we are on…who I am. What I look for in a relationship.”
Her heart lifted. He was still talking, but she only heard the word relationship. After a moment, he reached behind her and gave her fanny a smack.
“Oh, oww.” She bounced, landing back on his cock.
He winced. “Pay attention.”
“Fine.” His serious expression made her search her mind. “Sir?”
“Yes, that’s the first step. There’s a lot to a Dom/sub relationship, and while I believe you need what I have to offer you, I don’t think we need to get into all that now.” He rocked his hips, rubbing his length against her wet folds. “So, for tonight, just for now, will you allow me to take control…to take you where you need to go.”
She nodded, fighting for speech. He didn’t move however, until she said, “Yes, sir. I’m yours.”
“I will take you at your word.” He leaned against the chair back and smiled at her. “Remove your blouse.”
“Yes, sir.” Fingers shaking, she opened each button, then let the white cotton slide back off her shoulders and drop to the floor.
“Your bra, please.”
She complied while her heart tried to pound out of her chest. Could he see its frantic thumping through her skin when the bra fell away, leaving her breasts bare? She trembled when he pinched one of her nipples
“Lovely, like rosebuds.” He pulled her toward him and licked at the other, sucking it into his heated mouth . She squirmed, trying to make contact with his cock, but he grasped her hips and held her still.
“Oh, please….” She linked her fingers behind his head against her.
He released her nipple. “Please what?”
He sucked the other peak into his mouth. “Please, sir?” He bit down, held it between his teeth, and she squeaked.
He let go then stood and spun around to lay her on the glassy expanse of his desk. The cold wood soothed the burn in her ass, but the look on his face stole her breath.
Resuming his seat, he lay one of her legs over each of his shoulders. “Beautiful.” He ran one finger through her folds. “Pink, like the inside of a conch shell.” He pinched her clit, and she moaned. “So, little one, who’d have thought you’d be bare. The conservative Miss Mona, getting a full wax, thank heavens for modern fashions.”
Shuddering she tried to close her legs, but he held them in place. “No, I like you open to me.” He stroked the inside of her thighs, urging her wider, splayed at the edge of the desk for his examination. “ I like to see what’s mine. And you are mine, aren’t you? For tonight, at least.”
“Y-yes.”
He rubbed the side of his hand through her slippery wetness, from front to back and forward again. “Tell me, then.”
“I’m yours, sir.”
He bent close, and her heart fluttered. “Not that I plan to do anything that might call for it, but I want you to remember your safe word.” He stroked a finger through her wet pussy and she clenched inside. “If anything I do is too much for you, you only have to say it.”
“Tardy.”
“Very good. Now, I want to see if you taste as sweet as you smell.” He grasped her upper thighs, pushing her even wider, so open she felt completely exposed, and dipped his mouth to her pussy, licking her outer folds, mapping her with his tongue. She reached for him but he released her legs and took her hands in his, holding them down to the desk.
He moved away from her, hot breath still titillating her sensitive tissues. “Next time maybe I’ll tie these down.”
Next time? He sucked her clit into his mouth and closed his teeth on it, just the slightest sting enough to send her flying over the edge into oblivion and beyond thought.
Bucking her hips, she rode the waves, crying out until after a moment or a lifetime, she rode them to the beach and landed, covered with a fine sheen of sweat to find him sitting back and watching. Too overwhelmed for embarrassment, she panted, waiting to see what he would do next.
He clucked and flipped
Her heart lifted. He was still talking, but she only heard the word relationship. After a moment, he reached behind her and gave her fanny a smack.
“Oh, oww.” She bounced, landing back on his cock.
He winced. “Pay attention.”
“Fine.” His serious expression made her search her mind. “Sir?”
“Yes, that’s the first step. There’s a lot to a Dom/sub relationship, and while I believe you need what I have to offer you, I don’t think we need to get into all that now.” He rocked his hips, rubbing his length against her wet folds. “So, for tonight, just for now, will you allow me to take control…to take you where you need to go.”
She nodded, fighting for speech. He didn’t move however, until she said, “Yes, sir. I’m yours.”
“I will take you at your word.” He leaned against the chair back and smiled at her. “Remove your blouse.”
“Yes, sir.” Fingers shaking, she opened each button, then let the white cotton slide back off her shoulders and drop to the floor.
“Your bra, please.”
She complied while her heart tried to pound out of her chest. Could he see its frantic thumping through her skin when the bra fell away, leaving her breasts bare? She trembled when he pinched one of her nipples
“Lovely, like rosebuds.” He pulled her toward him and licked at the other, sucking it into his heated mouth . She squirmed, trying to make contact with his cock, but he grasped her hips and held her still.
“Oh, please….” She linked her fingers behind his head against her.
He released her nipple. “Please what?”
He sucked the other peak into his mouth. “Please, sir?” He bit down, held it between his teeth, and she squeaked.
He let go then stood and spun around to lay her on the glassy expanse of his desk. The cold wood soothed the burn in her ass, but the look on his face stole her breath.
Resuming his seat, he lay one of her legs over each of his shoulders. “Beautiful.” He ran one finger through her folds. “Pink, like the inside of a conch shell.” He pinched her clit, and she moaned. “So, little one, who’d have thought you’d be bare. The conservative Miss Mona, getting a full wax, thank heavens for modern fashions.”
Shuddering she tried to close her legs, but he held them in place. “No, I like you open to me.” He stroked the inside of her thighs, urging her wider, splayed at the edge of the desk for his examination. “ I like to see what’s mine. And you are mine, aren’t you? For tonight, at least.”
“Y-yes.”
He rubbed the side of his hand through her slippery wetness, from front to back and forward again. “Tell me, then.”
“I’m yours, sir.”
He bent close, and her heart fluttered. “Not that I plan to do anything that might call for it, but I want you to remember your safe word.” He stroked a finger through her wet pussy and she clenched inside. “If anything I do is too much for you, you only have to say it.”
“Tardy.”
“Very good. Now, I want to see if you taste as sweet as you smell.” He grasped her upper thighs, pushing her even wider, so open she felt completely exposed, and dipped his mouth to her pussy, licking her outer folds, mapping her with his tongue. She reached for him but he released her legs and took her hands in his, holding them down to the desk.
He moved away from her, hot breath still titillating her sensitive tissues. “Next time maybe I’ll tie these down.”
Next time? He sucked her clit into his mouth and closed his teeth on it, just the slightest sting enough to send her flying over the edge into oblivion and beyond thought.
Bucking her hips, she rode the waves, crying out until after a moment or a lifetime, she rode them to the beach and landed, covered with a fine sheen of sweat to find him sitting back and watching. Too overwhelmed for embarrassment, she panted, waiting to see what he would do next.
He clucked and flipped
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