by Skye Reed
"Okay, Sir, I will," she whispered and he pulled on his racing gloves. He climbed up behind her on the bed, attached the two leather restraints around her pretty wrists after planting a kiss against her skin, feeling with his warm lips her continued racing pulse. He then pulled her hips upwards so she was on her knees over the stacked pillows and then just grabbed her bottom with both of his hands, kneading her flesh beneath his large gloved hands. He bent over her and softly kissed the curve of her spine before sitting back on his knees. The first smack hit her left cheek impacted much harder than she was expecting so she bit down on her dark strawberry stained lip only to sink her teeth deeper when his hand hit her right even harder leaving an impression of his open hand on her butt. He kissed her ass, running his tongue over the outline of his imprint, making her moan with pleasure before again before he smacked her rougher on the left followed by the right. Softly she pointed her dark red painted toes, digging them into the mattress when she sunk back down onto the pillows and then turned her head so she could sink her face into the pillow to bite on the silk cover when the last set impacted followed by his tongue against her skin. It was sensation overload, making too many neurons fire but then he leaned over her and whispered against her ear, "Behave better and concentrate when I tell you. But, my sweet little one, you're trying very nicely to please me."
He unclasped her wrists and helped her turn over but took the pillows from beneath her now much heated ass before he re-clasped her wrists again above her head. Balancing his weight on his elbows, he kissed her passionately, dueling his tongue with hers before he eased off the bed. Daniel looked down into her wide, nearly purple eyes and whispered, "Do you trust me, Abigail, completely trust me?"
She nodded her head before saying softly, looking up into his intense gaze, "I wouldn't have come here if I didn't, Daniel."
"Good," he whispered before he lowered a blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. She could hear him rummaging through a chest at the end of the bed but didn't know what he was choosing for their continued play session. First, she felt his breath against her collarbone as he kissed on her shoulder and then whispered against her skin, "Relax, Abigail, and just feel. Don't think too much or fear me at all because I care for you."
He watched as she relaxed against the silk sheets and lulled her head against the pillow while her dark strawberry stained lips parted and she visibly sighed softly when he kissed the column of her neck, running his tongue and teeth against her tingling skin. His mouth found hers for a protracted moment, kissing her deeply, drinking in her response before his thumb and forefinger pinched and twisted her nipples simultaneously until she gasped and then moaned in protest. Next she felt the bite of the clamp against her left nipple followed by the right with the attached chain landing in the valley between.
She breathed deep and slow trying to control the pinch caused by those clamps now straining mercilessly as his gloved hands traveled down the sides of her body causing even more tingles and goosebumps against her heated skin. She could feel the bed give way to his weight as he climbed back up at the end. He traced the inside of both sides of her thighs as he opened them as wide as he could. Then he threw both her legs over his shoulders as he laid between her legs, tracing just the tip of his tongue from just above her knee north. The silky feel of his tongue against her skin made her moan and arch her back until he stopped just short of reaching the apex, turned and sucked savagely on her inner thigh until a deep purple mark formed under his persistent mouth. After he formed the mark, he turned and blew softly against her labia and clitoris before spreading the lips apart with his fingers. With her clitoris, clearly exposed, she expected him to use that silky tongue again as she tried to stay still waiting for his sensual play against her most intimate area but she was wrong. Roughly, his gloved palm hit against her ultra-sensitive, now throbbing center and she bucked in surprise due to the intense sting. He held her still to prevent further movement and warned darkly, "Stop squirming, Abigail, or I'll tie your legs down too."
"Okay," she managed breathlessly and he smacked her inner thigh more fiercely than she expected so she bit down on her lip until she could catch her breath as tears started to form under the blindfold. She blinked away her tears under the blackness of the blindfold before she said hoarsely, unable to hold back her sob, "Sir, sorry Sir."
He blew against her wetness again and said, much softer, but still in that deep, dark stern tone, "Just feel, Abigail, don't fight. Just feel."
She tried to relax her body but he penetrated her wetness with two perfectly curved ungloved fingers and started to rapidly thrust, making her body tremble as this coiling need started to build. Slowly that ache, that spiraling warmth spread from inside her like fingers, tightening and then when she knew she was going to lose her battle against the building sensation, he made it more impossible when that silky tongue did start to intensely swirl against her throbbing clitoris. In perfect syncopation with his tongue, his fingers pushed against an aching spot inside her.
"Please, Sir, oh God, please Daniel," she finally begged when her legs began to tremble as she realized she couldn't hold back the tidal wave of need to let go much longer grew tighter and more urgent inside of her.
He opened his eyes to see her bowing off the bed with her chest and hips thrusting up towards him while breathing hasty and ragged before he stopped and said simply, "Not yet, Abigail."
He leaned over her with his palm against that throbbing clitoris and pulled the chain with his teeth causing her to open her mouth wide to moan in protest before he began to repeatedly smack his palm against her now beyond sensitive clitoris.
Tears rolled down her face as he pulled on the chain and continued to smack just his palm against her. She shook her head back and forth as her hands curled and uncurled above her head, pulling her wrists toward her head causing their chain to squeak in protest.
When he saw the river of dark brown mascara down her cheeks, he wiped it away after he stopped his passionate attack on her senses. Softly he kissed her lips until she was kissing him back with wanton abandon, making him realize her need to give herself to him despite the delicious pain. He softly nuzzled her neck and then whispered, hotly against her ear, "Perfect, Abigail, just surrender. Almost time for dizzy pleasure."
He unscrewed the clamps causing the blood to rush back into her now un-pinched nipples, making her arch her back and pull against the restraints as it burned directly from her nipples toward her throbbing clitoris and dripping center. He licked with his warm tongue in soft circles against her throbbing nipples before nibbling and scraping his teeth down her shaking body. After again positioning himself between her legs, he started his silky tongue in slow deliberate circles against her clitoris and began to slowly thrust those thick fingers inside of her. Quickly, she was begging again.
"Now," he growled before he went back to work on her.
Digging her nails into her palms, her legs shaking violently around his shoulders, she went rigid before it exploded inside of her as she moaned loudly, "Oh God, Daniel."
"Mmmmmm..." he moaned against her as a series of strong contractions hugged his fingers while he lapped up the evidence of her climax with his tongue. As aftershocks made her clitoris painful, she tried to wiggle away from his insistent tongue but he held her firm, lifted his head briefly and ordered, "Don't move, Abigail. I'm not nearly done."
The pain morphed into a serious burn that changed into an intense tingle as his tongue continued to swirl while his fingers now hit a deeper, new but more sensitive spot inside of her. He sucked hard on her clitoris, scraped his fingers against her spongy G-spot causing an intense need to let go inside of her.
"Fuck," she screamed out and he just ordered back, "Now Abigail, give it me."
His palm smacked her clitoris as he sped up his thrusts against her G-spot and soon she was letting go in a stream over his fingers and palm but again, he didn't stop until he made her do the same thing three more times. With her bod
y a shaky, trembling mass of nerves, he unbuckled her restraints, flipped her onto her hands and knees before gently winding his fingers into her hair, pulling back fiercely so she had to crane her neck.
"You're mine, now," he growled, smacked her ass with his bare palm before he thrust inside her with his erection. She didn't know he had lost his boxers until she felt him fill her up from behind with his cock making her scream out in pleasure.
Using her hair as leverage with one hand and on her hip with the other, he began a punishing, brutal rhythm. She pushed back thrust for thrust as he hissed between his clenched teeth, "So fucking wet and damn perfect."
He let go of her hip to hit her ass a couple of times as he drove into her repeatedly. She looked over her naked shoulder and begged, "Please, Sir."
Feeling her legs begin to tremble again, the increasing warmth inside of her, and the sound of longing in her voice made him realize she was close as him. Feeling that ache deep inside his balls, he tugged hard on her hair, smacked her ass, and growled, "Yes."
As soon as her contractions squeezed him, he stilled, let go of her hair, held tight to her hips, thrust once more and then growled, shooting his climax inside of her, "Abigail, yes."
Softly as he pulled from her trembling body, he leaned over and kissed the delicate curve of her back as he said gently, "Thank you, Abigail, you're such a beautiful little slut, already becoming mine."
He laid her down, with her head resting against the side of his chest as he softly drew figure 8s from one shoulder to the next. After kissing her sweaty forehead and pulling off her blindfold, he whispered against her heated skin, "Pretty amazing, my sweet, for our first time together."
She looked up into his soft gaze and said, "Yes, it was, Sir. I'm still tingling all over. Thank you for such an amazing time."
He traced his knuckle down the side of her face and whispered, "I'm looking forward to when I'm more than your Sir but your Master but we have time, much time to play and learn about each other. You're special to me and I enjoyed you online but in person...well, you're even better."
"As are you, Daniel," she whispered before he softly kissed her and held her close until they fell asleep tangled together on his bed. Lucky for them, it was Friday night and they had all weekend to up the ante on their play.
Afternoon with Friends
We finally had a whole day off together and I had grand plans of a day wrapped around each other in bed, a tangle of sheets, bodies pressed up against each other, ignoring the rest of the world. So when you inform me that some of the guys are coming round for an afternoon in front of the TV I'm fuming. Not only does this mean I will be having to cook for everyone, but my hopes of a day of lazing, talking and fucking go out the window.
Deciding that I am not going down without a fight, I make a show of getting dressed in front of you. From a bag sitting in the corner since a recent shopping trip I pull out a bundle of silk and lace. I had seen your eyes scan over the bra and panties set on the mannequin a few weeks prior, and so had snuck back to pick out the same set for myself as soon as I could. I notice the moment you spy what is in my hand when your eyes widen just briefly. Dropping the towel I had wrapped around my body after a shower, I stood in front of you entirely naked. I let my hands drop to my sides so you can inspect me fully, watching as your eyes track up my legs, around my hips, pausing at the shadowed V between my legs, before moving up over my stomach, from one breast to the other, till further still, you can just make out the fading finger shaped bruises you had left around my neck.
I spy a familiar hungry glint in your eyes, and you take a step towards me. I mirror your move with a step backwards. The space maintained between us, I slowly but deliberately unfold the lace panties in my hands, slipping one leg, then the other, into the respective holes, before teasingly shimmying them up until they sat low on my hips. I turned my back to you, so you could see how the french cut lace hugged the curve of my ass. Picking up the bra next I wrap it around my body, letting you watch as I confine my breasts within the silk cups, running my fingers along the edge of the shape where it curves across my tits. I cover my lingerie with a black jeans, and a denim shirt, that no matter how I wear it always manages to stretch taut across my chest, giving you flashes of my breasts as I move about.
The morning passes quickly, a trip to the supermarket so I can prepare food for your guests, and a sweep of the flat, removing the evidence of last night's take away, and rediscovering a bra of mine behind a sofa cushion - though the memory of how that got there brings a smile to my face. Before I know it there is a knock at the door, and over the next half an hour the flat fills with the noise of your friends who make their homes quickly on the sofa. The next few hours are spent flicking from sports on the TV to sports on the games console.
A few hours go past but finally I get bored of my self imposed exile to the bed and decide to join the rest of you. I come out, taking up the spot on the sofa next to you, curling my legs up underneath me, leaning up against you. Your hand automatically comes to rest on my thigh, taking a possessive grip on my jeans clad leg, giving it a gentle squeeze, before turning your attention back to the TV related conversation. I don't appreciate being ignored and after a while reach up and gently pull the top of my shirt wider apart, jostling your arm as I do to be sure you've noticed.
I watch as your eyes flash down for a second, and I know it will have been enough to notice what I'm doing. I settle back against your side again, but I know that every time you glance over you are able to look straight down my shirt to my silk covered breasts.
After a while your hand reaches up slowly, fingers making quick work of my top button. I shoot you a glance from the corner of my eye, but the way the fabric falls closed again naturally means I don't bother stopping you. When you notice that your actions haven't exposed me at all, however, you reach up again, hooking a finger into my shirt and pulling the opening apart. The closeness of the buttons means that whilst nearly my whole cleavage is on show, my bra remains hidden. I see your brow furrow as your efforts fail to come to fruition.
A few minutes pass before you reach your hand up again and undo the next button, not wasting any time in pulling the fabric apart this round. My bra is now very much on show to anyone that dared look over and I feel myself bring my hand up instinctively to cover my modesty. You lean to the side, bringing your mouth close to my ear.
"I thought you wanted to tease me with this. Can't tease me if I can't see it now, can you?" you whisper. This time I shoot daggers at you, annoyed that you have once again figured a way to gain the upper hand in a game I had started. Then all of a sudden you pull back, and in a voice loud enough for everyone in the room to hear you say, "Thanks for making us lunch babe."
A chorus of 'yeahs,' and 'thanks' echo from the guys. I jump as the attention of the room shifts to me, with one friend looking over directly at us. His eyes widen as he sees my wide open top. I race to pull it closed, my hands clenched tightly across my chest. You laugh lightly at my embarrassment, as your friend continues to stare.
"What?" you ask innocently. "I thought you wanted to show it off."
"Eurgh!" I respond, batting your arm out of the way as I attempt to leap off the sofa. Like lightening your arm shoots out, curling around my waist and pulling me back into you. I struggle slightly, trying to keep my shirt held closed and escape you tight grip.
"Come on," you say, nuzzling into my neck. "I'm sure they want to see too." You direct your gaze to your friends, who had all turned the attention to us.
"Stop it." I whine. "Let me up."
"Only if you promise to show them. Hmm, show them what you're hiding under all those clothes."
"Yeah, fat chance." I scoff. "I'm serious. Let me up."
Whilst you don't remove your hands from me, you slacken your grip just enough that I can stand. I can feel all the eyes of the room on me as I take my first step away from the sofa. Before I have a chance to move, however, you are standing too. And in one movement
grab my shirt and rip it open and down off my shoulders.
I scream and try to step back, but your reactions are quicker than mine and you move in sync with my escape attempts, yanking the offending item down my arms, throwing it casually to the floor. All of a sudden I am there, stood, topless save for a barely there bra, in front of you and three of your friends. My arms race up to cover myself, as goosebumps speed across my skin. You are stood directly in front of me, invading my personal space in the most intrusive way. Your hands reach up and grab my wrists. We wrestle slightly as you force my hands down to my sides.
"Stand still." You growl. My eyes dart side to side, seeking an escape, scanning your friends lounging on the sofa, then to your eyes. They are dark and lustfull and powerful, and I feel a familiar tremble of anticipation course through my body. You take a step back, pausing to make sure I don't move. Though you can see my whole body shaking, you can see that I am not making any attempt to move. You let yourself fall back into the sofa, legs falling open in a casual pose.
"Jeans." You say simply.
"Wha-?!" I begin to protest.
"Jeans." You say again. Your tone ice cold. With shaking hands I reach up to the button and zip, undoing both, before slowly pushing the denim down over my hips, sashaying them slightly to help the tight material fall.
