of unnerving self-possession and calmness. He looked royal indeed, the King in his domain, and she quickly had discovered that his reign expanded so far beyond music and art.
“I told you not to stop looking at me. You just continue to break the rules. And you know that I have to make sure you fully understand your…” he hesitated, “…position.”
His voice had deepened at the last word, sending a shiver down her spine, and additional fluid into her vagina.
His hand ever so gently stroked up her spine, only to run his long, elegant fingers back downward in slow motion over her heated skin. Both hands softly touched the material of her skirt with no more force than a butterfly wing striking the petal of a flower in passing. One finger of each hand traced the outline of her perfect ass through the material, before he, suddenly rougher, let his hands slide under the black cloth to firmly knead her buttocks. She tried to contain a sigh and willed herself to not arch into his magic palms.
He noticed the slight movement. His hands stilled, leaving her skin cold and abandoned.
“Discipline is an art. You have to be willing to accept to be schooled to fully appreciate it. Maybe you aren’t ready, maybe you want me to stop.”
His eyes met hers again, one eyebrow raised in question. This was it. This was her chance to flee, to pretend this had never happened, and to escape this experience. But even as the thought entered her mind, nothing in the universe could have made her move, could have motivated her to leave this sweet torture behind. She shook her head and tried to find her voice.
“No, I don’t want to leave. Please, please let me stay.”
His sensual lips formed a small, almost triumphant smile as she had lost all of the superiority in her tone that had irritated him so badly before.
“What is it you want to stay for?”
“Teach me. Please, don’t stop.”
She did not think twice about begging him. She knew in that instant she would die if he made her leave.
“Are you sure?”
His finger approached her swollen labia which were slick from her juices, and the tingling intensified at the light gliding sensation.
“Yes oh, God, please don’t stop.”
She felt tears rising. She could not believe she has been reduced to this. And yet, to her surprise she felt as if she was finally finding herself.
“Do you trust me?”
That was a tricky question. She trusted no one. She knew she could only depend on herself and her strength, her experience, and her wit.
The finger traced her drenched opening.
If she could have willed it inside, she would have. She craved his touch with an intensity that bordered on insanity.
He felt her hesitation and patiently repeated the question.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, I do. I trust you.” She finally forced the words out almost against her will.
He removed his hand. No! She said the words; she gave him what he wanted. Why was he not granting her the relief she considered more vital than her next breath?
She saw his hands appear behind her. He held something and brought it around her head. Before her brain could identify the object, her vision became obstructed, as the black, silken blindfold was placed over her eyes. She felt him tying it behind her head, as he gently assured himself it sat snugly over her eyes without hurting her. Her senses jolted to attention, she felt anxiety rise. She had never been good at games depriving her of her sight, and she did not like the dark.
“Michael?”
“Shhhhht.” She heard his honey voice, before she felt his breath on her cheek as he placed a gentle kiss on her.
Chapter 1: Beginning
She had returned just hours earlier. For days, she had told herself that this was not going to happen again, that she had to go cold turkey and just try to forget the small glimpses of the most incredible pleasure she had ever experienced. She had tried to be strong and resist the pull. Finally, the realization had dawned that resistance was not sustainable. He was a drug she craved, a virus she had no resistance to.
He was her prison.
He was her liberation.
She feared his power and at the same time started to comprehend that her submission was its own form of control.
It was so clear now that the path to finding the true essence of herself led through the most exquisite torture imaginable.
Michael had brought her to this small house before. He was careful to keep this part of himself hidden from anyone who regularly worked with him. It was almost funny that he kept insisting she trust him, when obviously, trust was highly problematic for him. However, not unlike her, he had to make certain concessions and had to occasionally take that leap of faith to avoid denying himself. He had at that point not touched her intimately and had not yet kissed her, since he had cornered her in a back office after stalking her first mentally, then physically.
She had quite literally run into him after a bathroom break. Actually, she had taken a break to settle her nerves and to escape his piercing eyes. She dropped her legal pad and her pen. He crouched down with amazing grace and retrieved her supplies before she had chance to react. Kneeling down before her, he gazed up at her legs before making eye contact again. As he rose, his hand seemingly accidentally brushed against her silky stocking, sending sparks into every cell of her body. She had grabbed her pen and escaped into an empty office to try and calm her breathing. She was embarrassed and mad at herself for letting him affect her. She had not heard him approach, but felt his warm fingers on her wrist, turning her into him, overwhelming her with the most erotic and intoxicating kiss she had ever experienced. She was too surprised to think and could only react from a purely instinctual part deep inside as she returned the kiss. His exit was as quick and abrupt as his entrance, leaving her stunned and wanting more. Since then, they had exchanged glances and heated looks, secret emails and notes. Now, showing her his hidden world, he wanted her to be informed and fully aware of what she was agreeing to.
They had met across a conference table as she was taking a deposition with the rest of the legal team she was part of. Their client was seeking monetary compensation for breach of contract. In her opinion, it was a frivolous suit, but so what; she was part of the team and it certainly paid the rent. And then some… She had noticed Michael’s appraising glances, had caught his eyes on her ass, her chest, and her face more than once. They had started to exchange testy, but flirty comments which were at times heavily laden with sexual tension and overtones. It went from there. She knew she was in serious trouble should anyone ever find out about her involvement with him, but that small voice whispered that that was part of the thrill. He was the forbidden fruit in so many more ways than one. And the temptation to taste what she could not have had finally become insurmountable.
After offering her a drink, he had shown her the rooms of the small modernly furnished house. He had given her time to touch objects, to ask questions. Looking back, she remembered the trance-like state she had been in, like a child exploring a new land full of strange yet intriguing promises. She had thought she would be shocked, but only remembered the arousal which intensified with increasing comprehension.
He told her to take her time and think about the arrangement he proposed. He emphasized she needed to be fully aware of that she was agreeing to and that she was totally free to make her decision. She felt as if that choice had been taken from her already; not by him, but by her own senses, her own curiosities, and her own desires.
She stepped up close to him, her eyes locking with his. He reached out and touched her cheek, gazing at her patiently. She felt his warm, elegant fingers on her face, and turned her cheek, seeking increased contact with his palm. He softly ran his hand along her jaw line. His finger reached out and traced her bottom lip. She felt infused by his energy, his light, and closed her eyes for a second. Her mouth opened slightly as a silent sigh escaped. He continued his soft touch on the other side of her face, gently tucking an errantstrand of hair behind her ear, before returning over her cheek to her mouth. She could not resist her urge to taste him, and her tip of her tongue darted out to make shy contact. His eyes now concentrated on her mouth, her tongue, and his fingers came to rest on her chin as he ever so softly tilted his face up to his.
His voice was a husky whisper.
“Tell me, you agree. Tell me you want to do this. I want to kiss you so badly right now, but I will not do it, until you ask me to. You have to be sure that this is what you really want.”
She nodded as if hypnotized by his soothing voice, seduced by his burning eyes, starving for the promised kiss.
“You can’t just nod, you have to agree.”
He stood as close as he could without actually touching her, and she felt the heat from his body threatening to incinerate her. At the same time, his sweet breath tantalized her with its cool sensation. He smelled of spicy cinnamon and she would give anything for a taste.
“I agree.”
She was not sure where her voice had emerged from. Its hoarseness and determination startled her. The words seemed to have been spoken without volition.
“You agree to what?”
“I agree to have you be my…”
He placed a gently butterfly kiss on her bottom lip. The contact was barely noticeable, but felt like 2000 volts of electricity coursing through her.
“Have me be your what?”
She swallowed. She felt every hair on her body stand up, ignited by his close contact. Goose bumps raced up and down her spine and her nipples became engorged, agitated by the fabric of her bra, further heightening her arousal. She felt a fluttering sensation spread from the pit of her stomach to her uterus and into her vagina, causing her labia and her clitoris to plump, while a gush of liquid drenched her panties. It was difficult for her to understand her body’s extreme reaction which was achieved solely by the proximity of Michael’s body and by the touch of his smooth, subtle lips.
“What?” She sighed out, remembering there had been a question there somewhere.
Obviously all the blood in her body was pooling in her breasts and below her waist.
His tongue darted out, and he traced her lip with it softly, providing another jolt to her system. She opened her mouth, trying to engage his tongue, trying to force the kiss she was starving for. He backed away slightly, and she corrected by patiently offering her mouth to him. His teeth gently bit her bottom lip as he sucked on it for one heavenly moment. The flame immediately raced from her mouth to her clit and she moaned as her hip shot forward. He once again increased the distance, his hands holding her by her hip now.
“We have to work on you moving so much without me telling you to. Right after…”
He kissed her cheeks.
“…you tell me what you are agreeing to.”
“I am agreeing to …to be with you.”
He arrived at her ear, started to suck on her earlobe, and let his tongue caress it before his teeth grabbed a hold.
“Michael…please.” She felt close to tears, suddenly doubting her ability to utter the words he wanted to hear.
His hands glided from her waist to her ass, and he just softly rested them there.
“What? It’s not difficult, girl. Tell me what exactly you are agreeing to.”
“You know what. Oh my God, please… I want...”
She felt irritation rise. He knew what she wanted. She had been clear. Why did he have to make her say it?
“What do you want? Do you want…this?”
He pulled her ass close to him at the last word in an almost violent motion as his pelvis drove forward in a simulated thrust. She stumbled slightly, reaching for his shoulders to steady herself, before being stunned by the feeling of his rock hard ridge pressing into her. He still held her butt and gently gyrated his hips against her now, making her almost forget the clothes separating them. Her head fell back as she moved with him.
“Oh, girl, you feel so good. We can be so good together. You have no idea how good I can make you feel. I can feel how hot you are. I can smell your arousal. See? Can you feel how hard you make me? I want to give all this to you, but you have to say it.”
She felt like she was on the very edge of a climax. She would be horrified if she came from him just rubbing against her- at the same time, there was nothing she wanted more –other than to feel that huge weapon in his pants buried deeply inside her.
“I want you to show me how to … I want you to be...to be in control.”
He backed up slightly, smiling at her.
“Ok, I’ll let you get away with this for now. You are new at this, and I will cut you some slack. But…,” he kissed her one more time with a chaste contact that did not match his movement from seconds earlier. “You will say the word before we are done. I can promise you that.”
He backed away slightly and walked around her, stopping close to her back. He was not touching her, but his heat engulfed her like a comforting cloak. He reached out and moved her long hair to the side of her neck. She felt his own long hair tickling her sensitive skin as his head leaned in.
“Hmm, you smell so good. Like Vanilla, I like it.”
He nuzzled her neck. She felt his breath caressing her again. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of his heat, his scent, and his body being so close to her.
Finally his tongue made contact, licking her with short little strokes before drawing little wet circles. She felt the slick, slightly rough contact and heard a small whimper that she realized too late had escaped her throat. Michael placed little kisses along her neck and her nape, lifting her hair up higher. He intermittently showered her with little bites before his hand reached around her head, turning it, bringing her mouth to where he could reach it. His tongue traced her bottom lip and he again nipped and bit along its fleshy curve before sucking it into his mouth. Suddenly, he applied more pressure to her head as his lips finally descended over her in a hard and hungry kiss. His tongue entered her almost forcefully, seeking her out demandingly. Another small sound escaped from deep in her throat. The tingling in her pussy and breasts turned into a tornado of heat and incinerated her nerve endings. He changed his position again and came up toward her front now, just breaking the kiss enough to allow for the movement. Their tongues were dancing an erotic dance, as Michael alternated hard stabs with soft seducing movements. She could not recall a kiss affecting her in this way- ever. She again teetered on the verge of an orgasm, still fully clothed, just from the sensation of his tongue making love to her.
Michael still held her hair with one hand, and applied gentle tugging pressure, and the slightly painful sensation added to her pleasure. His other hand started a gradual descent from her shoulders down her waist. It moved ever so slowly, languidly, before he reached her bottom and pulled her into his erection once again. Surely she had to be mistaken- what she felt against her could not possibly be the size of his penis. She shivered in slight fear and amazement, wondering about what lay ahead of her.
Michael let go of her hair and both hands came up on her shoulders, pushing her away, breaking the contact, while holding her stable with outstretched arms.
“Are you ok?” His voice was husky and very dark.
She felt dizzy and disoriented. She licked her lips that felt bruised and swollen. Her eyes opened. She saw the fire burning in his eyes and wanted nothing more than to have that beautiful, sensual mouth on her once again.
She nodded.
“I told you not to stop looking at me. You just continue to break the rules. And you know that I have to make sure you fully understand your…” he hesitated, “…position.”
His voice had deepened at the last word, sending a shiver down her spine, and additional fluid into her vagina.
His hand ever so gently stroked up her spine, only to run his long, elegant fingers back downward in slow motion over her heated skin. Both hands softly touched the material of her skirt with no more force than a butterfly wing striking the petal of a flower in passing. One finger of each hand traced the outline of her perfect ass through the material, before he, suddenly rougher, let his hands slide under the black cloth to firmly knead her buttocks. She tried to contain a sigh and willed herself to not arch into his magic palms.
He noticed the slight movement. His hands stilled, leaving her skin cold and abandoned.
“Discipline is an art. You have to be willing to accept to be schooled to fully appreciate it. Maybe you aren’t ready, maybe you want me to stop.”
His eyes met hers again, one eyebrow raised in question. This was it. This was her chance to flee, to pretend this had never happened, and to escape this experience. But even as the thought entered her mind, nothing in the universe could have made her move, could have motivated her to leave this sweet torture behind. She shook her head and tried to find her voice.
“No, I don’t want to leave. Please, please let me stay.”
His sensual lips formed a small, almost triumphant smile as she had lost all of the superiority in her tone that had irritated him so badly before.
“What is it you want to stay for?”
“Teach me. Please, don’t stop.”
She did not think twice about begging him. She knew in that instant she would die if he made her leave.
“Are you sure?”
His finger approached her swollen labia which were slick from her juices, and the tingling intensified at the light gliding sensation.
“Yes oh, God, please don’t stop.”
She felt tears rising. She could not believe she has been reduced to this. And yet, to her surprise she felt as if she was finally finding herself.
“Do you trust me?”
That was a tricky question. She trusted no one. She knew she could only depend on herself and her strength, her experience, and her wit.
The finger traced her drenched opening.
If she could have willed it inside, she would have. She craved his touch with an intensity that bordered on insanity.
He felt her hesitation and patiently repeated the question.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, I do. I trust you.” She finally forced the words out almost against her will.
He removed his hand. No! She said the words; she gave him what he wanted. Why was he not granting her the relief she considered more vital than her next breath?
She saw his hands appear behind her. He held something and brought it around her head. Before her brain could identify the object, her vision became obstructed, as the black, silken blindfold was placed over her eyes. She felt him tying it behind her head, as he gently assured himself it sat snugly over her eyes without hurting her. Her senses jolted to attention, she felt anxiety rise. She had never been good at games depriving her of her sight, and she did not like the dark.
“Michael?”
“Shhhhht.” She heard his honey voice, before she felt his breath on her cheek as he placed a gentle kiss on her.
Chapter 1: Beginning
She had returned just hours earlier. For days, she had told herself that this was not going to happen again, that she had to go cold turkey and just try to forget the small glimpses of the most incredible pleasure she had ever experienced. She had tried to be strong and resist the pull. Finally, the realization had dawned that resistance was not sustainable. He was a drug she craved, a virus she had no resistance to.
He was her prison.
He was her liberation.
She feared his power and at the same time started to comprehend that her submission was its own form of control.
It was so clear now that the path to finding the true essence of herself led through the most exquisite torture imaginable.
Michael had brought her to this small house before. He was careful to keep this part of himself hidden from anyone who regularly worked with him. It was almost funny that he kept insisting she trust him, when obviously, trust was highly problematic for him. However, not unlike her, he had to make certain concessions and had to occasionally take that leap of faith to avoid denying himself. He had at that point not touched her intimately and had not yet kissed her, since he had cornered her in a back office after stalking her first mentally, then physically.
She had quite literally run into him after a bathroom break. Actually, she had taken a break to settle her nerves and to escape his piercing eyes. She dropped her legal pad and her pen. He crouched down with amazing grace and retrieved her supplies before she had chance to react. Kneeling down before her, he gazed up at her legs before making eye contact again. As he rose, his hand seemingly accidentally brushed against her silky stocking, sending sparks into every cell of her body. She had grabbed her pen and escaped into an empty office to try and calm her breathing. She was embarrassed and mad at herself for letting him affect her. She had not heard him approach, but felt his warm fingers on her wrist, turning her into him, overwhelming her with the most erotic and intoxicating kiss she had ever experienced. She was too surprised to think and could only react from a purely instinctual part deep inside as she returned the kiss. His exit was as quick and abrupt as his entrance, leaving her stunned and wanting more. Since then, they had exchanged glances and heated looks, secret emails and notes. Now, showing her his hidden world, he wanted her to be informed and fully aware of what she was agreeing to.
They had met across a conference table as she was taking a deposition with the rest of the legal team she was part of. Their client was seeking monetary compensation for breach of contract. In her opinion, it was a frivolous suit, but so what; she was part of the team and it certainly paid the rent. And then some… She had noticed Michael’s appraising glances, had caught his eyes on her ass, her chest, and her face more than once. They had started to exchange testy, but flirty comments which were at times heavily laden with sexual tension and overtones. It went from there. She knew she was in serious trouble should anyone ever find out about her involvement with him, but that small voice whispered that that was part of the thrill. He was the forbidden fruit in so many more ways than one. And the temptation to taste what she could not have had finally become insurmountable.
After offering her a drink, he had shown her the rooms of the small modernly furnished house. He had given her time to touch objects, to ask questions. Looking back, she remembered the trance-like state she had been in, like a child exploring a new land full of strange yet intriguing promises. She had thought she would be shocked, but only remembered the arousal which intensified with increasing comprehension.
He told her to take her time and think about the arrangement he proposed. He emphasized she needed to be fully aware of that she was agreeing to and that she was totally free to make her decision. She felt as if that choice had been taken from her already; not by him, but by her own senses, her own curiosities, and her own desires.
She stepped up close to him, her eyes locking with his. He reached out and touched her cheek, gazing at her patiently. She felt his warm, elegant fingers on her face, and turned her cheek, seeking increased contact with his palm. He softly ran his hand along her jaw line. His finger reached out and traced her bottom lip. She felt infused by his energy, his light, and closed her eyes for a second. Her mouth opened slightly as a silent sigh escaped. He continued his soft touch on the other side of her face, gently tucking an errantstrand of hair behind her ear, before returning over her cheek to her mouth. She could not resist her urge to taste him, and her tip of her tongue darted out to make shy contact. His eyes now concentrated on her mouth, her tongue, and his fingers came to rest on her chin as he ever so softly tilted his face up to his.
His voice was a husky whisper.
“Tell me, you agree. Tell me you want to do this. I want to kiss you so badly right now, but I will not do it, until you ask me to. You have to be sure that this is what you really want.”
She nodded as if hypnotized by his soothing voice, seduced by his burning eyes, starving for the promised kiss.
“You can’t just nod, you have to agree.”
He stood as close as he could without actually touching her, and she felt the heat from his body threatening to incinerate her. At the same time, his sweet breath tantalized her with its cool sensation. He smelled of spicy cinnamon and she would give anything for a taste.
“I agree.”
She was not sure where her voice had emerged from. Its hoarseness and determination startled her. The words seemed to have been spoken without volition.
“You agree to what?”
“I agree to have you be my…”
He placed a gently butterfly kiss on her bottom lip. The contact was barely noticeable, but felt like 2000 volts of electricity coursing through her.
“Have me be your what?”
She swallowed. She felt every hair on her body stand up, ignited by his close contact. Goose bumps raced up and down her spine and her nipples became engorged, agitated by the fabric of her bra, further heightening her arousal. She felt a fluttering sensation spread from the pit of her stomach to her uterus and into her vagina, causing her labia and her clitoris to plump, while a gush of liquid drenched her panties. It was difficult for her to understand her body’s extreme reaction which was achieved solely by the proximity of Michael’s body and by the touch of his smooth, subtle lips.
“What?” She sighed out, remembering there had been a question there somewhere.
Obviously all the blood in her body was pooling in her breasts and below her waist.
His tongue darted out, and he traced her lip with it softly, providing another jolt to her system. She opened her mouth, trying to engage his tongue, trying to force the kiss she was starving for. He backed away slightly, and she corrected by patiently offering her mouth to him. His teeth gently bit her bottom lip as he sucked on it for one heavenly moment. The flame immediately raced from her mouth to her clit and she moaned as her hip shot forward. He once again increased the distance, his hands holding her by her hip now.
“We have to work on you moving so much without me telling you to. Right after…”
He kissed her cheeks.
“…you tell me what you are agreeing to.”
“I am agreeing to …to be with you.”
He arrived at her ear, started to suck on her earlobe, and let his tongue caress it before his teeth grabbed a hold.
“Michael…please.” She felt close to tears, suddenly doubting her ability to utter the words he wanted to hear.
His hands glided from her waist to her ass, and he just softly rested them there.
“What? It’s not difficult, girl. Tell me what exactly you are agreeing to.”
“You know what. Oh my God, please… I want...”
She felt irritation rise. He knew what she wanted. She had been clear. Why did he have to make her say it?
“What do you want? Do you want…this?”
He pulled her ass close to him at the last word in an almost violent motion as his pelvis drove forward in a simulated thrust. She stumbled slightly, reaching for his shoulders to steady herself, before being stunned by the feeling of his rock hard ridge pressing into her. He still held her butt and gently gyrated his hips against her now, making her almost forget the clothes separating them. Her head fell back as she moved with him.
“Oh, girl, you feel so good. We can be so good together. You have no idea how good I can make you feel. I can feel how hot you are. I can smell your arousal. See? Can you feel how hard you make me? I want to give all this to you, but you have to say it.”
She felt like she was on the very edge of a climax. She would be horrified if she came from him just rubbing against her- at the same time, there was nothing she wanted more –other than to feel that huge weapon in his pants buried deeply inside her.
“I want you to show me how to … I want you to be...to be in control.”
He backed up slightly, smiling at her.
“Ok, I’ll let you get away with this for now. You are new at this, and I will cut you some slack. But…,” he kissed her one more time with a chaste contact that did not match his movement from seconds earlier. “You will say the word before we are done. I can promise you that.”
He backed away slightly and walked around her, stopping close to her back. He was not touching her, but his heat engulfed her like a comforting cloak. He reached out and moved her long hair to the side of her neck. She felt his own long hair tickling her sensitive skin as his head leaned in.
“Hmm, you smell so good. Like Vanilla, I like it.”
He nuzzled her neck. She felt his breath caressing her again. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of his heat, his scent, and his body being so close to her.
Finally his tongue made contact, licking her with short little strokes before drawing little wet circles. She felt the slick, slightly rough contact and heard a small whimper that she realized too late had escaped her throat. Michael placed little kisses along her neck and her nape, lifting her hair up higher. He intermittently showered her with little bites before his hand reached around her head, turning it, bringing her mouth to where he could reach it. His tongue traced her bottom lip and he again nipped and bit along its fleshy curve before sucking it into his mouth. Suddenly, he applied more pressure to her head as his lips finally descended over her in a hard and hungry kiss. His tongue entered her almost forcefully, seeking her out demandingly. Another small sound escaped from deep in her throat. The tingling in her pussy and breasts turned into a tornado of heat and incinerated her nerve endings. He changed his position again and came up toward her front now, just breaking the kiss enough to allow for the movement. Their tongues were dancing an erotic dance, as Michael alternated hard stabs with soft seducing movements. She could not recall a kiss affecting her in this way- ever. She again teetered on the verge of an orgasm, still fully clothed, just from the sensation of his tongue making love to her.
Michael still held her hair with one hand, and applied gentle tugging pressure, and the slightly painful sensation added to her pleasure. His other hand started a gradual descent from her shoulders down her waist. It moved ever so slowly, languidly, before he reached her bottom and pulled her into his erection once again. Surely she had to be mistaken- what she felt against her could not possibly be the size of his penis. She shivered in slight fear and amazement, wondering about what lay ahead of her.
Michael let go of her hair and both hands came up on her shoulders, pushing her away, breaking the contact, while holding her stable with outstretched arms.
“Are you ok?” His voice was husky and very dark.
She felt dizzy and disoriented. She licked her lips that felt bruised and swollen. Her eyes opened. She saw the fire burning in his eyes and wanted nothing more than to have that beautiful, sensual mouth on her once again.
She nodded.
“When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me. If I do not want you to speak, I will let you know. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He looked at her as if waiting for something else. She licked her lips and swallowed hard.
“Yes, sir.”
A little smile appeared on his face, intensifying the faint lines under his eyes. She thought that Michael had never looked more beautiful or more captivating. Of course, she had always adored his youthful looks in the past, but now, he had the chiseled features and sensual lines that came with age and maturity. She remembered staring at his face across the table, thinking how utterly sexy he looked in his slightly tinted reading glasses. Of course, that was one of the times he had caught her, and rewarded her with an almost undetectable, sensual smirk. The smile told tales of what he wanted to do to her and what he wanted to receive in return. And now she was so close to finding out.
She could barely fathom the events of the past four weeks. Finding out she had been added to the team to make a case against Michael Jackson had been strange enough. She could still visualize herself as a teen, staring at his posters, gazing into his eyes, listening to his music, hoping to one day meet him in person. Of course, over time, she had grown from a fanatic little teenie fan to a mature, professional woman who kept her secret fantasies about the King Of Pop hidden from everyone. She had outgrown her fascination with him- or so she had thought. Sure, she still listened to his music, danced to it, sang to it, might even have used it for stimulation in private moments. But that was it- no more thoughts about possibly personal encounters. And then she had met him. With that, everything she had ever thought she knew about him had changed. But worse than that: everything she had held to be true about her own self image and self perception was obliterated.
She could barely fathom the events of the past four weeks. Finding out she had been added to the team to make a case against Michael Jackson had been strange enough. She could still visualize herself as a teen, staring at his posters, gazing into his eyes, listening to his music, hoping to one day meet him in person. Of course, over time, she had grown from a fanatic little teenie fan to a mature, professional woman who kept her secret fantasies about the King Of Pop hidden from everyone. She had outgrown her fascination with him- or so she had thought. Sure, she still listened to his music, danced to it, sang to it, might even have used it for stimulation in private moments. But that was it- no more thoughts about possibly personal encounters. And then she had met him. With that, everything she had ever thought she knew about him had changed. But worse than that: everything she had held to be true about her own self image and self perception was obliterated.
At first she was amazed at the impact of his charisma. She had tried to prepare herself by looking at his recent pictures and press reports. But the stills and videos could not hold a candle to the man’s magnetic aura. If she had thought him handsome before, she was now blown away by his stunning good looks. The true mystery of his eyes had never been captured appropriately by any still image. He wore glasses which added to his sophisticated, intriguing quality. His hair fell in soft waves around his face and to his shoulders. He was slim and lithe, his exquisite suits hinting at the strength contained in his dancer’s body. He was polite and charming, even to the members of the opposing legal team. At times, he became very sarcastic, his answers bordering on snide, but he always stayed courteous on the surface. She had to work hard to detect small signs of annoyance when he became irritated at a question. His face gave away preciously little, and she marveled at his amazing self-control. The senior partner asking the questions could be a prick, but Michael seemed to have fun toying with him most of the time. When she asked questions, Michael granted her his full attention. At times, it was clear he was flirting with her, such as when she inquired if she needed to give him more time to answer a question. He looked at her, and the hint of a smile reflected in his eyes when he answered in a serious tone.
“I would take anything you could give, counselor.”
She was annoyed at the innuendo, but even more annoyed at the fluttering tingle spreading from the pit of her stomach to her vagina. What was wrong with her? And why did his eyes tell her he was well aware of the effect his words had on her, when she knew her face had not betrayed her?
Her brain struggled to comprehend how Michael had looked at her and had detected and understood something about her that she was not aware of herself. And her mind still strained to reconcile the events of the deposition room with her current situation. She had thrown all professional ethics to the wind at the chance to hand her body over to this man. She had thought and dreamt of little else but to have him touch her, to be able to touch him, to submit her desires and fantasies to him, and to let him bring her untold pleasure.
Michael’s hands still rested on her shoulders. The silence brought her back.
“Where were you?”
“What? I’m right here.”
“You looked so far away.”
“I was just thinking about how we met.”
He smiled.
“How we met? You mean when you were all bitchy and pissy to me all the time while your eyes asked me to fuck you?”
She felt another shot of heat entering her hearing his rough language that was incongruent with his tone and his gentle demeanor.
“My eyes never asked you to do that. Your eyes, on the other hand- your eyes were undressing me for days.”
“Gee, aren’t we spunky? Were they now?”
His hands left her shoulders, and slowly descended her arms. He ended the touch at her fingertips, before letting the index fingers of both hands glide up her upper body from the outside of her waist line. She felt the tingle on her skin through her silk blouse.
“Were they looking here?”
His fingers came around her breasts, and he softly touched each mound through her blouse and her bra. Her nipples cried out angrily at the fabric preventing them from meeting the heat of his palms. She swallowed.
“Yes, they were.”
His hands grazed the underside of her breast toward her back now. They met against her spine and trailed down to her derriere where they each grabbed one of her butt cheeks, rubbing them reverently. Her eyes closed. Again she cursed the material of the skirt that both enhanced the gliding touch but also prevented more intimate contact. He was driving her crazy with these slow caresses.
“What about here? Did I look at your ass?”
“Yes….sir.”
“Good girl. You learn fast. One of the things you will come to understand is that your body will be mine. Your breasts will be mine; your ass will be mine …”
One hand came around to her front and, as his eyes bore into her, he cupped her mound through her skirt, as his other hand roughly squeezed her glutes, intensifying her arousal tenfold.
“And that sweet pussy will also be mine. Do you agree?”
Her breathing rate had escalated, and she heard herself panting.
“Yes, sir.”
His mouth leaned in and his lip once again made burning contact, quenching her thirst while intensifying her hunger. He played with her tongue, then closed his lips up again, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, giving it yet another small bite.
She moaned.
“Do you want me?”
His voice was a barely audible whisper.
“Oh my God, I want you so badly.” Her answer was almost a sob.
His hands left her and he backed away. She had not noticed the chair behind them, had been oblivious as he maneuvered them toward the exquisite piece of furniture.
Michael sat down and she looked at him in confusion. Why had he left her? He was silent, his eyes incinerating her with their flames. He seemed to wait and she started to feel insecure about not knowing how to meet the expectations she did not understand. He let the moment linger, making her squirm visibly as she tried to comprehend the rules of engagement. Finally, the tension became unbearable.
She was annoyed at the innuendo, but even more annoyed at the fluttering tingle spreading from the pit of her stomach to her vagina. What was wrong with her? And why did his eyes tell her he was well aware of the effect his words had on her, when she knew her face had not betrayed her?
Her brain struggled to comprehend how Michael had looked at her and had detected and understood something about her that she was not aware of herself. And her mind still strained to reconcile the events of the deposition room with her current situation. She had thrown all professional ethics to the wind at the chance to hand her body over to this man. She had thought and dreamt of little else but to have him touch her, to be able to touch him, to submit her desires and fantasies to him, and to let him bring her untold pleasure.
Michael’s hands still rested on her shoulders. The silence brought her back.
“Where were you?”
“What? I’m right here.”
“You looked so far away.”
“I was just thinking about how we met.”
He smiled.
“How we met? You mean when you were all bitchy and pissy to me all the time while your eyes asked me to fuck you?”
She felt another shot of heat entering her hearing his rough language that was incongruent with his tone and his gentle demeanor.
“My eyes never asked you to do that. Your eyes, on the other hand- your eyes were undressing me for days.”
“Gee, aren’t we spunky? Were they now?”
His hands left her shoulders, and slowly descended her arms. He ended the touch at her fingertips, before letting the index fingers of both hands glide up her upper body from the outside of her waist line. She felt the tingle on her skin through her silk blouse.
“Were they looking here?”
His fingers came around her breasts, and he softly touched each mound through her blouse and her bra. Her nipples cried out angrily at the fabric preventing them from meeting the heat of his palms. She swallowed.
“Yes, they were.”
His hands grazed the underside of her breast toward her back now. They met against her spine and trailed down to her derriere where they each grabbed one of her butt cheeks, rubbing them reverently. Her eyes closed. Again she cursed the material of the skirt that both enhanced the gliding touch but also prevented more intimate contact. He was driving her crazy with these slow caresses.
“What about here? Did I look at your ass?”
“Yes….sir.”
“Good girl. You learn fast. One of the things you will come to understand is that your body will be mine. Your breasts will be mine; your ass will be mine …”
One hand came around to her front and, as his eyes bore into her, he cupped her mound through her skirt, as his other hand roughly squeezed her glutes, intensifying her arousal tenfold.
“And that sweet pussy will also be mine. Do you agree?”
Her breathing rate had escalated, and she heard herself panting.
“Yes, sir.”
His mouth leaned in and his lip once again made burning contact, quenching her thirst while intensifying her hunger. He played with her tongue, then closed his lips up again, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, giving it yet another small bite.
She moaned.
“Do you want me?”
His voice was a barely audible whisper.
“Oh my God, I want you so badly.” Her answer was almost a sob.
His hands left her and he backed away. She had not noticed the chair behind them, had been oblivious as he maneuvered them toward the exquisite piece of furniture.
Michael sat down and she looked at him in confusion. Why had he left her? He was silent, his eyes incinerating her with their flames. He seemed to wait and she started to feel insecure about not knowing how to meet the expectations she did not understand. He let the moment linger, making her squirm visibly as she tried to comprehend the rules of engagement. Finally, the tension became unbearable.
“What would you like me to do?” She hated her small voice, but hated the distance he put between them even more.
“I want to see what you are offering. Take off your clothes.”
The words inspired apprehension, fear, insecurity, and yet another gush of liquid to her private center.
Interlude:
Her hands continued to rest on the smooth surface of the mirror. In her mind’s eye she saw the recollection of the woman she once thought she knew. Nothing she had once believed to be part of her core mattered any longer. Everything she was now centered on him: on his presence, his voice, the anticipation of his touch.
Some secret switch in her mind had been flipped. The blindfold robbing her of her sight also was her worm hole to another universe as the most intense sensations flooded her. He touched her wrists and moved her hands slightly to the side, causing new icy coldness to assault her heated palms.
“Don’t let go, and don’t you dare move. You have been warned more than once.”
“I won’t.”
She felt him tug at her pony tail slightly, pulling her head back. His breath caressed her lips.
“You won’t, what?” He whispered. She could tell his lips were a hair’s breadth away.
“I will not move, sir.”
She was rewarded by his tongue seeking entrance into her hot mouth. It felt soft, cool, and moist. Greedily, she welcomed the velvet contact. Breaking away, her heart was left racing, the beat like the rhythmic pounding of a war drum.
Michael stepped behind her. Her ears discerned some clatter that she interpreted as him picking up something. A second later, an object made contact with her right ankle. The material was smooth, it felt like a small, rectangular patch, moving slowly up her calf, her leg, tickling and teasing her with its soft upward motion. As it approached the hem of her skirt, she could tell by upward lift of the material that the small patch was attached to a longer handle of some sort. Understanding dawned, and she felt a stab of pleasure rip through her as the throbbing in her belly, her vagina, and her clitoris escalated. The patch and stick were part of the riding crop she had seen before. As Michael moved it along her leg, it was now lifting her skirt, the crop dipping under it, gently caressing her ass. He ran it across her glutes in circular motion, and then let it descend back to her thigh, before initiating the slow and torturous climb along her inner thigh. Incapable of suppressing a shiver, she felt the tip dangerously close to her swollen pussy. For what seemed like a nanosecond, it touched her outer lip, before ran it to back to her ass, letting it cross over to her left side, tracing her ass cheek, running it down her leg with tickling drag, before it ever so slowly ascended once more.
“I love to watch the little shiver bumps race up your leg when I touch you. Your skin is so sensitive, so smooth.”
His voice was deep and dripping with sensuality.
The crop lifted the skirt that had once again slipped and slightly covered her again. She felt his hand on her other ass cheek, massaging it like before.
“It’s so amazing how you can be soft and firm at the same time. Your skin is getting nice and pink from my hand. But I think we need to give it some more color.”
The material was now lifted all the way to her waist, and her ass was fully uncovered. She felt the air cooling her for a moment, attesting to her open and vulnerable state.
“I’m sorry baby, I hope you are not too cold, standing there, all exposed. Maybe we can turn the heat up a bit.”
Holding her breath she felt wetness trickle out of her sopping well and down her thigh. Any second now… She thought the tensions would kill her.
The first stinging contact of the crop forced her to inhale sharply, almost making her climax with the pleasure that accompanied it. She moaned, her head falling back. The impact was not designed to hurt her, and it was measured just right to let her experience the purest pleasure.
“Three more, baby, and don’t you dare make a sound. Not if you plan on me letting you cum any time soon.”
She bit her lip, anticipating the next impact, her fear nothing compared to the longing for the glimpse of pure ecstasy to which Michael held the key. From the very start, he had never let her forget that he was in charge of her body and her pleasure. What amazed her was not that he dominated her in this way, but that she had found such total liberation from being his submissive and very willing accomplice.
From that first day, she had learned that he asked and demanded her total surrender. And asking her to forsake the comfort of her clothing had been only the beginning.
Chapter 2: Initiation
Staring at him, she found it difficult to swallow. He wanted her to undress? Like this? With him sitting casually in front of her, his appraising eyes fueling a fire which devoured her sanity? She nervously bit her bottom lip, her body shaking both from anticipation and an internal struggle as remnants of her pride objected.
Sensing her hesitation, he raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Something wrong? You know, as I told you before, these little shows of disobedience will be punished. Do not think I am not keeping count. And you will be in charge of keeping the count later, my dear. I believe we are up to five.”
Five? Five what?
Reading her thoughts, his eyes moved to the small table that contained a variety of objects. She swallowed hard again, as the throbbing in her vagina reached a new level. More fluid gushed to her center and she was sure she felt it seeping through her panties now. He could not really be serious, could he?
Her hands had started to unbutton her red silk blouse. Her fingers shook, the cool material tickling her hot skin as she slowly slid out of the sleeves, taking off the garment and dropping it to the ground. A shiver raced through her, provoked by the exposure to the cool air moved by the ceiling fan as well as to his lava-hot eyes. Michael’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he gave her a small nod. She felt braver now, as layers of her modesty were discarded as well. Noticing a small shift in his position, a new feeling of power started to set in. How nice to know he was affected by her as well.
Her fingers reached behind her waist, getting ready to open the button and zipper of her skirt.
Michael shook his head. “No, your bra first. I want to see you half naked.”
Trying to attempt a smile, her eyes locked to his, she obeyed, her hands reaching around to undo the clasp. She kept her elbows close to her body, taking off each shoulder strap very deliberately and slowly, both to delay the moment she would offer her breasts to him and to tease him in retaliation for the sensual torment he was subjecting her to. His eyes left hers and concentrated on her chest, before meeting her gaze again, willing her to drop the lacy material.
Her hands continued to rest on the smooth surface of the mirror. In her mind’s eye she saw the recollection of the woman she once thought she knew. Nothing she had once believed to be part of her core mattered any longer. Everything she was now centered on him: on his presence, his voice, the anticipation of his touch.
Some secret switch in her mind had been flipped. The blindfold robbing her of her sight also was her worm hole to another universe as the most intense sensations flooded her. He touched her wrists and moved her hands slightly to the side, causing new icy coldness to assault her heated palms.
“Don’t let go, and don’t you dare move. You have been warned more than once.”
“I won’t.”
She felt him tug at her pony tail slightly, pulling her head back. His breath caressed her lips.
“You won’t, what?” He whispered. She could tell his lips were a hair’s breadth away.
“I will not move, sir.”
She was rewarded by his tongue seeking entrance into her hot mouth. It felt soft, cool, and moist. Greedily, she welcomed the velvet contact. Breaking away, her heart was left racing, the beat like the rhythmic pounding of a war drum.
Michael stepped behind her. Her ears discerned some clatter that she interpreted as him picking up something. A second later, an object made contact with her right ankle. The material was smooth, it felt like a small, rectangular patch, moving slowly up her calf, her leg, tickling and teasing her with its soft upward motion. As it approached the hem of her skirt, she could tell by upward lift of the material that the small patch was attached to a longer handle of some sort. Understanding dawned, and she felt a stab of pleasure rip through her as the throbbing in her belly, her vagina, and her clitoris escalated. The patch and stick were part of the riding crop she had seen before. As Michael moved it along her leg, it was now lifting her skirt, the crop dipping under it, gently caressing her ass. He ran it across her glutes in circular motion, and then let it descend back to her thigh, before initiating the slow and torturous climb along her inner thigh. Incapable of suppressing a shiver, she felt the tip dangerously close to her swollen pussy. For what seemed like a nanosecond, it touched her outer lip, before ran it to back to her ass, letting it cross over to her left side, tracing her ass cheek, running it down her leg with tickling drag, before it ever so slowly ascended once more.
“I love to watch the little shiver bumps race up your leg when I touch you. Your skin is so sensitive, so smooth.”
His voice was deep and dripping with sensuality.
The crop lifted the skirt that had once again slipped and slightly covered her again. She felt his hand on her other ass cheek, massaging it like before.
“It’s so amazing how you can be soft and firm at the same time. Your skin is getting nice and pink from my hand. But I think we need to give it some more color.”
The material was now lifted all the way to her waist, and her ass was fully uncovered. She felt the air cooling her for a moment, attesting to her open and vulnerable state.
“I’m sorry baby, I hope you are not too cold, standing there, all exposed. Maybe we can turn the heat up a bit.”
Holding her breath she felt wetness trickle out of her sopping well and down her thigh. Any second now… She thought the tensions would kill her.
The first stinging contact of the crop forced her to inhale sharply, almost making her climax with the pleasure that accompanied it. She moaned, her head falling back. The impact was not designed to hurt her, and it was measured just right to let her experience the purest pleasure.
“Three more, baby, and don’t you dare make a sound. Not if you plan on me letting you cum any time soon.”
She bit her lip, anticipating the next impact, her fear nothing compared to the longing for the glimpse of pure ecstasy to which Michael held the key. From the very start, he had never let her forget that he was in charge of her body and her pleasure. What amazed her was not that he dominated her in this way, but that she had found such total liberation from being his submissive and very willing accomplice.
From that first day, she had learned that he asked and demanded her total surrender. And asking her to forsake the comfort of her clothing had been only the beginning.
Chapter 2: Initiation
Staring at him, she found it difficult to swallow. He wanted her to undress? Like this? With him sitting casually in front of her, his appraising eyes fueling a fire which devoured her sanity? She nervously bit her bottom lip, her body shaking both from anticipation and an internal struggle as remnants of her pride objected.
Sensing her hesitation, he raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Something wrong? You know, as I told you before, these little shows of disobedience will be punished. Do not think I am not keeping count. And you will be in charge of keeping the count later, my dear. I believe we are up to five.”
Five? Five what?
Reading her thoughts, his eyes moved to the small table that contained a variety of objects. She swallowed hard again, as the throbbing in her vagina reached a new level. More fluid gushed to her center and she was sure she felt it seeping through her panties now. He could not really be serious, could he?
Her hands had started to unbutton her red silk blouse. Her fingers shook, the cool material tickling her hot skin as she slowly slid out of the sleeves, taking off the garment and dropping it to the ground. A shiver raced through her, provoked by the exposure to the cool air moved by the ceiling fan as well as to his lava-hot eyes. Michael’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he gave her a small nod. She felt braver now, as layers of her modesty were discarded as well. Noticing a small shift in his position, a new feeling of power started to set in. How nice to know he was affected by her as well.
Her fingers reached behind her waist, getting ready to open the button and zipper of her skirt.
Michael shook his head. “No, your bra first. I want to see you half naked.”
Trying to attempt a smile, her eyes locked to his, she obeyed, her hands reaching around to undo the clasp. She kept her elbows close to her body, taking off each shoulder strap very deliberately and slowly, both to delay the moment she would offer her breasts to him and to tease him in retaliation for the sensual torment he was subjecting her to. His eyes left hers and concentrated on her chest, before meeting her gaze again, willing her to drop the lacy material.
She finally obliged, exposing her upper body to him. Sudden worry spread through her mind. For much of her adolescence and young adult life, she had suffered from the knowledge that her breasts were nowhere near as bountiful as she thought they should be. Eventually she had grown more confident and self assured and with it blossomed a new acceptance of all the different aspects of her body. She knew that while other woman had her certainly beat in cup size, she had nothing to be ashamed of as her breasts were perfectly shaped, perky, and possessed lovely nipples, that right now were rigid peaks, stimulated by the air and her intense sexual arousal. To overcome the sudden nagging insecurity, she improvised, running her hands over her breasts, her thumbs stimulating her nipples, causing them to contract and stiffen. A sigh escaped and was not wasted on Michael, whose hand was now resting on the noticeable bulge in his pants. He gently applied pressure to his cock, and she wished he would grant her permission to free him.
“God, girl, you are so beautiful. I knew you would be. I cannot wait fill my mouth with your sweetness. Come here.” His voice was a hoarse whisper.
She approached him and he spread his legs, letting her step in between. He pulled her into his lap, one hand pulling her mouth to him as the other one slowly journeyed from her waist up toward her chest. Her senses went up in flames, her nerves assaulted by his tongue, his erection under her, and his fingers closing over her breast, his thumb teasing her rigid nipple. She moaned into his mouth, not breaking his kiss, grinding her ass into his lap. His fingers closed over her nipple, now applying pressure. The painful twinge made her gasp. He left her mouth and lowered his head, his tongue darting out, lapping at the tortured peak. His other hand started to play with the nipple of her other breast, rubbing and pinching it alternately. Just when she thought she could not take it any longer, she felt his teeth on her, biting her gently yet noticeably.
“Oh my God, Michael.” As soon as the sob escaped her mouth, she bit her tongue. He was driving her absolutely crazy, and she was not sure how much more of this she could take. His lips left her breast, the nipple, glistening, and harder than she had ever seen it. He smiled at her and switched to her other breast, leaving her squirming in his lap, gasping, moaning, and teetering at the verge of a climax. Just when electric overload threatened, he lifted his head, licking his lips.
“Enough of that. Let me see what else you have been hiding. Get up. Take off your panties. I can feel they are flooded anyway.”
Her panties? What about her skirt first? Ok, he was the boss. She rose from his lap, instantly missing the hardness under her. Her legs barely held her upright, her pussy so swollen she had trouble taking the two steps away from him.
Reaching under her skirt, she bent over slightly, retrieving her panties. It was a warm day and she had not worn stockings, her legs tan from spending time outside running on the beach.
She removed her panties. He was correct, they were unbelievably wet. She started to realize that if this play continued much longer she no longer possessed a barrier that would prevent her juices from running down her legs. The thought did nothing to cool her.
“How wet are you?”
Fuck, why did he not just come and find out?
“Very.”
“Touch yourself. Touch my pussy and tell me if it’s ready to be fucked.”
Until this moment, she had never understood how words alone could launch an orgasm, but now she was dangerously close to finding out.
She stepped closer, almost was standing between his legs again. Her hand reached under her skirt, pulling it up slightly, as her fingers approached the soft curls, then slid lower toward the satin slickness of her labia.
“Trace the outside. Don’t stick it in yet.”
Michael’s eyes were almost black now. His tongue had darted out and moistened his beautiful lips, making them glisten. His hand started to massage his erection through his pants.
She did as instructed, fighting the urge to plunge her fingers inside herself.
“Well?” His head was cocked to the side.
She did not recognize her voice any longer. “Michael, I am so wet. My pussy is swollen. Please, Michael, I can’t stand it.”
“Take off your skirt.”
She obeyed, no longer dreading being naked, but hoping it would bring her closer to the release she hungered for. Stepping out and over the skirt, she took one step closer. He rose from the chair, walking around her once. Once again, he reminded her of a sleek, beautiful, yet deadly predator, stalking his prey. He did not touch her, just silently perused her body. When he stood in front of her again he touched her waist, and then ran both hands up either side of her body. He touched her breasts, both thumbs flicking the nipples, before gliding down to her belly and behind to her ass, feeling the two firm rounded globes, kneading them with strong hands, spreading her slightly. One hand left her ass and found her strong thigh. It climbed toward her apex in slow motion, before dipping into the spring of her pleasure, causing her head to roll back. She felt her juices spilling over. Two fingers found her liquid heat, slipping into her, spreading her swollen flesh, rotating inside, touching her internal walls. The orgasm that seemed to have been building for hours threatened to overwhelm her.
“I can feel how close you are, girl. Don’t you dare cum without my permission.”
His thumb found her bundle of nerves which reminded her of an electric cord robbed of all isolation.
The jolt hit her uterus directly, sending burning sparks outward. He flicked it again and as he pulled his fingers out slightly only to pump then into her once again.
“Please, Michael, may I cum?” She sobbed, meeting his eyes, trying to prevent breaking the rules of the game.
The fingers stilled.
NO!
“No, I don’t think so. You are not ready. I don’t want to spoil your fun.”
He must have lost his mind. Not ready? She could not remember a time she was readier to cum. She feared the slightest movement of air around her might send her off.
She stared at Michael as he removed his fingers, raising them to his mouth, his tongue darting out, licking his finger now, letting the tip enter his sensual mouth.
“You taste like heaven, girl. I can’t wait to put my mouth on you. To close my lips around that clit of yours. I felt how big and swollen it was, I can’t wait to suck on it. I bet it is like a ripe, red cherry. But first…”
His hands had come up on her shoulders and he applied gentle pressure.
“First, I would like to see what your mouth can do when it is not busy bossing me around. I would like you to get on your knees.”
Dazed she dropped to her knees, finding her face close to what she had been longing to see, to touch, and to taste for the longest time. Her trembling hands approached his crotch, impatient to free his straining erection.
His hand caught hers, stopping her intentions.
“Ask for it.”
He could be so damn frustrating. How long did he intend to make her suffer?
She licked her suddenly parched lips.
“Michael, please let me take out your cock and suck it.”
He smiled down at her.
“You have no idea how long I have been waiting for those words.”
He released her hands and she put her nervous fingers to work, opening his fly. Reaching in, her breath caught. She had felt him against her earlier, had therefore gotten a preview that he would not be small or even average. Still, when her fingers closed against his hot manhood, she felt a tinge of fear. She could not imagine that she was about to take him into her mouth and she questioned how she would ever fit him into her love canal, knowing full well it had never been invaded by anything comparable to his size.
Finally, she was successful in opening his pants all the way, sliding them down his muscular legs. She made a mental note to pay attention to those strong legs later, but right this moment her complete focus was on Michael’s engorged penis. As her fingers grasped his soft steel firmer now, she started to stroke its length, enjoying the glide of the velvet heat over and against the throbbing core. She was so close, could see the ridges, the veins, and noticed a small drop of pre-cum escaping from the small opening of his sensitive head. On her next upward stroke, her thumb caressed the top, repaying him for the similar administration to her clit earlier. Rewarded by his moan, she looked up, finding he had closed his eyes. His head had slightly fallen back and he bit his bottom lip, as she had seen him do before when he was lost in concentration. The surge of power and control racing through her was amazing. Michael must have felt her eyes on him, and he opened his, reestablishing contact. His hands came to rest on her head and he pushed her mouth toward him as his hips thrust forward seeking entrance.
“I am tired of waiting, girl, take it.”
Her tongue darted out and she traced his shaft from base to the top slowly, like chasing an errant drip of ice cream from a cone. At the same time, her other hand gently massaged his firm testes that seem to constrict further at her touch. She licked and teased him like this twice more, before she could not hold back any longer- she had to taste him fully, had to feel the head of his immense penis in her mouth. Her lips closed around him while she continued to gaze into his eyes. His breathing rate escalated and his eyes closed lazily one time before he opened them again.
“Oh baby, there you go, take me into that hot mouth of yours. I want to feel that talented tongue and those lips that can be so snide and cutting all soft and warm around me. That is what I have been thinking about all those times when I stared at that incredible mouth.”
She let her tongue roll around him, licking the clear fluid from him, enjoying the salty taste, before she started to let him fuck her mouth in earnest. One hand held his erection firmly while the other played with his balls as she attempted in vain to fit him into her mouth, letting her head bob up and down the length of him. She applied suction at that same time she let her tongue wind around him in teasing motion. At times, she let her teeth graze against him, rewarded by shudders. The hands in her hair applied more pressure and the jabbing movement of his hips became sharper.
When she heard his moans get louder, she pulled back slightly, letting the head leave her mouth while using her tongue to caress and tease the swollen tip. She lapped at him gently for several seconds, before once again taking him in as far as she could, closing her lips, and suckling on him as if he was her sole source of life and nourishment.
Her eyes had closed; she was lost in giving him pleasure, even as her own arousal became unbearable. Her hand left his balls and she reached between her legs, finding her engorged clit, attempting to use his distraction to find some much needed release as her fingers glided around the bud which was well lubricated by her flowing juices.
“Oh shit, don’t you dare make me cum…not yet,” he moaned even as he hit her throat, causing her to gag slightly, which only served to egg her on. Despite his words, she was not about to grant him a reprieve. Her hand on his was a vice now, her mouth trying to keep up with his thrusts, her tongue stroking and surrounding him. She could tell he was close and she was not about to forgo tasting him in this intimate manner. Realization hit her that, while she always enjoyed giving blow jobs, she normally did not let her partners ejaculate into her mouth. For some reason, the thought of Michael doing so drove her to distraction and intensified the electric charge consuming her.
She approached him and he spread his legs, letting her step in between. He pulled her into his lap, one hand pulling her mouth to him as the other one slowly journeyed from her waist up toward her chest. Her senses went up in flames, her nerves assaulted by his tongue, his erection under her, and his fingers closing over her breast, his thumb teasing her rigid nipple. She moaned into his mouth, not breaking his kiss, grinding her ass into his lap. His fingers closed over her nipple, now applying pressure. The painful twinge made her gasp. He left her mouth and lowered his head, his tongue darting out, lapping at the tortured peak. His other hand started to play with the nipple of her other breast, rubbing and pinching it alternately. Just when she thought she could not take it any longer, she felt his teeth on her, biting her gently yet noticeably.
“Oh my God, Michael.” As soon as the sob escaped her mouth, she bit her tongue. He was driving her absolutely crazy, and she was not sure how much more of this she could take. His lips left her breast, the nipple, glistening, and harder than she had ever seen it. He smiled at her and switched to her other breast, leaving her squirming in his lap, gasping, moaning, and teetering at the verge of a climax. Just when electric overload threatened, he lifted his head, licking his lips.
“Enough of that. Let me see what else you have been hiding. Get up. Take off your panties. I can feel they are flooded anyway.”
Her panties? What about her skirt first? Ok, he was the boss. She rose from his lap, instantly missing the hardness under her. Her legs barely held her upright, her pussy so swollen she had trouble taking the two steps away from him.
Reaching under her skirt, she bent over slightly, retrieving her panties. It was a warm day and she had not worn stockings, her legs tan from spending time outside running on the beach.
She removed her panties. He was correct, they were unbelievably wet. She started to realize that if this play continued much longer she no longer possessed a barrier that would prevent her juices from running down her legs. The thought did nothing to cool her.
“How wet are you?”
Fuck, why did he not just come and find out?
“Very.”
“Touch yourself. Touch my pussy and tell me if it’s ready to be fucked.”
Until this moment, she had never understood how words alone could launch an orgasm, but now she was dangerously close to finding out.
She stepped closer, almost was standing between his legs again. Her hand reached under her skirt, pulling it up slightly, as her fingers approached the soft curls, then slid lower toward the satin slickness of her labia.
“Trace the outside. Don’t stick it in yet.”
Michael’s eyes were almost black now. His tongue had darted out and moistened his beautiful lips, making them glisten. His hand started to massage his erection through his pants.
She did as instructed, fighting the urge to plunge her fingers inside herself.
“Well?” His head was cocked to the side.
She did not recognize her voice any longer. “Michael, I am so wet. My pussy is swollen. Please, Michael, I can’t stand it.”
“Take off your skirt.”
She obeyed, no longer dreading being naked, but hoping it would bring her closer to the release she hungered for. Stepping out and over the skirt, she took one step closer. He rose from the chair, walking around her once. Once again, he reminded her of a sleek, beautiful, yet deadly predator, stalking his prey. He did not touch her, just silently perused her body. When he stood in front of her again he touched her waist, and then ran both hands up either side of her body. He touched her breasts, both thumbs flicking the nipples, before gliding down to her belly and behind to her ass, feeling the two firm rounded globes, kneading them with strong hands, spreading her slightly. One hand left her ass and found her strong thigh. It climbed toward her apex in slow motion, before dipping into the spring of her pleasure, causing her head to roll back. She felt her juices spilling over. Two fingers found her liquid heat, slipping into her, spreading her swollen flesh, rotating inside, touching her internal walls. The orgasm that seemed to have been building for hours threatened to overwhelm her.
“I can feel how close you are, girl. Don’t you dare cum without my permission.”
His thumb found her bundle of nerves which reminded her of an electric cord robbed of all isolation.
The jolt hit her uterus directly, sending burning sparks outward. He flicked it again and as he pulled his fingers out slightly only to pump then into her once again.
“Please, Michael, may I cum?” She sobbed, meeting his eyes, trying to prevent breaking the rules of the game.
The fingers stilled.
NO!
“No, I don’t think so. You are not ready. I don’t want to spoil your fun.”
He must have lost his mind. Not ready? She could not remember a time she was readier to cum. She feared the slightest movement of air around her might send her off.
She stared at Michael as he removed his fingers, raising them to his mouth, his tongue darting out, licking his finger now, letting the tip enter his sensual mouth.
“You taste like heaven, girl. I can’t wait to put my mouth on you. To close my lips around that clit of yours. I felt how big and swollen it was, I can’t wait to suck on it. I bet it is like a ripe, red cherry. But first…”
His hands had come up on her shoulders and he applied gentle pressure.
“First, I would like to see what your mouth can do when it is not busy bossing me around. I would like you to get on your knees.”
Dazed she dropped to her knees, finding her face close to what she had been longing to see, to touch, and to taste for the longest time. Her trembling hands approached his crotch, impatient to free his straining erection.
His hand caught hers, stopping her intentions.
“Ask for it.”
He could be so damn frustrating. How long did he intend to make her suffer?
She licked her suddenly parched lips.
“Michael, please let me take out your cock and suck it.”
He smiled down at her.
“You have no idea how long I have been waiting for those words.”
He released her hands and she put her nervous fingers to work, opening his fly. Reaching in, her breath caught. She had felt him against her earlier, had therefore gotten a preview that he would not be small or even average. Still, when her fingers closed against his hot manhood, she felt a tinge of fear. She could not imagine that she was about to take him into her mouth and she questioned how she would ever fit him into her love canal, knowing full well it had never been invaded by anything comparable to his size.
Finally, she was successful in opening his pants all the way, sliding them down his muscular legs. She made a mental note to pay attention to those strong legs later, but right this moment her complete focus was on Michael’s engorged penis. As her fingers grasped his soft steel firmer now, she started to stroke its length, enjoying the glide of the velvet heat over and against the throbbing core. She was so close, could see the ridges, the veins, and noticed a small drop of pre-cum escaping from the small opening of his sensitive head. On her next upward stroke, her thumb caressed the top, repaying him for the similar administration to her clit earlier. Rewarded by his moan, she looked up, finding he had closed his eyes. His head had slightly fallen back and he bit his bottom lip, as she had seen him do before when he was lost in concentration. The surge of power and control racing through her was amazing. Michael must have felt her eyes on him, and he opened his, reestablishing contact. His hands came to rest on her head and he pushed her mouth toward him as his hips thrust forward seeking entrance.
“I am tired of waiting, girl, take it.”
Her tongue darted out and she traced his shaft from base to the top slowly, like chasing an errant drip of ice cream from a cone. At the same time, her other hand gently massaged his firm testes that seem to constrict further at her touch. She licked and teased him like this twice more, before she could not hold back any longer- she had to taste him fully, had to feel the head of his immense penis in her mouth. Her lips closed around him while she continued to gaze into his eyes. His breathing rate escalated and his eyes closed lazily one time before he opened them again.
“Oh baby, there you go, take me into that hot mouth of yours. I want to feel that talented tongue and those lips that can be so snide and cutting all soft and warm around me. That is what I have been thinking about all those times when I stared at that incredible mouth.”
She let her tongue roll around him, licking the clear fluid from him, enjoying the salty taste, before she started to let him fuck her mouth in earnest. One hand held his erection firmly while the other played with his balls as she attempted in vain to fit him into her mouth, letting her head bob up and down the length of him. She applied suction at that same time she let her tongue wind around him in teasing motion. At times, she let her teeth graze against him, rewarded by shudders. The hands in her hair applied more pressure and the jabbing movement of his hips became sharper.
When she heard his moans get louder, she pulled back slightly, letting the head leave her mouth while using her tongue to caress and tease the swollen tip. She lapped at him gently for several seconds, before once again taking him in as far as she could, closing her lips, and suckling on him as if he was her sole source of life and nourishment.
Her eyes had closed; she was lost in giving him pleasure, even as her own arousal became unbearable. Her hand left his balls and she reached between her legs, finding her engorged clit, attempting to use his distraction to find some much needed release as her fingers glided around the bud which was well lubricated by her flowing juices.
“Oh shit, don’t you dare make me cum…not yet,” he moaned even as he hit her throat, causing her to gag slightly, which only served to egg her on. Despite his words, she was not about to grant him a reprieve. Her hand on his was a vice now, her mouth trying to keep up with his thrusts, her tongue stroking and surrounding him. She could tell he was close and she was not about to forgo tasting him in this intimate manner. Realization hit her that, while she always enjoyed giving blow jobs, she normally did not let her partners ejaculate into her mouth. For some reason, the thought of Michael doing so drove her to distraction and intensified the electric charge consuming her.
Feeling his penis starting to engorge to a level where her jaw almost hurt from the effort of closing her lips around him, and being aware of its intensifying twitching movements, she also worked her sopping hole and her overly eager clit, feeling her orgasm starting to build like a tsunami spreading simultaneously from her clitoris and her uterus, threatening to drown her any moment.
Well aware of the fact that he had neither granted her permission to make him cum nor to let her reach her own release, she currently considered any possible punishment well worth the risk.
“Oh, fuck, oh no, shit…” He moaned loudly as his hands fisted in her hair, the second before his hot seed erupted into her mouth in pulsating jets. Swallowing greedily, she could not remember ever having tasted anything this amazing. Her own orgasm surged through her with a sharp jolt almost at the same time, and she moaned against him loudly, being careful not to bite down on him in her ecstasy.
“What the fuck, oh baby…you are driving me crazy…” She heard him almost scream out- her moans obviously further stimulating his eruptions. Her own body trembled and jerked and she tried to still the gyrating movements betraying her disobedience. She quickly removed her hand from her vagina, her eyes seeking his when she was finally able to open them again. He was still hard inside her mouth. She started to lick him clean, trying to catch every drop of him as she lovingly continued to hold him, using her hand to gently squeeze the last remnants of his juices from his shaft.
One of his hands left her hair and he covered his eyes for a moment, then ran his fingers through his hair. His breath was still ragged and he was working on catching his breath. He finally addressed her.
“Help me get dressed again, would you?” She pulled his jeans back up, and he helped contain his penis, his face indicating that the task was difficult due to its size and probably sensitive state. He lifted her up by her shoulders, and his mouth found her slightly swollen lips, kissing her, his tongue seeking entrance, probing her while licking her lips playfully in-between. He broke away for a second and pulled her close to him, his fingers running up and down her back. Her head fell onto his shoulder, and she once again marveled at the wonderful smell of him, inhaling his scent deeply.
“Thank you.” His voice was soft and gentle. He placed light kisses on her head. Maybe he had not noticed that she had made herself cum after all, and maybe he was too grateful for his orgasm to care that she disregarded his order to not make him climax.
His hands now continued their strolling caress down her arms, back up to her shoulders, then down to her wrists once more. His long fingers played around the sensitive skin of her wrists before they closed around them, the size of his hands facilitating an easy hold.
“You have such a wonderful mouth, such a sweet tongue. But…”
His grasp on her hands tightened.
“You have been a very bad, very disobedient girl.”
“What the fuck, oh baby…you are driving me crazy…” She heard him almost scream out- her moans obviously further stimulating his eruptions. Her own body trembled and jerked and she tried to still the gyrating movements betraying her disobedience. She quickly removed her hand from her vagina, her eyes seeking his when she was finally able to open them again. He was still hard inside her mouth. She started to lick him clean, trying to catch every drop of him as she lovingly continued to hold him, using her hand to gently squeeze the last remnants of his juices from his shaft.
One of his hands left her hair and he covered his eyes for a moment, then ran his fingers through his hair. His breath was still ragged and he was working on catching his breath. He finally addressed her.
“Help me get dressed again, would you?” She pulled his jeans back up, and he helped contain his penis, his face indicating that the task was difficult due to its size and probably sensitive state. He lifted her up by her shoulders, and his mouth found her slightly swollen lips, kissing her, his tongue seeking entrance, probing her while licking her lips playfully in-between. He broke away for a second and pulled her close to him, his fingers running up and down her back. Her head fell onto his shoulder, and she once again marveled at the wonderful smell of him, inhaling his scent deeply.
“Thank you.” His voice was soft and gentle. He placed light kisses on her head. Maybe he had not noticed that she had made herself cum after all, and maybe he was too grateful for his orgasm to care that she disregarded his order to not make him climax.
His hands now continued their strolling caress down her arms, back up to her shoulders, then down to her wrists once more. His long fingers played around the sensitive skin of her wrists before they closed around them, the size of his hands facilitating an easy hold.
“You have such a wonderful mouth, such a sweet tongue. But…”
His grasp on her hands tightened.
“You have been a very bad, very disobedient girl.”
He now moved both arms behind her where he secured both her wrists in one hand. Her head had left his shoulder as soon as she realized he had not been oblivious to her breaking the rules, and the rules clearly stated that she was to obey him at all times. She was his submissive and he was her master. That was the overall definition of their strange arrangement. At times it still seemed unbelievable she had agreed. He had initially jokingly remarked about wanting to spank her ass in his emails. She had replied with, “Promises, promises,” not knowing what devil had ridden her. As they continued to feel each other out, she was amazed to discover that Michael loved to dominate in sexual play.
Suddenly, memories of him pretending to spank a dancer on stage presented themselves, and she found herself wondering what it would feel like to have him warm her ass cheeks with such treatment. Maybe that was why she pushed the boundaries, pushed him to prove how serious he was, daring him to back up his talk with action.
She stared up at him.
“What are you talking about?”
The smile played around his lips as his eyebrows rose again.
“Well, my sweet, I am talking about you touching your pussy after I had instructed you very clearly that you needed my permission to cum. Plus, didn’t I just tell you that I did not want you to make me orgasm?”
Which explained his hands planted on her head, fucking her mouth like a mad man.
She blinked and licked her lips, as arousal once again started to build.
His free hand dipped low and a finger found her wetness.
“Oh, baby, you are dripping. Is that from cumming, or are you hot again? You are quite insatiable, aren’t you?”
“Michael…” She felt herself blush.
His finger stroked from her clit to her hole and slightly further back in a swift, dragging motion, which he repeated several more times.
“What? Are you asking me to stop…or to continue.”
She moaned, her eyes closing.
“No, don’t stop.”
His fingers stilled.
“Say, what?”
“Don’t stop, please.”
His finger played around her moist entrance, he circled it and dipped slightly lower, keeping his touch teasing, keeping from letting her fully enjoy the depth and strengths of his magic touch.
“So, tell me what you did.”
“I touched myself. I could not help it, please don’t be mad.”
His mouth descended and took her nipple into his mouth, biting it gently, as a sharp stab of pleasure made her arch her back.
“You touched yourself? Like this?”
Two fingers entered her in a swift motion, followed by a twirling movement inside her. She swallowed, her mouth dry as all the moisture in her body seemed to be redirected toward her core.
“No, not like that, Michael. Oh my God, your fingers are so long, I had no idea…” She had a difficult time staying coherent as he touched her insides with skill.
His head came up from her breast, kissing her cheek, his tongue tracing a soft trail to her ear.
“Not like this? How then?” He whispered with his sexy, hoarse voice.
“I touched my clit.”
“You did? You are so naughty. You touched your clit? Like this?”
His fingers stayed in her as he touched her clit with his thumb again, running over it with fast flicking movements.
Her hip moved against him, intensifying the pleasurable burning.
“Yes, oh yes...”
She felt bliss building quickly, once again aiming to shatter her with its intensity.
“Well, that was very bad of you. And you earned some punishment.”
She moaned, captivated by the movement of his fingers in her, his thumb rubbing over her.
“You are so very wet, I think I could fuck you right now. My dick would glide right into you. Would you like that? Would you like to feel it stretching that tight cunt of yours?”
His breath was on her ear, he licked and sucked on her earlobe. She thought she was going insane from his dirty talk.
“Please Michael, please, make love to me.” Her voice was a soft plea.
“Well, you need to earn that, don’t you think? How about you come over to the couch?
He let go of her arms, took her hand, and moved her over to the couch. She felt his kiss and closed her eyes, allowing herself to be guided by him, trusting him. Looking again, she noticed they were standing at the back of the couch. He was kissing her deeper, his tongue darting into her mouth, engaging her to participate in the erotic dance. He moved behind her and kept one hand on her chin, tilting her head so he could still engage her lips. His other hand came around and played with her breast, massaging it before teasing her nipple, pinching and rubbing it. She melted into him, let her butt back up against him, feeling him hard against her once again.
That was fast.
His mouth left her, and his lips followed her jaw line toward her neck, kissing, biting, and licking toward her nape, sending goose bumps racing up and down her spine, further engorging every erogenous zone on her body.
“Bend over.”
She was sure she must have misheard.
“What?”
“You heard me. Bend over the couch.” His hand was on her back, urging her forward.
The swirling sensation in her belly intensified as the throbbing and pulsating inside escalated.
Is that what he wanted? Would he take her like this? Making her open and vulnerable to him once again? And why was she excited beyond belief at the thought?
She bent from the waist, the sofa soft and warm against her, the material providing added stimulation to her overly taxed skin. Her hands braced on the seat cushion, her hair fell forward and caressed her face, hiding her expression behind a silky curtain.
His hands were on her back, his fingers playing the chords of her nerves like a sensitive instrument. Gliding to her waist, his touch drew invisible lines on her.
“Girl, I always knew your ass was fine, but you are amazing. I love how you are so perfectly rounded there.”
His fingers outlined her cheeks.
“So, baby, do you know what I will do to you now?” The soft voice was so seductive, so soothing.
His fingers now softly teased the inside of her leg, coming close to her pouting lips, zeroing in on her like a heat seeking missile. He caressed her outer lips, felt the wetness that started to once again drip from her in ways she had never experienced before.
She shook her head. She hoped what would happen was that he would free that weapon of his and plunge it into her. Shuddering, she wondered how he would feel stretching her, testing her, hitting her cervix. Her inner muscles clenched as she envisioned the invasion.
One of his hands came to rest on her lower back, his fingers leaving her now.
“What will happen is that you will hold perfectly still. If you move too much, I will let you put your clothes back on and you will go home. I will not fuck you and all this will be over.”
“Michael, please. Don’t…”
“It’s all up to you, baby. I will spank that perfect ass for you having been such an obstinate little thing. You are not in charge anymore, counselor. You decided to disobey. You will also count to make sure I don’t forget what is coming to you should I get side tracked by the sight of your wet, pink pussy. I told you before you were up to five. So, since you are new at this and I am feeling generous, let’s say six. After three I will reward you a bit, ok? That is, if you hold still. Do you agree?”
Nodding, she felt like she was in a trance. She had never been spanked in her life. She could not fathom how she could agree, but the point of no return had been passed a long time ago.
“Yes, Michael.” Her answer was a sigh.
“Since you let me feel your mouth, your tongue, how about I repay the favor after we are up to the count of three?”
Oh my God, did he just offer to pleasure her with his tongue? She about came at the very thought. But first…
She kept her eyes squeezed shut, waiting. The hand on her lower back stayed in place, the other hand urged her thighs apart slightly. She felt some cool air hitting her overheated center, and arched her back up slightly, granting him better access. Feeling totally open to him now, totally in his control, the heady mixture of fear, apprehension, excitement, and exhilaration made her breath become fast and shallow, her blood course through her, and her heart beat to a fast and steady rhythm.
Any second now, any moment…
Chapter 3- Contrasts.
Select pearls of the sweat that had appeared on her forehead started to capsize and make their way down her temples. Licking her lip, she tasted salt which served to increase her thirst. But thirst for water was secondary to the desire to taste him, to feel him inside her, to be filled with his essence of life.
Her exertion was not caused by the well-measured sting of the crop on her soft skin. The effort to hold still almost killed her as it intensified her pleasure to unbearable levels. Her hands against the cold glass seemed to be the only part of her body not threatening to incinerate. Her arms shook from bracing her body to immobilize it, her legs trembled, the muscles in her love canal and her uterus fluttered. Her whole body was teetering at the verge of an impending orgasm. In another time, another universe she had always seen the attainment of her climax as the ultimate goal of any sexual encounter. If anything she had to work hard to get to that point with some partners. Of course, that had been in another era when her body belonged to her and when she alone was in charge of its functions. Those times, for now, had passed.
She stared up at him.
“What are you talking about?”
The smile played around his lips as his eyebrows rose again.
“Well, my sweet, I am talking about you touching your pussy after I had instructed you very clearly that you needed my permission to cum. Plus, didn’t I just tell you that I did not want you to make me orgasm?”
Which explained his hands planted on her head, fucking her mouth like a mad man.
She blinked and licked her lips, as arousal once again started to build.
His free hand dipped low and a finger found her wetness.
“Oh, baby, you are dripping. Is that from cumming, or are you hot again? You are quite insatiable, aren’t you?”
“Michael…” She felt herself blush.
His finger stroked from her clit to her hole and slightly further back in a swift, dragging motion, which he repeated several more times.
“What? Are you asking me to stop…or to continue.”
She moaned, her eyes closing.
“No, don’t stop.”
His fingers stilled.
“Say, what?”
“Don’t stop, please.”
His finger played around her moist entrance, he circled it and dipped slightly lower, keeping his touch teasing, keeping from letting her fully enjoy the depth and strengths of his magic touch.
“So, tell me what you did.”
“I touched myself. I could not help it, please don’t be mad.”
His mouth descended and took her nipple into his mouth, biting it gently, as a sharp stab of pleasure made her arch her back.
“You touched yourself? Like this?”
Two fingers entered her in a swift motion, followed by a twirling movement inside her. She swallowed, her mouth dry as all the moisture in her body seemed to be redirected toward her core.
“No, not like that, Michael. Oh my God, your fingers are so long, I had no idea…” She had a difficult time staying coherent as he touched her insides with skill.
His head came up from her breast, kissing her cheek, his tongue tracing a soft trail to her ear.
“Not like this? How then?” He whispered with his sexy, hoarse voice.
“I touched my clit.”
“You did? You are so naughty. You touched your clit? Like this?”
His fingers stayed in her as he touched her clit with his thumb again, running over it with fast flicking movements.
Her hip moved against him, intensifying the pleasurable burning.
“Yes, oh yes...”
She felt bliss building quickly, once again aiming to shatter her with its intensity.
“Well, that was very bad of you. And you earned some punishment.”
She moaned, captivated by the movement of his fingers in her, his thumb rubbing over her.
“You are so very wet, I think I could fuck you right now. My dick would glide right into you. Would you like that? Would you like to feel it stretching that tight cunt of yours?”
His breath was on her ear, he licked and sucked on her earlobe. She thought she was going insane from his dirty talk.
“Please Michael, please, make love to me.” Her voice was a soft plea.
“Well, you need to earn that, don’t you think? How about you come over to the couch?
He let go of her arms, took her hand, and moved her over to the couch. She felt his kiss and closed her eyes, allowing herself to be guided by him, trusting him. Looking again, she noticed they were standing at the back of the couch. He was kissing her deeper, his tongue darting into her mouth, engaging her to participate in the erotic dance. He moved behind her and kept one hand on her chin, tilting her head so he could still engage her lips. His other hand came around and played with her breast, massaging it before teasing her nipple, pinching and rubbing it. She melted into him, let her butt back up against him, feeling him hard against her once again.
That was fast.
His mouth left her, and his lips followed her jaw line toward her neck, kissing, biting, and licking toward her nape, sending goose bumps racing up and down her spine, further engorging every erogenous zone on her body.
“Bend over.”
She was sure she must have misheard.
“What?”
“You heard me. Bend over the couch.” His hand was on her back, urging her forward.
The swirling sensation in her belly intensified as the throbbing and pulsating inside escalated.
Is that what he wanted? Would he take her like this? Making her open and vulnerable to him once again? And why was she excited beyond belief at the thought?
She bent from the waist, the sofa soft and warm against her, the material providing added stimulation to her overly taxed skin. Her hands braced on the seat cushion, her hair fell forward and caressed her face, hiding her expression behind a silky curtain.
His hands were on her back, his fingers playing the chords of her nerves like a sensitive instrument. Gliding to her waist, his touch drew invisible lines on her.
“Girl, I always knew your ass was fine, but you are amazing. I love how you are so perfectly rounded there.”
His fingers outlined her cheeks.
“So, baby, do you know what I will do to you now?” The soft voice was so seductive, so soothing.
His fingers now softly teased the inside of her leg, coming close to her pouting lips, zeroing in on her like a heat seeking missile. He caressed her outer lips, felt the wetness that started to once again drip from her in ways she had never experienced before.
She shook her head. She hoped what would happen was that he would free that weapon of his and plunge it into her. Shuddering, she wondered how he would feel stretching her, testing her, hitting her cervix. Her inner muscles clenched as she envisioned the invasion.
One of his hands came to rest on her lower back, his fingers leaving her now.
“What will happen is that you will hold perfectly still. If you move too much, I will let you put your clothes back on and you will go home. I will not fuck you and all this will be over.”
“Michael, please. Don’t…”
“It’s all up to you, baby. I will spank that perfect ass for you having been such an obstinate little thing. You are not in charge anymore, counselor. You decided to disobey. You will also count to make sure I don’t forget what is coming to you should I get side tracked by the sight of your wet, pink pussy. I told you before you were up to five. So, since you are new at this and I am feeling generous, let’s say six. After three I will reward you a bit, ok? That is, if you hold still. Do you agree?”
Nodding, she felt like she was in a trance. She had never been spanked in her life. She could not fathom how she could agree, but the point of no return had been passed a long time ago.
“Yes, Michael.” Her answer was a sigh.
“Since you let me feel your mouth, your tongue, how about I repay the favor after we are up to the count of three?”
Oh my God, did he just offer to pleasure her with his tongue? She about came at the very thought. But first…
She kept her eyes squeezed shut, waiting. The hand on her lower back stayed in place, the other hand urged her thighs apart slightly. She felt some cool air hitting her overheated center, and arched her back up slightly, granting him better access. Feeling totally open to him now, totally in his control, the heady mixture of fear, apprehension, excitement, and exhilaration made her breath become fast and shallow, her blood course through her, and her heart beat to a fast and steady rhythm.
Any second now, any moment…
Chapter 3- Contrasts.
Select pearls of the sweat that had appeared on her forehead started to capsize and make their way down her temples. Licking her lip, she tasted salt which served to increase her thirst. But thirst for water was secondary to the desire to taste him, to feel him inside her, to be filled with his essence of life.
Her exertion was not caused by the well-measured sting of the crop on her soft skin. The effort to hold still almost killed her as it intensified her pleasure to unbearable levels. Her hands against the cold glass seemed to be the only part of her body not threatening to incinerate. Her arms shook from bracing her body to immobilize it, her legs trembled, the muscles in her love canal and her uterus fluttered. Her whole body was teetering at the verge of an impending orgasm. In another time, another universe she had always seen the attainment of her climax as the ultimate goal of any sexual encounter. If anything she had to work hard to get to that point with some partners. Of course, that had been in another era when her body belonged to her and when she alone was in charge of its functions. Those times, for now, had passed.
Michael was her master; he was in control. He played her like an instrument, and she was an extension of his art.
The master had issued a directive not to cum.
Too well, did she remember the sweet punishment for disobeying that very same command at her initiation into his dark and sensual world. His hand had taught her that disobedience will be met with consequences. The only really tricky part was that since then she craved the punishment as much as the pleasure that was its constant companion. While thoughts of her leaning over the couch, vulnerable and open, ready and apprehensive at the same time, flashed like lightening over the screen in her mind, she had to remind herself to stay in the moment. She knew she had better harness all her rational resources to be able to withstand the onslaught of bliss threatening to drown her.
“Three.” Finally, the crop landed for the last time, sending her head back slightly. She was not altogether ungrateful that the impact refocused her from her memories to the here and now. She noticed that her jaw had started to hurt from having her teeth clenched, trying to prevent the sighs from escaping her lips, betraying her rapture. She had, after all, been instructed to contain her moans, even though he was well aware they resulted from pleasure, not from pain.
Michael bent forward and kissed her neck, licking her skin, savoring the salt she, a moment earlier, had tasted on her own lips. He bit the nape of her neck before leaving her again. Michael touched her wrists and guided her from the mirror, letting her stretch. He touched her arms and massaged them for a second, making up for the stiffness she had felt setting in. Gratitude about him being deeply in tune with her needs spread through her. As if reading her thoughts, she heard the clinking of ice against a glass as he brought the cool vessel up to her lips. She took a couple of sips.
“Thank you, Michael.” Her voice still sounded hoarse.
“You are most welcome.”
She heard him put the glass down. Her fingers traced up his muscular arm.
“Michael, I want to kiss you.”
His hand came down on her buttock, correcting her with a spanking, startling her. “Say what?” She could imagine his eye brow being raised. If only she could see his wonderful eyes! She knew they were blazing.
In retaliation, she decided to use the surprise movement that propelled her hips forward causing her to make contact with his body as a convenient excuse to enticingly move her body against him, letting the material of his pants as well as the barely contained, rigid bulge stimulate her further.
“What I meant to say, of course, was: May I kiss you please?”
“I’m sure it was just a slight oversight. I think you definitely deserve a kiss, love.”
She felt the heat of his body embrace her as he stepped closer until she felt his breath on her face. The faint scent of cinnamon tantalized her senses. His fingers traced her lips. With one hand, he tucked two strands of hair behind her ear before holding her face in his hands. His lips made contact, his tongue now taking the route his fingers had just a second ago. She opened herself to him, and he kissed her tenderly, slanting his mouth one way, then another. Finally, his kiss grew more urgent, his tongue becoming more aggressive as she returned his kiss with equal enthusiasm. He ended the kiss with the small bites she knew and loved so well by now. One more peck and his hands came down on her waist, pushing her away.
“You must be tired. Come on…” He took her arm and led her several steps over. “Sit.”
Despite the continued red hot stinging of her ass, she obliged.
He stepped behind her and let his hands rest on her hair, stroking the silk lovingly. Next, she felt his strong hands on her shoulders, massaging the tension out of her muscles. Her upper arms were next, and she relaxed into his hands with a sigh. He traced down her arms, until he arrived at her wrists. Feeling his hair on her arms, she knew he had bent down. She felt his hot breath on her hands, as he raised them to his wonderful lips. He kissed her open palm, before biting her fingers, taking time to suck each one into his mouth, letting his tongue surround the ultra sensitive tips. Never before had she experienced a connection from her fingers to her clitoris. However, at this moment, he might as well have had his tongue on her clit, as the vibrations were that overwhelming. She squirmed slightly in her chair, his name once again a sigh on her lips.
In her relaxed state, she did not object when he took both arms and moved them behind her against the back of the chair. Surprise jolted her, but then a knowing smile spread on her lips. He held her wrists pinned with one hand, before his hand was replaced by cool silk. He secured the knot, making sure she was not hurt, but that she was unable to slip out of her bonds. His fingers once again traced up her arms, her shoulders, following the trail of her goose bumps. He finished by ensuring the blindfold was still in place. Next, Michael bent down and kissed her again. His tongue played with her, letting hers catch him before backing away slightly.
Too well, did she remember the sweet punishment for disobeying that very same command at her initiation into his dark and sensual world. His hand had taught her that disobedience will be met with consequences. The only really tricky part was that since then she craved the punishment as much as the pleasure that was its constant companion. While thoughts of her leaning over the couch, vulnerable and open, ready and apprehensive at the same time, flashed like lightening over the screen in her mind, she had to remind herself to stay in the moment. She knew she had better harness all her rational resources to be able to withstand the onslaught of bliss threatening to drown her.
“Three.” Finally, the crop landed for the last time, sending her head back slightly. She was not altogether ungrateful that the impact refocused her from her memories to the here and now. She noticed that her jaw had started to hurt from having her teeth clenched, trying to prevent the sighs from escaping her lips, betraying her rapture. She had, after all, been instructed to contain her moans, even though he was well aware they resulted from pleasure, not from pain.
Michael bent forward and kissed her neck, licking her skin, savoring the salt she, a moment earlier, had tasted on her own lips. He bit the nape of her neck before leaving her again. Michael touched her wrists and guided her from the mirror, letting her stretch. He touched her arms and massaged them for a second, making up for the stiffness she had felt setting in. Gratitude about him being deeply in tune with her needs spread through her. As if reading her thoughts, she heard the clinking of ice against a glass as he brought the cool vessel up to her lips. She took a couple of sips.
“Thank you, Michael.” Her voice still sounded hoarse.
“You are most welcome.”
She heard him put the glass down. Her fingers traced up his muscular arm.
“Michael, I want to kiss you.”
His hand came down on her buttock, correcting her with a spanking, startling her. “Say what?” She could imagine his eye brow being raised. If only she could see his wonderful eyes! She knew they were blazing.
In retaliation, she decided to use the surprise movement that propelled her hips forward causing her to make contact with his body as a convenient excuse to enticingly move her body against him, letting the material of his pants as well as the barely contained, rigid bulge stimulate her further.
“What I meant to say, of course, was: May I kiss you please?”
“I’m sure it was just a slight oversight. I think you definitely deserve a kiss, love.”
She felt the heat of his body embrace her as he stepped closer until she felt his breath on her face. The faint scent of cinnamon tantalized her senses. His fingers traced her lips. With one hand, he tucked two strands of hair behind her ear before holding her face in his hands. His lips made contact, his tongue now taking the route his fingers had just a second ago. She opened herself to him, and he kissed her tenderly, slanting his mouth one way, then another. Finally, his kiss grew more urgent, his tongue becoming more aggressive as she returned his kiss with equal enthusiasm. He ended the kiss with the small bites she knew and loved so well by now. One more peck and his hands came down on her waist, pushing her away.
“You must be tired. Come on…” He took her arm and led her several steps over. “Sit.”
Despite the continued red hot stinging of her ass, she obliged.
He stepped behind her and let his hands rest on her hair, stroking the silk lovingly. Next, she felt his strong hands on her shoulders, massaging the tension out of her muscles. Her upper arms were next, and she relaxed into his hands with a sigh. He traced down her arms, until he arrived at her wrists. Feeling his hair on her arms, she knew he had bent down. She felt his hot breath on her hands, as he raised them to his wonderful lips. He kissed her open palm, before biting her fingers, taking time to suck each one into his mouth, letting his tongue surround the ultra sensitive tips. Never before had she experienced a connection from her fingers to her clitoris. However, at this moment, he might as well have had his tongue on her clit, as the vibrations were that overwhelming. She squirmed slightly in her chair, his name once again a sigh on her lips.
In her relaxed state, she did not object when he took both arms and moved them behind her against the back of the chair. Surprise jolted her, but then a knowing smile spread on her lips. He held her wrists pinned with one hand, before his hand was replaced by cool silk. He secured the knot, making sure she was not hurt, but that she was unable to slip out of her bonds. His fingers once again traced up her arms, her shoulders, following the trail of her goose bumps. He finished by ensuring the blindfold was still in place. Next, Michael bent down and kissed her again. His tongue played with her, letting hers catch him before backing away slightly.
She moaned in protest.
“Don’t be greedy. You have no idea how beautiful you look, sitting here, all at my disposure. Tell me, baby, how does your ass feel.”
“I can still feel the sting, Michael. It feels hot, my skin is still sensitive.”
She felt hands on her knees, his fingers drawing circles. He ran them up her thigh and she trembled against his touch once more.
“Your legs are hot as well. Come to think of it, you skin feels hot everywhere.”
“I can still feel the sting, Michael. It feels hot, my skin is still sensitive.”
She felt hands on her knees, his fingers drawing circles. He ran them up her thigh and she trembled against his touch once more.
“Your legs are hot as well. Come to think of it, you skin feels hot everywhere.”
Michael rose and she heard him take a couple of steps away from her. Again, she felt like a willing prey to this beautiful predator.
“Michael?”
“I’m here. I’m just enjoying this image. You should see how you glow. You are all flushed and pink. So lovely, so beautiful….Your rosy nipples are hard, I can tell they want some attention.”
At his words, she felt her tight nipples constrict even more without ever having encountered his touch.
“Spread your legs.”
After everything they had done together, she could not fully comprehend the feeling of slight embarrassment mixing with her arousal. A second of hesitation was all she allowed herself before her thighs opened like the wings of an exotic bird, exposing her vulnerable core to him. She knew she was wet and she was well aware of the swollen skin folds that would announce her arousal. Cool air collided with her internal heat like a blast.
“Wider.”
Oh God!
More wetness flowed as the pulsing of her heartbeat reverberated in her lower region.
“My, you are hot, aren’t’ you?”
She only succeeded in nodding her head.
Michael, you hold the tool to cool me down, so why don’t you just use it?
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
Was he testing her with trick questions now?
“I want you to fuck me, Michael. I want to feel your huge dick in my pussy.” Her voice reflected the deep desire coursing through her. She also realized her voice held irritation and probably would earn her some further consequences. Darn the inconvenience of it all!
“In theory, that sounds like a really good plan. Except, of course, there are a couple of problems here. First of all, you can’t tell me what to do. Second, it is not your pussy, remember? So, what do you want again?” She heard the humor in his tone, and could well imagine his smile, shaking his head at her insolence.
She swallowed. He better be glad she was tied up. She felt like strangling him and his arrogant, dominant, yet very sexy and highly stimulating voice.
“I want you to do whatever brings you the greatest pleasure, Michael.”
Of course, she fully knew that his pleasure would be a reflection of and fuel for her own. To top it off, she denied him hearing her declare her body as his for the moment. Knowing Michael as she did by now, she was sure her refusal was all being stored in that amazing memory of his.
“Well, what I want to do, is cool my little, tight cunt down a bit.” How strange that his words achieved quite the opposite effect.
She heard him walking at her side, sensed him bending over, and felt a small peck being placed on her cheek, before his steps came around her, stopped, and then approached.
Michael stopped in front of her. For several seconds she did not hear anything and nervous impatience made her hold her breath. What a sight she must have presented to him. Her inner mirror reflected the portrait of lust open to his scrutiny. The tall, proud, slender and well toned woman, her hair tied back, a black blindfold her only jewelry. Her arms were tied behind herself making her breasts jut out, her nipples stiff, pointed for attention. The material of her skirt was hiked up around her waist, her vulva exposed to cool swirling breeze from the fans as well as the fire of his eyes, the petals of her flower full and turgid, droplets of sweet nectar visible, longing to be tasted by his velvet tongue.
Then, shattering the stillness around her, an icy jolt startled a small whimper from her lips. He had retrieved an ice cube and proceeded to brand her with it, further making her his property. The wet, cold, slippery hardness made contact with her clavicle as Michael started to drag the piece of ice over to her collar bone, around the swell of her breast, up her sternum, completing the circle around her other breast. Her sweat was now joined by the icy water dripping from her skin in the melting path of his newest torture device. When he brought the ice cube to her nipple, air was sucked in noisily in what sounded like a whimper.
“It’s ok, baby, I know it feels so good on your hot skin.” His voice was soft and reassuring.
Suddenly, as she was adjusting to the coolness on her, his hot mouth closed in on her other nipple, forcing her to arch her torso into him, sobbing his name. While his tongue and teeth worried her rigid point, he kept the ice cube circling her other nipple, the contrast forcing her to start gyrating her pelvis as her pussy cried out to be satisfied.
“Oh, Michael, oh shit…oh my God …I can’t stand it, it’s too much.”
“I tell you when it is too much, and I just don’t think it is.”
He left her nipple and before she even had a chance to acclimate to the air around her, he brought the ice cube down on the heated crest, while simultaneously biting her other nipple, prior to sucking it deeply into the wet heat of his mouth.
She cried out again, her head falling to the side before rolling behind her. Every nerve was at agonizing attention.
He left her nipple and approached her ear. “Where do you want it next? If you ask nicely, I might just let you have it.”
“I’m here. I’m just enjoying this image. You should see how you glow. You are all flushed and pink. So lovely, so beautiful….Your rosy nipples are hard, I can tell they want some attention.”
At his words, she felt her tight nipples constrict even more without ever having encountered his touch.
“Spread your legs.”
After everything they had done together, she could not fully comprehend the feeling of slight embarrassment mixing with her arousal. A second of hesitation was all she allowed herself before her thighs opened like the wings of an exotic bird, exposing her vulnerable core to him. She knew she was wet and she was well aware of the swollen skin folds that would announce her arousal. Cool air collided with her internal heat like a blast.
“Wider.”
Oh God!
More wetness flowed as the pulsing of her heartbeat reverberated in her lower region.
“My, you are hot, aren’t’ you?”
She only succeeded in nodding her head.
Michael, you hold the tool to cool me down, so why don’t you just use it?
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
Was he testing her with trick questions now?
“I want you to fuck me, Michael. I want to feel your huge dick in my pussy.” Her voice reflected the deep desire coursing through her. She also realized her voice held irritation and probably would earn her some further consequences. Darn the inconvenience of it all!
“In theory, that sounds like a really good plan. Except, of course, there are a couple of problems here. First of all, you can’t tell me what to do. Second, it is not your pussy, remember? So, what do you want again?” She heard the humor in his tone, and could well imagine his smile, shaking his head at her insolence.
She swallowed. He better be glad she was tied up. She felt like strangling him and his arrogant, dominant, yet very sexy and highly stimulating voice.
“I want you to do whatever brings you the greatest pleasure, Michael.”
Of course, she fully knew that his pleasure would be a reflection of and fuel for her own. To top it off, she denied him hearing her declare her body as his for the moment. Knowing Michael as she did by now, she was sure her refusal was all being stored in that amazing memory of his.
“Well, what I want to do, is cool my little, tight cunt down a bit.” How strange that his words achieved quite the opposite effect.
She heard him walking at her side, sensed him bending over, and felt a small peck being placed on her cheek, before his steps came around her, stopped, and then approached.
Michael stopped in front of her. For several seconds she did not hear anything and nervous impatience made her hold her breath. What a sight she must have presented to him. Her inner mirror reflected the portrait of lust open to his scrutiny. The tall, proud, slender and well toned woman, her hair tied back, a black blindfold her only jewelry. Her arms were tied behind herself making her breasts jut out, her nipples stiff, pointed for attention. The material of her skirt was hiked up around her waist, her vulva exposed to cool swirling breeze from the fans as well as the fire of his eyes, the petals of her flower full and turgid, droplets of sweet nectar visible, longing to be tasted by his velvet tongue.
Then, shattering the stillness around her, an icy jolt startled a small whimper from her lips. He had retrieved an ice cube and proceeded to brand her with it, further making her his property. The wet, cold, slippery hardness made contact with her clavicle as Michael started to drag the piece of ice over to her collar bone, around the swell of her breast, up her sternum, completing the circle around her other breast. Her sweat was now joined by the icy water dripping from her skin in the melting path of his newest torture device. When he brought the ice cube to her nipple, air was sucked in noisily in what sounded like a whimper.
“It’s ok, baby, I know it feels so good on your hot skin.” His voice was soft and reassuring.
Suddenly, as she was adjusting to the coolness on her, his hot mouth closed in on her other nipple, forcing her to arch her torso into him, sobbing his name. While his tongue and teeth worried her rigid point, he kept the ice cube circling her other nipple, the contrast forcing her to start gyrating her pelvis as her pussy cried out to be satisfied.
“Oh, Michael, oh shit…oh my God …I can’t stand it, it’s too much.”
“I tell you when it is too much, and I just don’t think it is.”
He left her nipple and before she even had a chance to acclimate to the air around her, he brought the ice cube down on the heated crest, while simultaneously biting her other nipple, prior to sucking it deeply into the wet heat of his mouth.
She cried out again, her head falling to the side before rolling behind her. Every nerve was at agonizing attention.
He left her nipple and approached her ear. “Where do you want it next? If you ask nicely, I might just let you have it.”
This part was still difficult for her. She remembered being a child and having to ask nicely for cookies or toys, which she usually refused to do. For some reason, her brother had never had a problem asking politely or saying please, but some part of her stubbornly had refused to do anything that resembled begging. Halloween was always interesting as she liked the dressing up part to a degree, but had serious issues with asking for candy. To her, it just seemed like a socially sanctioned occasion for beggery. Her aversion to groveling further extended to having to ask someone’s forgiveness. She never liked to apologize when she was not really sorry. As a teen her parents were frustrated when they removed privileges in hopes of getting her to apologize. Her reaction was to set her chin and walk out of the room. These days, her uncompromising attitude was one of her most valuable assets in her profession. She was known for her shark-like instincts and her tenacious bite; she never let go and never surrendered.
Now, Michael, the master of this particular game, was asking her to do just that. He asked--no, demanded, that she let go, that she totally surrender to him, and only to him. Even as she understood this to be not purely selfish and that she stood to gain great pleasure, her hesitation to let him take down this boundary remained.
The ice cube slid down her abs, sending chilling drops of water toward her belly button, announcing its impending descent. His mouth bent as well, his tongue catching part of the melting ice, her skin ignited not only from the freezing water but also from the rough friction. He inserted his tongue into the hollow of her navel, drawing circles first, before applying light pressure as he licked against the dimple.
“Michael…” Her breath was shallow and erratic now. Her legs spread further, attempting to invite him without having to say the words.
“Beg me to touch it. Do it.”
The ice was moved again and now slid up her inner thighs, stopping short of her center.
Her moans filled the room as she felt her resolve melt with the ice. Another shift and the solid coldness slid over her other thigh.
The boundary tumbled and she cried out, “Please, Michael, please, let the ice touch my pussy. Your pussy….I beg you, please.” Her last plea was a quiet whisper.
When the ice finally collided with her heat, the resulting shivers were a heady combination of chills and pleasure. He traced the outside of her nether lips, the petals protecting the hidden treasure. The last remnants of the ice were used to trace the boundaries of her love canal, as her muscles started to flutter again, trying to fill the void.
“Do you have any idea what seeing you like this is doing to me right now? My cock is in agony, it is seriously upset that the ice is getting all the fun.”
She wanted nothing more than to remedy that predicament.
“Well, I think I would be able to help you with that. For heaven’s sake, Michael, please let me feel your dick in my mouth. I want to taste you so badly.”
She felt him move and heard the sound of the zipper. He held her chin in one hand and guided her mouth to his erection. She felt the soft tip approach her lips and when she licked the length of his shaft she noticed it had awoken with a mind of its own. It was truly amazing to let her tongue witness the pulsating movements indicating further enlargement as his rigid staff celebrated the freedom from the confinement of its prison.
Michael moaned: he was a captive of his lust and surrendered to her power in this instance. One hand rested on her head as the other fed her his penis. How she longed to see his beautiful face reflecting his internal agony and lust as her hot tongue surrounded him. Her lips closed around him as she applied suction and pressure while letting her mouth glide up and down on him as far as possible. She heard the rate of his breathing and the pitch of his sighs increase as salty precum delighted her taste buds. Her tongue snaked around him, running against the velvet steel, caressing it, teasing it.
His hands came to rest on her head, as he pushed himself into her one more time before pulling back. She was not willing to surrender, needing to taste him in her urgency to make him lose control. Finally, in a shaky tone, he instructed her to let him go.
“Did I tell you to make me cum?”
“No, sir, you did not.”
“Dam straight, girl, ‘cause we are nowhere near done yet. Not after the aggravation you put me through all day.”
The aggravation she put him through? One of the driving factors for her being back was the intense build up of tension he had subjected her through during the day. Plus, the comment struck her as ironic, because she thought that, really, ever since first having been spanked by him, she had been tame as kitten. Or maybe it was a lion cub…
The ice cube slid down her abs, sending chilling drops of water toward her belly button, announcing its impending descent. His mouth bent as well, his tongue catching part of the melting ice, her skin ignited not only from the freezing water but also from the rough friction. He inserted his tongue into the hollow of her navel, drawing circles first, before applying light pressure as he licked against the dimple.
“Michael…” Her breath was shallow and erratic now. Her legs spread further, attempting to invite him without having to say the words.
“Beg me to touch it. Do it.”
The ice was moved again and now slid up her inner thighs, stopping short of her center.
Her moans filled the room as she felt her resolve melt with the ice. Another shift and the solid coldness slid over her other thigh.
The boundary tumbled and she cried out, “Please, Michael, please, let the ice touch my pussy. Your pussy….I beg you, please.” Her last plea was a quiet whisper.
When the ice finally collided with her heat, the resulting shivers were a heady combination of chills and pleasure. He traced the outside of her nether lips, the petals protecting the hidden treasure. The last remnants of the ice were used to trace the boundaries of her love canal, as her muscles started to flutter again, trying to fill the void.
“Do you have any idea what seeing you like this is doing to me right now? My cock is in agony, it is seriously upset that the ice is getting all the fun.”
She wanted nothing more than to remedy that predicament.
“Well, I think I would be able to help you with that. For heaven’s sake, Michael, please let me feel your dick in my mouth. I want to taste you so badly.”
She felt him move and heard the sound of the zipper. He held her chin in one hand and guided her mouth to his erection. She felt the soft tip approach her lips and when she licked the length of his shaft she noticed it had awoken with a mind of its own. It was truly amazing to let her tongue witness the pulsating movements indicating further enlargement as his rigid staff celebrated the freedom from the confinement of its prison.
Michael moaned: he was a captive of his lust and surrendered to her power in this instance. One hand rested on her head as the other fed her his penis. How she longed to see his beautiful face reflecting his internal agony and lust as her hot tongue surrounded him. Her lips closed around him as she applied suction and pressure while letting her mouth glide up and down on him as far as possible. She heard the rate of his breathing and the pitch of his sighs increase as salty precum delighted her taste buds. Her tongue snaked around him, running against the velvet steel, caressing it, teasing it.
His hands came to rest on her head, as he pushed himself into her one more time before pulling back. She was not willing to surrender, needing to taste him in her urgency to make him lose control. Finally, in a shaky tone, he instructed her to let him go.
“Did I tell you to make me cum?”
“No, sir, you did not.”
“Dam straight, girl, ‘cause we are nowhere near done yet. Not after the aggravation you put me through all day.”
The aggravation she put him through? One of the driving factors for her being back was the intense build up of tension he had subjected her through during the day. Plus, the comment struck her as ironic, because she thought that, really, ever since first having been spanked by him, she had been tame as kitten. Or maybe it was a lion cub…
Chapter 4: Flashes of the past
If she was honest, she had to admit that despite their arrangement (which from the start had been defined as her being submissive to him in their sexual games), she really never had made things particularly easy for him. Without a doubt, she thoroughly enjoyed his domination, but a lifetime of rebelling against rules was hard to fight. Of course, there was also that little voice in her head, constantly reminding her that part of the thrill was to push the boundaries--and to have him push back. What fun was the game if you did not break the rules every now and then, knowing full well what punishment was awaiting? Since Michael definitely always kept his punishments on the side of pleasure, she never had to fear the pain.
Of course, until her first day at the house, the idea of any punishment, or correction of her infractions, as he chose to label his actions, was very abstract. Not until she was leaning over the back of the couch, her bare body presented to him to do with as he wished, had she fully understood what exactly her agreement entailed. She could barely remember how their casual, secret joking in emails and very rare phone conversations had lead her to undress for him, to service him in the most delicious way, or to crave his touch.
Before she ever could fathom the reality of his proposition, the thoughts evoked from articles and pictures he shared with her occupied her mind in ways that made it very difficult to encounter him almost daily across that room and still to concentrate on her work. He was so multi-faceted, so complicated, and facing him while knowing more about the dimensions he kept concealed was both thrilling and disconcerting. Often, the contrast between the gentle, soft-spoken man dressed in designer suits, whom some mistakenly misjudged as meek and soft, and the controlling nature she had more than caught glimpses of, startled and confused her, while magnifying the magnetic pull he exerted on her.
Curiosity and intense attraction fueled her decision to enter into this relationship, which was set up more like a business deal than an erotic or romantic entanglement. The last time she had to sign her name on so many lines, she had walked out of the room the owner of her condo. Even while being flattered that Michael, who could surely chose from just about any woman on this planet, had taken this risk with her, she understood that his past experiences of being taken advantage of by people he had gifted with his trust and vulnerability, made it necessary to secure and safeguard his privacy.
In the end, she had willingly signed the papers she received and had followed his instructions to the letter. Well, most of his instructions. As she was learning the rules of the game, she was bound to make mistakes, just as he was bound to make sure she did not interfere with his vision. How could she ever have guessed how delirious it was to take that leap of faith and to let yourself be formed and guided by another whose aim it was not just to please himself, but also to bring her more pleasure than she ever had imagined existed? When she longed for his hands on her, for his fingers to make her body sing, it did not matter if he gently stroked her like the bow of a violin in tender vibrato, or if his hands applied the passionate pressure needed to lead up to the crescendo.
Breaking of the rules had landed her against that couch on their first night. The tension in the room as she anticipated the impact of his hand was palatable and unnerving. She knew what was in store, but was almost afraid to release her breath for fear of how she would react when the impact came. When his cupped hand finally made contact with her skin, her body reacted not so much from the stinging sensation but from relief as the tense silence was finally broken by the sharp sound, followed by her soft moan. The second sting brought an increase of heat to her behind as the warmth spread through her and seemed to swirl in red hot spirals from her womb into her vagina. She could not contain another small sigh. The third slap was delivered with slightly more force, and she felt a corresponding sting in her clitoris, causing her nether lips to extend and pulsate more. Her back had arched further despite her efforts to remain immobile.
“What a good girl you are. You almost took it without a sound.” His voice intensified her arousal tenfold. Was she imagining that his breathing rate had changed as well? It was thrilling to know that he was not unaffected by their play.
“Michael…” was all she managed to sigh and hoped the sounds were muffled by the curtain of her hair. She tried to look behind her to establish eye contact, but he touched her cheek, redirecting her gaze.
His hand now caressed the tender flesh of her ass and she heard him shift position as he knelt behind her.
“Poor baby. See what you did? Because of your disobedience your cute ass is all red now. But baby…” He placed butterfly kisses on the site of her discomfort, “I cannot even begin to tell you how pretty that color looks on you. So sweet, so seductive…and all for me.”
She was tempted like never before to spread her legs even more and hope the sight of her other swollen, red area would convince him to assuage the pain there with his tongue. Reading her thoughts, Michael urged her to lean forward more. When she felt his tongue tracing her labia, the resulting shivers could not be contained. Several moans escaped when he licked her in solid strokes, ending each contact by hitting her clit with his rough tongue, driving her almost into insanity. The moans turned to little whimpers when he increased the pressure applied to her swollen pearl. His hands steadied her by holding onto her ass, and he simultaneously spread her cheeks slightly, to have her increasingly open to his caresses. When he spoke, his breath further fueled her fire.
“That’s right; let me taste your sweetness. You’re like honey. I love to feel you pour into my mouth.” If he kept it up she would surely break another rule by reaching the orgasm that built like cumulus clouds on a humid afternoon without expressed permission.
“Please, please….let me..” Unsure of how long she could contain the torrential storm that was about to break free, she did not think twice about resorting to begging.
“Hmm?” The sound was a question and torture at the same time, as he now had closed his mouth on her, using his tongue and the vibrations of his voice to force her closer to the brink.
“Oh God, make me cum. I need you to let me cum. Please, Michael.” She started to see colors sparkle behind her eye lids and was not sure if they were the result of her efforts to control her climax or of the sensations coursing through her body with electric force.
He moved his mouth and blew a cooling breath on her that, in her current condition, did anything but cool her.
“Cool it, girl, we are not done. Remember, I said six? That hot little cunt will have to stay heated a little longer.” He place one more peck on her behind before rising once more.
Tears of frustration threatened to spill from her, but before she had a moment to devise a plan to capture the release she craved by herself, his hand once again provided a distraction and another jolt to her overtaxed system.
“Keep count, girl. If you want to get your reward, you have to play by the rules.”
“Four.” Both her voice and her legs were unsteady and shaky.
The next sting came quickly and she counted, thankful that the task provided the outlet for the moan that could not be contained.
This time, his hand remained on her warm skin for a moment, gently stoking her hot buttocks before delivering the final slap. When she uttered the number, it was a sigh of hope that she would be close to finding the climax she had been chasing. She tasted sweat on her lips. Michael’s hand came to rest in her hair and he pulled it back just enough to grant him access to her mouth. His tongue imitated hers that just seconds before had licked her parched lips, before he plundered her mouth with passion, letting his tongue find and engage hers in a seductive dance. He pressed up against her and she felt his rock hard erection pressing into her as he started to undulate his hips against her in the most erotic movement.
“Feel what you do to me? Do you know how hard it is to see you like this, to watch you react to me, to burn for me, and not to fuck you senseless?”
Well, she had a solution to that conundrum, but wisely, she held her tongue.
As one hand continued to hold her hair, the other became busy freeing himself. While she fed off his kiss, she heard the heavenly music of the zipper and then of his pants falling to the ground, followed by him stepping over them. His hand left her hair and came to play with her nipples that had been stimulated by the fabric of the couch against her upper body. He pinched and rolled the puckered peaks before pulling them with enough force to send jolts of intense pleasure from the sensitive crests down to that other bundle of nerves craving attention. He must have heard the call as she felt him reaching around, his free hand becoming occupied with playing with her clitoris in the same way he administered to her nipple. She whimpered and pushed her ass back, seeking out the hardness she knew would bring her relief.
“What do you want? Ask for it, and maybe it can be all yours.”
“Fuck me, Michael, please. I want to feel your cock inside me. I need to feel you stretching me. Please, sir…fuck me.”
“Tell me once more, whose pussy do you want me to fuck?” His voice was a deep whisper it was even more difficult to make out through the thunder of her own pulse rushing in her ears. He pinched her nipple, as his fingers traced her swollen wetness from her clit to her beckoning opening which had started to spasm.
“Michael, you know I am all yours. This pussy is all for you. I’ll do anything you want, just please, fuck me.”
His hand left her nipple and he guided his enormous erection to her drenched opening.
“You want…this?” He bore into her in one deep, penetrating motion, sending her against the couch. She knew he was big; she had felt him in her mouth earlier and held him in her hand. Still, despite her arousal and the lubrication that facilitated the breach, she had not been fully prepared for this size. When he hit her cervix, she let out a small cry, as once again stars and rainbows became visible all at the same time.
“God, you feel so good, so tight.” His breathing also came in gasps. He gave her a moment to let her body adjust before slowly withdrawing. His penis almost left her all the way, the slippery drag nearly driving her insane. He paused for a second before ramming into her once more, her moan joining his sigh. Michael increased his tempo, holding her by her hip as he became possessed by his own sensual rhythm, alternating straight jabs, with rotating movements. The spiral inside started to wind up tighter and tighter, concentrating all her pleasure and all her energy into one tight spot that longed to explode like a newly born galaxy.
“Are you close?” He panted into her ear, kissing her earlobe before biting it gently.
The ability to speak had almost escaped her as all her energy centered on meeting his powerful thrusts. She nodded as she moaned.
He reached around her and his words assaulted her as he touched her clit one more time.
“Go ahead, cum. I want you to cum for me now…”
The explosion hit with such force, she was not sure she recognized the long, drawn out scream she heard in the distance, before she realized she heard her own voice, calling out his name.
“Oh, God, oh, Michael, ahhhh, shit..”
“Oh, you are such a bad…girl..” He accentuated the ‘bad’ and “girl” with small, focused jabbing and grinding movements that propelled the wave that had seemed to level out to another peak.
Michael slowed his tempo and gave her a moment to let the intensity wash over her and ebb away, as her screams changed to sighs and moans. She felt the spasms of her uterus and vagina and rode the sweetest wave. Michael kissed her neck and her shoulders as he kept up steady, but softer movements. Just when it seemed he would increase his pace again, he pulled out of her, forcing a sigh of disapproval from her lips.
In the end, she had willingly signed the papers she received and had followed his instructions to the letter. Well, most of his instructions. As she was learning the rules of the game, she was bound to make mistakes, just as he was bound to make sure she did not interfere with his vision. How could she ever have guessed how delirious it was to take that leap of faith and to let yourself be formed and guided by another whose aim it was not just to please himself, but also to bring her more pleasure than she ever had imagined existed? When she longed for his hands on her, for his fingers to make her body sing, it did not matter if he gently stroked her like the bow of a violin in tender vibrato, or if his hands applied the passionate pressure needed to lead up to the crescendo.
Breaking of the rules had landed her against that couch on their first night. The tension in the room as she anticipated the impact of his hand was palatable and unnerving. She knew what was in store, but was almost afraid to release her breath for fear of how she would react when the impact came. When his cupped hand finally made contact with her skin, her body reacted not so much from the stinging sensation but from relief as the tense silence was finally broken by the sharp sound, followed by her soft moan. The second sting brought an increase of heat to her behind as the warmth spread through her and seemed to swirl in red hot spirals from her womb into her vagina. She could not contain another small sigh. The third slap was delivered with slightly more force, and she felt a corresponding sting in her clitoris, causing her nether lips to extend and pulsate more. Her back had arched further despite her efforts to remain immobile.
“What a good girl you are. You almost took it without a sound.” His voice intensified her arousal tenfold. Was she imagining that his breathing rate had changed as well? It was thrilling to know that he was not unaffected by their play.
“Michael…” was all she managed to sigh and hoped the sounds were muffled by the curtain of her hair. She tried to look behind her to establish eye contact, but he touched her cheek, redirecting her gaze.
His hand now caressed the tender flesh of her ass and she heard him shift position as he knelt behind her.
“Poor baby. See what you did? Because of your disobedience your cute ass is all red now. But baby…” He placed butterfly kisses on the site of her discomfort, “I cannot even begin to tell you how pretty that color looks on you. So sweet, so seductive…and all for me.”
She was tempted like never before to spread her legs even more and hope the sight of her other swollen, red area would convince him to assuage the pain there with his tongue. Reading her thoughts, Michael urged her to lean forward more. When she felt his tongue tracing her labia, the resulting shivers could not be contained. Several moans escaped when he licked her in solid strokes, ending each contact by hitting her clit with his rough tongue, driving her almost into insanity. The moans turned to little whimpers when he increased the pressure applied to her swollen pearl. His hands steadied her by holding onto her ass, and he simultaneously spread her cheeks slightly, to have her increasingly open to his caresses. When he spoke, his breath further fueled her fire.
“That’s right; let me taste your sweetness. You’re like honey. I love to feel you pour into my mouth.” If he kept it up she would surely break another rule by reaching the orgasm that built like cumulus clouds on a humid afternoon without expressed permission.
“Please, please….let me..” Unsure of how long she could contain the torrential storm that was about to break free, she did not think twice about resorting to begging.
“Hmm?” The sound was a question and torture at the same time, as he now had closed his mouth on her, using his tongue and the vibrations of his voice to force her closer to the brink.
“Oh God, make me cum. I need you to let me cum. Please, Michael.” She started to see colors sparkle behind her eye lids and was not sure if they were the result of her efforts to control her climax or of the sensations coursing through her body with electric force.
He moved his mouth and blew a cooling breath on her that, in her current condition, did anything but cool her.
“Cool it, girl, we are not done. Remember, I said six? That hot little cunt will have to stay heated a little longer.” He place one more peck on her behind before rising once more.
Tears of frustration threatened to spill from her, but before she had a moment to devise a plan to capture the release she craved by herself, his hand once again provided a distraction and another jolt to her overtaxed system.
“Keep count, girl. If you want to get your reward, you have to play by the rules.”
“Four.” Both her voice and her legs were unsteady and shaky.
The next sting came quickly and she counted, thankful that the task provided the outlet for the moan that could not be contained.
This time, his hand remained on her warm skin for a moment, gently stoking her hot buttocks before delivering the final slap. When she uttered the number, it was a sigh of hope that she would be close to finding the climax she had been chasing. She tasted sweat on her lips. Michael’s hand came to rest in her hair and he pulled it back just enough to grant him access to her mouth. His tongue imitated hers that just seconds before had licked her parched lips, before he plundered her mouth with passion, letting his tongue find and engage hers in a seductive dance. He pressed up against her and she felt his rock hard erection pressing into her as he started to undulate his hips against her in the most erotic movement.
“Feel what you do to me? Do you know how hard it is to see you like this, to watch you react to me, to burn for me, and not to fuck you senseless?”
Well, she had a solution to that conundrum, but wisely, she held her tongue.
As one hand continued to hold her hair, the other became busy freeing himself. While she fed off his kiss, she heard the heavenly music of the zipper and then of his pants falling to the ground, followed by him stepping over them. His hand left her hair and came to play with her nipples that had been stimulated by the fabric of the couch against her upper body. He pinched and rolled the puckered peaks before pulling them with enough force to send jolts of intense pleasure from the sensitive crests down to that other bundle of nerves craving attention. He must have heard the call as she felt him reaching around, his free hand becoming occupied with playing with her clitoris in the same way he administered to her nipple. She whimpered and pushed her ass back, seeking out the hardness she knew would bring her relief.
“What do you want? Ask for it, and maybe it can be all yours.”
“Fuck me, Michael, please. I want to feel your cock inside me. I need to feel you stretching me. Please, sir…fuck me.”
“Tell me once more, whose pussy do you want me to fuck?” His voice was a deep whisper it was even more difficult to make out through the thunder of her own pulse rushing in her ears. He pinched her nipple, as his fingers traced her swollen wetness from her clit to her beckoning opening which had started to spasm.
“Michael, you know I am all yours. This pussy is all for you. I’ll do anything you want, just please, fuck me.”
His hand left her nipple and he guided his enormous erection to her drenched opening.
“You want…this?” He bore into her in one deep, penetrating motion, sending her against the couch. She knew he was big; she had felt him in her mouth earlier and held him in her hand. Still, despite her arousal and the lubrication that facilitated the breach, she had not been fully prepared for this size. When he hit her cervix, she let out a small cry, as once again stars and rainbows became visible all at the same time.
“God, you feel so good, so tight.” His breathing also came in gasps. He gave her a moment to let her body adjust before slowly withdrawing. His penis almost left her all the way, the slippery drag nearly driving her insane. He paused for a second before ramming into her once more, her moan joining his sigh. Michael increased his tempo, holding her by her hip as he became possessed by his own sensual rhythm, alternating straight jabs, with rotating movements. The spiral inside started to wind up tighter and tighter, concentrating all her pleasure and all her energy into one tight spot that longed to explode like a newly born galaxy.
“Are you close?” He panted into her ear, kissing her earlobe before biting it gently.
The ability to speak had almost escaped her as all her energy centered on meeting his powerful thrusts. She nodded as she moaned.
He reached around her and his words assaulted her as he touched her clit one more time.
“Go ahead, cum. I want you to cum for me now…”
The explosion hit with such force, she was not sure she recognized the long, drawn out scream she heard in the distance, before she realized she heard her own voice, calling out his name.
“Oh, God, oh, Michael, ahhhh, shit..”
“Oh, you are such a bad…girl..” He accentuated the ‘bad’ and “girl” with small, focused jabbing and grinding movements that propelled the wave that had seemed to level out to another peak.
Michael slowed his tempo and gave her a moment to let the intensity wash over her and ebb away, as her screams changed to sighs and moans. She felt the spasms of her uterus and vagina and rode the sweetest wave. Michael kissed her neck and her shoulders as he kept up steady, but softer movements. Just when it seemed he would increase his pace again, he pulled out of her, forcing a sigh of disapproval from her lips.
He turned her and his eyes bore into her, setting her on fire from within. He licked his lips and bent his head to capture her mouth, his tongue tracing her lips, before he sought out her tongue with his. His hands came up behind her and he cupped her ass, and before she understood what he intended to do next, he lifted her up. Her legs instinctively closed around him, and he took a couple of steps, carrying her with him. When her back encountered a cold, hard surface, a small gasp escaped her.
“It’s ok, baby, don’t worry, we are not done. I want to have some leverage to fuck you nice and hard--if you think you can stand it.”
She cocked her head and a sly smile escaped, challenging him.
“Bring it on, Michael, I can take it. Your pussy wants to take anything you can dish out.”
His eyebrow raised and a cocky smile appeared on this sensual lips. A strand of hair fell into his face and she could not help herself but push it behind his ears. Once again she thought what an amazingly beautiful man he was. His dark eyes burned into her, sweat has caused his hair to curl into small ringlets along his hairline, and his skin seemed to glow and shine from his efforts to please her.
Sudden alarm bells went off in her head. Surely she was not about to fall in love with him? This was all just for fun. Their entanglement was nothing but a sexual relationship further charged by the dangerous aspect of being in opposing legal corners. That’s all this was--amazing sex. She could not afford to fall for him, so she would simply not allow it.
Thankfully, Michael distracted her by easily lowering her body onto himself. Once again, she gasped as his steel stretched her to what seemed to be the limit.
“My God!” Her head fell back and she hit it on the wall.
“Hey, watch it. We can’t have any sex injuries. Someone might sue me.” He laughed and bent forward to kiss her, just letting his penis rest in her.
“Very funny. But I could not help it, you feel so good.”
His kiss served to send further lubrication to the place he had invaded so solidly. She felt her walls contract as her pussy was filled to the hilt and her clit came in intimate contact with his body. She started to gyrate her hips on him, urging him on move, longing to feel his tempo increase.
He moved his lips from her lips and bent further to capture first one, then the other nipple between his teeth before caressing them softly with his tongue. After administering to each, he blew soft breaths on them, making them constrict even more.
“Michael…”
“Yes?”
“Please…” She moaned again, trying to get him to move, but he kept his control tight and his body still.
“Is there something you want?”
He now nibbled on her neck, capturing a droplet of sweat and running the tip of his tongue over her steaming skin.
“Please, sir, if it pleases you, could you move that cock in me? It is driving me crazy.”
“Funny, how you always follow a perfectly nice, submissive request, with a sassy ass statement. I move when I want to. Right now, I want to enjoy that hot pussy around me, I feel your juices inside you, pooling around me, getting ready to drip out as soon as I pull out of you…”
Her next movement sent his hands to her hips, keeping her on him by her own legs and the wall behind her. He attempted to hold her still.
“Stop squirming. The more you move, the less I will give it to you.”
“Ok, fine, I’ll stop. I’ll be good.” She panted, struggling to contain the urge feel the shifts of his body against hers.
“The one thing I am learning about you is…”
Sudden alarm bells went off in her head. Surely she was not about to fall in love with him? This was all just for fun. Their entanglement was nothing but a sexual relationship further charged by the dangerous aspect of being in opposing legal corners. That’s all this was--amazing sex. She could not afford to fall for him, so she would simply not allow it.
Thankfully, Michael distracted her by easily lowering her body onto himself. Once again, she gasped as his steel stretched her to what seemed to be the limit.
“My God!” Her head fell back and she hit it on the wall.
“Hey, watch it. We can’t have any sex injuries. Someone might sue me.” He laughed and bent forward to kiss her, just letting his penis rest in her.
“Very funny. But I could not help it, you feel so good.”
His kiss served to send further lubrication to the place he had invaded so solidly. She felt her walls contract as her pussy was filled to the hilt and her clit came in intimate contact with his body. She started to gyrate her hips on him, urging him on move, longing to feel his tempo increase.
He moved his lips from her lips and bent further to capture first one, then the other nipple between his teeth before caressing them softly with his tongue. After administering to each, he blew soft breaths on them, making them constrict even more.
“Michael…”
“Yes?”
“Please…” She moaned again, trying to get him to move, but he kept his control tight and his body still.
“Is there something you want?”
He now nibbled on her neck, capturing a droplet of sweat and running the tip of his tongue over her steaming skin.
“Please, sir, if it pleases you, could you move that cock in me? It is driving me crazy.”
“Funny, how you always follow a perfectly nice, submissive request, with a sassy ass statement. I move when I want to. Right now, I want to enjoy that hot pussy around me, I feel your juices inside you, pooling around me, getting ready to drip out as soon as I pull out of you…”
Her next movement sent his hands to her hips, keeping her on him by her own legs and the wall behind her. He attempted to hold her still.
“Stop squirming. The more you move, the less I will give it to you.”
“Ok, fine, I’ll stop. I’ll be good.” She panted, struggling to contain the urge feel the shifts of his body against hers.
“The one thing I am learning about you is…”
He started to pull back ever so slightly, sending shivers down her spine as his penis seemed to caress and stroke every single nerve ending in her vaginal canal.
“…you can’t manage to be good.” He stopped short of withdrawing from her and his face reflected the effort of his slow torturous control. He swallowed hard and she watched his Adam’s apple move in his sexy, sinewy neck, keeping her eyes fixed there, watching the pulse in the little hollow as a descending drop of sweat was caught and started to pool. When her eyes returned to his face, she witnessed his teeth capturing his bottom lip.
“You are just too damn good about being a bad, bad girl.”
“Michael, please, I’ll be anything you want me to be…just let me have it.”
“Let you have what? What do you want?”
The question was starting to be a theme of the night.
“I want you…all of you…please.”
“Why?”
“Because I am yours and I want you to brand me with that magnificent sword of yours…over and over…” She had no idea where those words had come from, but she found that they were true. All she wanted was to be his.
“So, you want...this?” At the last word, he seared back into her hot, slippery sheath, causing all her air to be expelled from her lungs in a deep moan.
He pulled back out. His hip angled up against her as he lifted her slightly and then ground into at as the pushed her downward at the same time.
“Or this?” An affirmative scream answered his question, as once again, she was racing toward her peak.
Michael’s eyes were closed and he threw his head back, getting lost in his own increasing rhythm once more. She held onto him for dear life her arms around his neck and her legs closed tightly against his sinewy hips, feeling his muscles move beneath her.
“Oh god, oh yes, oh Michael...”
Her words were mixed with sobs and moans as the building tension threatened to make her lose any control she had. She was almost afraid to cum, afraid the intensity would be too much to bear. Never before had she been this close to simultaneously crying and laughing; she was at the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm.
He slowed a bit and held her hips firmly again, stilling her movements.
“Do you want to cum?”
She nodded, biting her own lip now, trying to avoid being reduced to sobs.
“Then ask for permission. Come on, girl, and you better do it right.”
She did not even want to ask what the consequences of disobedience would be. The only consequence that mattered was that she could not bear to not have him push her over the edge into bliss.
“Please, may I cum for you?”
He moved in and out swiftly, providing enough stimulation to her clit to keep her right on that brink, then stilled.
“What? May you cum….what?”
Here it was again. He wanted her to say the words. She realized that earlier she was able to evade them, finding them too difficult to form, but this time, so close to the edge of ecstasy, all her pride seemed to have vanished. Well, that was not correct: right now, all her pride was consumed by being his lover, by being his instrument and his vessel.
“You are just too damn good about being a bad, bad girl.”
“Michael, please, I’ll be anything you want me to be…just let me have it.”
“Let you have what? What do you want?”
The question was starting to be a theme of the night.
“I want you…all of you…please.”
“Why?”
“Because I am yours and I want you to brand me with that magnificent sword of yours…over and over…” She had no idea where those words had come from, but she found that they were true. All she wanted was to be his.
“So, you want...this?” At the last word, he seared back into her hot, slippery sheath, causing all her air to be expelled from her lungs in a deep moan.
He pulled back out. His hip angled up against her as he lifted her slightly and then ground into at as the pushed her downward at the same time.
“Or this?” An affirmative scream answered his question, as once again, she was racing toward her peak.
Michael’s eyes were closed and he threw his head back, getting lost in his own increasing rhythm once more. She held onto him for dear life her arms around his neck and her legs closed tightly against his sinewy hips, feeling his muscles move beneath her.
“Oh god, oh yes, oh Michael...”
Her words were mixed with sobs and moans as the building tension threatened to make her lose any control she had. She was almost afraid to cum, afraid the intensity would be too much to bear. Never before had she been this close to simultaneously crying and laughing; she was at the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm.
He slowed a bit and held her hips firmly again, stilling her movements.
“Do you want to cum?”
She nodded, biting her own lip now, trying to avoid being reduced to sobs.
“Then ask for permission. Come on, girl, and you better do it right.”
She did not even want to ask what the consequences of disobedience would be. The only consequence that mattered was that she could not bear to not have him push her over the edge into bliss.
“Please, may I cum for you?”
He moved in and out swiftly, providing enough stimulation to her clit to keep her right on that brink, then stilled.
“What? May you cum….what?”
Here it was again. He wanted her to say the words. She realized that earlier she was able to evade them, finding them too difficult to form, but this time, so close to the edge of ecstasy, all her pride seemed to have vanished. Well, that was not correct: right now, all her pride was consumed by being his lover, by being his instrument and his vessel.
Time was suspended. Something shifted between them. They calmly looked into each other’s eyes, each seeking what was needed in the reflection.
“May I cum, master?”
The words were spoken with a clear, strong voice without any element of meekness or hesitance. Her eyes were wide open, catching their delirious fire in the mirror image of his dark, mysterious pools.
He bent and kissed her forehead, before grinding into her with such force, it launched her into the center of the tornado, twirling her world, suffocating her with the most intense sensations sweeping over and through her. He kept pushing through her orgasm, fired on by her screams before she felt his body go tense and spasm against her as jets of hot seed flooded her womb, propelling her into another climax. The sound of his cries, moans, and sobs, and the view of his face marked by his own rapture fascinated her and filled her with her own sense of power. He might be her master in this game, but she was an eager student and the knowledge that she also affected him filled her with pride and awe.
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