by Kenzie Haven
Facing the floor, I could only see Michael’s bare legs as they approached me. I longed to look up but wouldn’t be permitted to until my master gave me permission. There were rules in this room and failure to obey would result in delicious punishment.
“Good girl.” His hand rested on my head. “Go lay on the bed.”
I stood and hurried to the large bed. I followed his order and awaited my next one. Michael took something from the wooden chest of drawers and approached me. He was already naked. This generous cock swung between his legs as it started to harden. Whatever was on his mind was as dirty as could be.
He held up the black leather whip in his hands and flicked it through the air. “When this is used correctly, it doesn’t hurt. Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Remember to use it if it gets too difficult. However, I urge you to give the whip a chance before you make up your mind.”
“Yes, sir.”
He pulled me down the bed so my legs hung over the edge. He had better access to me now as he stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at me. As I stared up at him, he was so powerful and in control. I absolutely loved that about him.
Very gently, he trailed the tendrils of the whip over my belly. I shivered with the tickling sensation. I didn’t feel like laughing, instead it made my pussy pound with want. It was as if he was caressing my body with a dozen hands.
All of a sudden, Michael flicked the whip. My skin stung and then warmed. The pain had some bite to it at first but then quickly dissolved. My pussy flushed with juices at the pleasure of it. If my libido was anything to go from, we’d just found my newest favorite toy.
“You like that, baby?”
I nodded.
“Good. I wouldn’t want you to be a bad girl. Not when it’s so much fun playing together.”
He brought the whip down over my pussy. I jumped from surprise and gasped when I realized how good it felt. It was a brand new sensation and one that left me wanting more.
Michael trailed the whip all over my body then. He flicked the tendrils onto my boobs and made my nipples so hard I thought they might fracture. He tapped the whip progressively harder as we continued but it never got so bad that I even thought about using my safe word.
When he placed the whip on the bedside table, I was disappointed. “More of that later. If you continue to be a good girl.”
He kneeled down between my legs and pulled me closer against him. My disappointment immediately disappeared when his mouth covered over my clit. It was a little more sensitive than it normally was and his mouth felt amazing as he licked at my clit, making it all better.
He sucked on me while I struggled to stay still. I wanted to bunch my fingers in his hair but I wasn’t allowed to without his permission. This was his domain, not mine. A good submissive remembered that.
I stole a glance down my body. Michael’s eyes were closed while his mouth worked my pussy. His face was relaxed and serene as he nibbled on my clit, sending starbursts shooting in all directions. I bit down hard on my lip so that I remained quiet.
He looked up and our gazes locked together. His lips quirked into a smile but his tongue never stopped his relentless teasing. We continued staring at each other while his teeth tugged at my clit.
The orgasm took me away quickly as it ran through my body. Michael had done it on purpose while I was watching. He’d wanted to see the look of surprise on my face while the pleasure barreled through me.
My head lolled back as I stared up at the ceiling. I’d never noticed the mirror up there. As I saw myself on the bed, my attention instantly went to Michael. All I could see was the top of his head as he kissed my clit. To have this amazing man treating me to such wonders was fucking fantastic. He was literally on his knees for me, treating me like a queen. It was showing me who had the real power here, and it wasn’t the dom.
My toes curled in the carpet as the orgasm continued to flow around me. Every part of me felt serene and tingly. My pussy was wet from my juices and Michael’s saliva. I felt completely free in the moment. There wasn’t a part of my soul that wasn’t singing with joy.
Michael kissed up my belly until he was sitting on the bed with me. His cock stood up, solid and leaking precum from the head. “You taste like honey. Tell me what I taste like.”
“Yes, sir.”
I sat up and clasped my hands around his cock. He hissed out a breath as I leaned down and flicked my tongue over his cock. I licked my lips. “You taste like salty caramel,” I said.
“Make me come, baby. Use your hands.”
I shifted so his cock was just the only thing between us. Using both my hands, I glided my grip up and down his shaft. I alternated between fast strokes and slower caresses, never letting up on the pressure.
He leaned in and placed his hands around my waist. He was barely keeping himself together as he enjoyed what I could do to him. I watched carefully, noticing how he hardened in my hands when I went faster and pumped him quickly. I focused intently so I knew what to do when I wanted to bring him to completion.
“Ah, that’s good, baby. Keep going. You’re making me feel great.”
My hands held on tighter as I pumped from the head of his cock to his balls. I shifted one hand to his balls and started massaging them. That’s when Michael really started to come undone.
His hold on my waist tightened as he closed his eyes and let himself just feel. It was time to bring him just as much joy as he had given me. I rolled his balls between my fingers and pumped his rock-hard cock with my other hand. I did it quickly and tightly, making sure the head got extra attention.
“Shit!” Michael gasped as his cock erupted with white cum shooting out from the tip. It spilled over my fingers as I stopping moving. His juice went everywhere as he rode out the orgasm.
When he opened his eyes, it was with reverie. I knew how he felt. It was truly the ultimate act of intimacy to bring this much absolute bliss to one another.
We collapsed onto the bed together, our chests heaving as we fought to calm down. Michael pulled me into his arms as we shared a passionate kiss.
I could taste myself on his mouth and wondered if he was thinking the same about me. My pussy got excited again when I remembered how his tongue had stroked along my clit. The man gave head like nobody else was capable of.
“When I built this room, I was thinking about you,” Michael confessed.
I glanced up at the ceiling, seeing our naked bodies entwined in the mirror. We looked like a beautiful renaissance painting.
“I never thought you would see me as anything other than a little kid,” I replied. It was difficult saying it out loud when I still worried about it.
“At first, yes. But when you turned eighteen and graduated high school, something happened to you. Suddenly you flourished into this magnificently sexy woman. That’s when I couldn’t get you out of my head and desperately wanted you in my bed. That’s when I knew I was in trouble.”
“You waited two years for this?”
“I would have waited more.” His fingers traced circles on my arm and send goosebumps shivering in all directions. I wished his fingers were on my clit again.
In this room, Michael could be very harsh and controlling. It was unlike him to speak so openly and personally like this in here. It was a nice contrast. The man had so many layers, and I wondered if I would ever be able to see them all.
“What are we going to do about my dad?” I asked. He was the last person I wanted to talk about here, especially while we were naked. But there was no getting around the topic; it played on my mind.
“We’ll tell him eventually. When the time is right. For now, we continue to keep our secret.”
I nodded my agreement. I didn’t want anything coming between me and this man. If I lost him now, my body and soul would shatter. I could live for the sex sessions we shared in this room.
“Did you enjoy the whip?” Michael asked. I was glad to be c
hanging topics again.
“Yes, I did.” There were still a few pink marks on my body from the whip’s tendrils. They would fade soon. Until then, they just reminded me of the wonderful sensations I’d felt.
“There are plenty more toys to show you. I’m tired of you having you sneak around in your parents’ home. I know you can’t move in here so how about I get you an apartment close by?”
The sudden offer was enough to surprise me. “I can’t afford to pay rent at the moment. My studies are taking up all my time.”
“I’m not asking you to pay rent. The apartment will be yours until we can make alternative arrangements. It will be much more convenient for both of us.”
I searched his face to make sure he was being completely honest with me. While I hated the thought of accepting this generous offer from anyone, I knew it was what Michael wanted. There were no strings attached. He wouldn’t expect anything in return.
“You’re sure?” I asked.
“Of course I am. I will look after you for as long as it takes before we can go public.”
I showed him my appreciation for the next hour. By the time we got out of bed, I was exhausted but buzzing with happiness. I got the feeling Michael could give me hundreds of orgasms in a row if we had enough time.
I had an early study group in the morning so I crawled out of bed reluctantly to go home. Michael followed me downstairs, tapping my bottom with every step. “If you don’t stop that, I’m not going to be able to leave,” I warned. He was getting me excited again but I had to go.
“I’m sorry. Your ass is so adorable. I can’t help it.”
“I could say the same about your cock.”
“It’s all yours, baby. Ride it whenever you want. I am always grateful to be buried inside your tight sexy cunt.” He whispered the words and set my body on fire.
We reached the door and shared a lingering kiss before he opened it. Before I knew it, he was pushing me out of the way and behind the door.
A moment later, I understood why. “What are doing here, old man?” He spoke to someone beyond the stoop with a smile plastered on his face.
“I accidently took some keys from the yacht today and thought you might need them. They were caught up with mine so I didn’t realize until I got home,” my father said. My blood ran cold for a moment at the thought of being caught in Michael’s mansion. I had no valid reason for being there.
I tiptoed out of the foyer and hid in the powder room. I waited there until Michael came to my rescue and freed me. “That was close,” he said, sighing.
“Too close,” I agreed.
One day we were going to get caught.
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First off, I'd like to thank you for reading! I truly hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to hearing any feedback you have on it by way of review, email, or on my website.
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Kenzie’s been writing fiction for years but this is the first time she's shown her naughty side in it. Be prepared to be seduced by some of the sexiest characters imaginable in each of her stories!
There are three things you need to know about Kenzie:
Her favorite color is purple.
She believes in unicorns.
She writes steamy fiction that makes your heart race.
