no previous man had exposed her in this way.
And never would again. She was mine. I ached to protect her.
But first, I had a duty towards her; I was going to take her beyond the realms of pleasure and pain. Everything I had learned in dungeons and at sex parties would be brought into play, I decided. Okay, not everything. We simply didn't have time for that.
But it would be a start.
"Go through to your bedroom, lay down, spread your legs and think about me," I ordered.
She hesitated, and I seized it with delight. "One infraction. I shall remember. Now, go."
A light danced in her eyes. She whirled around and walked away, slightly too slowly to be called properly obedient. Two infractions, then, and I knew it was deliberate. My sweet bratty sub wanted to be punished.
She knew it was the release that she sought, and I couldn't wait to give it to her.
I lingered in the living room, letting the waiting and expectation stretch out. I wondered what I ought to do to her; in truth, I had but the barest of ideas. All manner of plans suggested themselves to me but I was fighting my own urge to simply fuck her, hard.
Continual, shuddering orgasm after orgasm; that was to be my aim. Ahh yes.
I had a butt plug ready in my pocket. I pulled it out and held the semi-hard rubber in my hands, thinking. I fished out a few other items and carried them in my hand. Then I slung my jacket onto the back of a chair and rolled up my sleeves a little before walking through to the bedroom.
She was lying back on the bed, with cushions and bolsters behind her upper body so she could see me enter. She looked, at first glance, to be relaxed, but it was a studied lie; she was throbbing with anticipation.
I smiled and took my time looking her over as I stood at the foot of the bed. I placed the plug and associated paraphernalia on the bed by her feet but out of her line of vision. I loved the way her full breasts slid slightly to the side, and I was amused by the way she was clearly embarrassed by that movement; she kept her arms close to her body, to give them some support. She was real; it was the sexiest thing. I preferred to know that she was a live human woman, and her flaws - her supposed flaws - were assets.
"Lift your breasts and show me," I said.
She cupped the flesh and raised them up, her nipples hardening at her very own touch.
"They look so kissable," I told her.
She squirmed. She was obviously thinking about them being kissed. Ah, the power of words and suggestion!
I had considered tying her down, but I decided I'd throw her a harder test. "Lie back and spread your arms wide. Up to the sides."
She had the briefest hesitation then obeyed, making herself into a cross on the bed. I climbed onto the bed, kneeling over her - straddling her, really, my legs either side of her thighs. Even through the fabric of my trousers, I could feel the heat of her skin.
"You need to keep your arms like that. Imagine you are tied to the corners of the bed. You cannot touch me, or yourself. Stay like that."
I could see that she wasn't relaxed; she was probably worrying about how she looked. One day I'd take photos and show her that she was magnificent but not yet; I knew, now, she wasn't ready for that. She had to trust me even more than she did already.
I placed my hands on her hips, rubbing my thumbs along the jut of her bones, and stroked downwards along her thighs to her knees.
"Every inch of you is sexy," I told her. "Every inch of you is kissable. Every inch of you makes me hard."
As my hands reached her shins, I shuffled back a little, and bent forward, so that my face came close to her neatly trimmed pubic mound. I stopped just a fraction of an inch away from her clitoris, still hidden from view.
She twitched.
Then I moved forward, kissing up along her belly to her breasts, and slowly, painstakingly slowly, gathered her nipples into my mouth. I kissed them lightly, swapping from one to the other, teasing them and taunting them with my
And never would again. She was mine. I ached to protect her.
But first, I had a duty towards her; I was going to take her beyond the realms of pleasure and pain. Everything I had learned in dungeons and at sex parties would be brought into play, I decided. Okay, not everything. We simply didn't have time for that.
But it would be a start.
"Go through to your bedroom, lay down, spread your legs and think about me," I ordered.
She hesitated, and I seized it with delight. "One infraction. I shall remember. Now, go."
A light danced in her eyes. She whirled around and walked away, slightly too slowly to be called properly obedient. Two infractions, then, and I knew it was deliberate. My sweet bratty sub wanted to be punished.
She knew it was the release that she sought, and I couldn't wait to give it to her.
I lingered in the living room, letting the waiting and expectation stretch out. I wondered what I ought to do to her; in truth, I had but the barest of ideas. All manner of plans suggested themselves to me but I was fighting my own urge to simply fuck her, hard.
Continual, shuddering orgasm after orgasm; that was to be my aim. Ahh yes.
I had a butt plug ready in my pocket. I pulled it out and held the semi-hard rubber in my hands, thinking. I fished out a few other items and carried them in my hand. Then I slung my jacket onto the back of a chair and rolled up my sleeves a little before walking through to the bedroom.
She was lying back on the bed, with cushions and bolsters behind her upper body so she could see me enter. She looked, at first glance, to be relaxed, but it was a studied lie; she was throbbing with anticipation.
I smiled and took my time looking her over as I stood at the foot of the bed. I placed the plug and associated paraphernalia on the bed by her feet but out of her line of vision. I loved the way her full breasts slid slightly to the side, and I was amused by the way she was clearly embarrassed by that movement; she kept her arms close to her body, to give them some support. She was real; it was the sexiest thing. I preferred to know that she was a live human woman, and her flaws - her supposed flaws - were assets.
"Lift your breasts and show me," I said.
She cupped the flesh and raised them up, her nipples hardening at her very own touch.
"They look so kissable," I told her.
She squirmed. She was obviously thinking about them being kissed. Ah, the power of words and suggestion!
I had considered tying her down, but I decided I'd throw her a harder test. "Lie back and spread your arms wide. Up to the sides."
She had the briefest hesitation then obeyed, making herself into a cross on the bed. I climbed onto the bed, kneeling over her - straddling her, really, my legs either side of her thighs. Even through the fabric of my trousers, I could feel the heat of her skin.
"You need to keep your arms like that. Imagine you are tied to the corners of the bed. You cannot touch me, or yourself. Stay like that."
I could see that she wasn't relaxed; she was probably worrying about how she looked. One day I'd take photos and show her that she was magnificent but not yet; I knew, now, she wasn't ready for that. She had to trust me even more than she did already.
I placed my hands on her hips, rubbing my thumbs along the jut of her bones, and stroked downwards along her thighs to her knees.
"Every inch of you is sexy," I told her. "Every inch of you is kissable. Every inch of you makes me hard."
As my hands reached her shins, I shuffled back a little, and bent forward, so that my face came close to her neatly trimmed pubic mound. I stopped just a fraction of an inch away from her clitoris, still hidden from view.
She twitched.
Then I moved forward, kissing up along her belly to her breasts, and slowly, painstakingly slowly, gathered her nipples into my mouth. I kissed them lightly, swapping from one to the other, teasing them and taunting them with my
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