Deciding to spend what was left of the day preparing myself for the evening ahead. Slave was seriously disrupting my 'chi.' He'd been twitchy, antsy even ever since I'd told him that I would switch when we visited the PlayRoom that night.
Only then...I'd made him wait.
And with each day that passed, his impatience grew.
Over the last two weeks, the facade of calm devoted Slave, catering to my every whim was unraveling and crumbling before my eyes. His inner Dom began clawing his way free of the submissive, until the eyes that had stared back at me this morning as I stood leaning against the kitchen counter, were fierce and uncompromising. I'd shivered and instantly grown hot and wet.
"On your knees and eat me now, show me with that delectable mouth of yours how much you want to please your Mistress!"
He'd dared to growl, and then I watched in startled disbelief as he'd blatantly ignored my demand. Picking me up instead, he'd thrown me over his shoulder caveman style.
Hard insistent fingers tore into the yoga pants I wore, ripping them free, fingers that bit into my flesh, squeezing then roughly parting my thighs as he walked. He stroked along the slick folds and rubbed firmly against the stiffening nub of my clit...
But when he sank two thick, long, fingers deep and started pumping them hard, I howled in pleasure and fury.
"Put me the fuck down now!
Oh...or I swear....ommmppphhfff."
He did.
On my back in our bed. Tossing me onto it like a sack of potatoes and knocking the breath right out of me. He tore my T-shirt and bra in two, which pissed me off no end. I'd really liked that one!
His smirk leaving me in no doubt of who was in charge and that it was simply of no concern whatsoever to him.
It was the last coherent thought I had for awhile.
Pulling my legs apart and spreading them wide, only to shove my knees back...
Then that gorgeous mouth and wicked tongue were on me and delving deep into the very heart of me. His beautiful face nuzzling and sucking, laving and ripping my disheveled senses to shreds.
Fiendishly delicious fingers continued to slide deep and hard in a heady frantic rhythm as he pinned me without compunction to the bed and took me at his will.
To hell with mine!
I couldn't think.
Couldn't move, could only melt and succumb to every sensation that skittered over my aching flesh like electricity, igniting everything in its path.
Liquifying my belly, making me pant, gasp and mewl, as my nails sank into his flesh.
He plucked every nerve ending, drawing forth every response as skillfully as any Maestro.
Lifting away, he moved up to stare hard and uncompromisingly down at me, before taking my lips, filling my mouth with the flavor of my own juices...
Oh, but he would pay for this...later...much later.
So I took my time.
When I could finally drag myself off the bed hours later, limbs satiated and heavy began to feel less so as I stood beneath a hot shower. Steamy heat penetrating fatigued muscles, clarity returning once more.
Pinching my nipples tight, head back, eyes closed, I replayed every exquisite moment we'd just shared.
Indelibly engraved on my mind.
It was time.
Way past time...
No comments:
Post a Comment