She was hot for him. She wanted to stay. Just for tonight. At least for tonight. So she had to play by his rules. Just like always.
The thought tingled through her entire body, curling in her pussy like a hot tongue and she began to unzip her dress, trembling with nerves and desire.
****
Matt’s cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans. Though he had always hoped that Megan would return to Cherub, he had feared that he would have a long wait. At night, when he had tossed and turned in his bed, he had wondered if she would return a married woman, maybe even with a couple of kids in tow. That had been the worst image. The thought that she would already belong to another man was like pure acid in his gut and he had yearned to call her, to seek her out before she made that type of commitment, to beg her to return to Cherub and to him.
But he had made a promise to himself and to his club that he would let her go. You didn’t hold onto an old lady if she wanted out. The life of a biker’s woman wasn’t easy and she had to come willingly or not at all.
Loyalty was everything.
And then there was the other aspect of their relationship. If Megan wanted him, she had to want him as her Dom too. It was part of who he was. He couldn’t play vanilla in life or love. Not full time anyway. His needs had always run deeper than the missionary position and a fumble in front of Saturday night TV.
He hooked his thumbs in his jean pockets and waited.
Megan was making her decision. And it had to be her decision.
Would she remove her dress?
If she did, it meant that they were stepping back into something far deeper and more passionate than anything he had experienced since she’d left. He’d been with a few other women in the four years since she’d dumped him, sure. He couldn’t walk around with a sack full every day, pretending that he wasn’t a hot-blooded man… and besides, the chicks just threw themselves at him and the guys. He’d have needed to be blind not to be tempted by the tits and ass that offered itself to him on a daily basis. When he’d had Megan in his life and in his bed, he had never given in to temptation. He was loyal. Devoted. He kept his word. Megan had been more than enough for him. But when she told him it was over, when she ripped his heart and his life apart, he saw no point in keeping to himself and he’d even scened with a few of the chicks. But none of them had connected with him like she had. Not one of them had held a candle to her flaming red inferno.
None of them were anything like her. They didn’t fuck like her. They didn’t respond like her. They didn’t make him laugh like she did. And they didn’t even smell right. He wanted her back. With every fiber of his being. Even just for one night. But he hoped that it was for much, much longer.
He roamed his eyes over her body and held his breath as she finished unzipping the dress. It seemed a lifetime since she’d begun and he trembled with the effort of keeping his hands to himself. She held the material over her breasts for a moment and worried her bottom lip in the way that he had always found so cute. She had that quality not many women did. She was both hot and cute at the same time. Megan was the type of woman a man would want to marry, but also the type that made him want to bend her over a chair and tan her backside until he could see his handprints all over her creamy white flesh. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and kiss every inch of her body, yet he also wanted to plunge his cock into her mouth and lace his fingers into her hair so she swallowed every inch of him before drinking his hot cum.
He almost cried out with the need that pulsed through him. Please, Megan. Drop the dress…
She did. A flush spread from her cheeks and across her beautiful chest like a river when the ice is broken.
Megan was as beautiful as he remembered.
No. More beautiful.
And she wasn’t wearing a bra. The corset style top of the dress must have been holding her heavy breasts in place. He gazed at them, large and full with their wide round areolae and erect, ruby nubs. His heart pounded as he followed the spattering of freckles that dusted her chest and collarbones. She had always hated her freckles but he found them endearing.
He looked lower and his cock throbbed. She wore a tiny pair of sheer black panties and black hold-up stockings, whilst balancing on the highest pair of red stiletto heels.
She was the epitome of sexy. Of femininity. Of what he desired in his sub. In his woman.
But she would have to surrender to him if they had any chance of being together again as sub and Dom, even if just for one night.
“Now, Megan. You know what to do next.” His throat was tight, his tongue clumsy in his dry mouth.
She met his eyes. Nodded. She spread her legs so that they were the same distance apart as her hips then she took hold of her bosoms. She struggled to cradle them in her petite hands, as she lifted them, presenting them to him. Gazing at her huge creamy bosoms made him so hard. It conjured images of fucking her from above as his balls slapped against her ass.
“Good…so good, Megan.” So magnificent. She had remembered. Almost. “Now it’s time for your inspection.”
Her face grew redder. Heat filled his body, raging through him like a demonic possession. He was going to enjoy this. A lot.
****
Megan trembled as Matt stared at her body, a hurricane of emotions raging inside. Excitement. Nervousness. And a need, to find out if her memories were correct or if, indeed, as she feared, she had embellished and idealized them.
Matt circled her as she stood holding her bosoms. He was so close that she could smell him and feel his breath on her neck, her shoulders and softly brushing her ears. Her left breast bounced with the thudding of her heart and her pussy tingled with anticipation.
She was already floating on adrenalin, the heady natural high it seemed only Matt could induce in her.
“What’s wrong with this inspection, Megan?” Matt whispered, his breath tickling her nape as he lifted her hair to press a kiss there.
She inhaled sharply.
Really?
“I’m still…wearing my…panties.” She bit her lip.
“Yes.”
“Shall I remove them?”
She shivered as he traced a finger down her spine, resting it in the back of the waistband of her sheer black underwear. The back of his hand seared her flesh as he gently rubbed the finger lower and lower, so that it slipped between the tops of her buttocks. When he turned it around and pressed her anus, she quivered at the intimacy of the gesture.
“I would like that, sub.” He pushed a little harder.
“I want to please you, Master.” She released her breasts and they swung free, then she took hold of her panties and slipped them over her hips and down her legs. As she bent forwards, he pushed the tip of his finger into her rear and she caught hold of her shins in order to balance. He probed her for a moment. Gently. Just inside her tight opening. It was exquisite and it made her long for more. Which Matt knew. Of course he knew. They’d played this game so many times before.
But she also knew that this was just a teaser. He was testing her. Making her ready.
When he pulled out of her butt, she straightened up and stepped out of her panties, then went to remove her heels.
“No.” Matt moved around to face her. “Leave them on. I find them highly erotic.”
Megan bit her lip. She was so hot, she felt like she would blow a gasket. The anticipation was almost unbearable. She took hold of her bosoms and lifted them again. When she parted her legs, she could smell the intoxicating scent of her own arousal. Just being naked before him again, doing his bidding and hoping to please him was exhilarating. How had she forgotten? How had she been able to give this up?
Because it had taken over everything and she had become obsessed with Matt. With their relationship, and wanting to please him. She had become afraid of how it consumed her. And no wonder… Yet each time the fear had reared its unwelcome little head, she had squashed it like an annoying ant. Her feelings for Matt had always won over her doubt
s, until the physical distance of going to college had actually separated her from him.
Her legs trembled. Could she really do this again? What if she couldn’t stop this time and she hurtled along uncontrollably into his bed and his life, losing herself, her identity and her freedom? It could happen. She might be older now, might have seen what life was like outside of Cherub, but could she resist caving in to her vulnerability, her own intense desire and her need to be Matt’s sub?
Her thoughts drifted away like cobwebs on the breeze as Matt stepped closer, so close that he was almost touching her with the front of his body. She could have sworn that sparks ricocheted between them.
Megan stared at the floor, recalling how she was supposed to behave when they played. Her breathing was shallow, her skin prickled with heat. Her longing to be touched blazed through her.
“Megan,” he whispered then gently brushed her lips with his own. She gasped. Leaned towards him but he pulled back. “Do you remember your safe words?”
She nodded.
“Say them, sub.”
She tensed at the command.
“Red means stop right now. Yellow means it’s okay, but to slow down or change what you’re doing before it becomes red. Green means…” She paused. He was hovering his hands over her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard now as if reaching out for his touch.
“What, Megan? What does green mean?” He ran his fingers over her distended buds simultaneously, his brown eyes flashing with mischief.
“Green means…GO… Keep going…” He tweaked her nipples hard. “GO! GO! GO!” She met his gaze, a blush spreading over her chest and scalding her cheeks. Matt had barely touched her and already she was a panting wreck. This desire, this passion, this need was so intense and so frightening. This was why she had run. She had fled from this because it was so overpowering. As uncontrollable as a runaway train.
She could lose herself in Matt.
Stop this now before you do. Now.
She opened her mouth, intending to say Red, to end this before it began, but she was unable to even form the words upon her tongue because Matt began rolling her hard rosy nubs in his mouth in turn, then suckling them with a hunger that met her own. No, she would not end this now. She would allow herself to feel, to remember and to enjoy.
For tonight.
Matt lifted his head. His eyes were full of Megan. She could see herself there, her own reflection distorted in his ebony orbs. She took a step back. Her nips throbbed from his attention and she adjusted her fingers around her breasts. She took a deep breath then spread her trembling legs again. Her clit yearned for his touch now and her pussy throbbed, too empty without the fullness of his penetration.
But he didn’t lower his mouth again. He just stared at her, breathing heavily, his wide chest straining at the front of his t-shirt. It seemed like years before he spoke again.
“Now I am going to continue my inspection, sub.”
Megan nodded. Please do.
“Green, Master.”
He circled her again and she waited. He ran a finger over her buttocks as if testing her surface for dust. She shivered.
“Are you cold?” His voice carried concern.
“No, Master.”
“Good.”
When he stood in front of her again she kept her eyes lowered. The front of his jeans bulged with an impressive erection that she had to fight the urge to touch. Not yet. Only when he allowed it. When he gave the command.
“This is torture, Master.”
“Now, now, Megan. We both know that this is not torture. This is anticipation. This is your inspection. Torture will come…later. Perhaps tomorrow. Or the next day.”
She filled her lungs greedily. Later? Perhaps tomorrow? Or the next day? But that wasn’t going to happen. She wanted just one night. There would be no glorious future filled with Matt’s erotic punishments. Did he want more than one night? Did his desire for her still match her own for him?
She bit her lip. No sense spoiling the moment. She would tell him later that she didn’t intend to stay in Cherub. She couldn’t stay in Cherub. But it could wait.
Matt lifted his hand waist high and she gritted her teeth.
Now …please, now…
He stroked her navel, teasing the shallow hole with a fingertip before brushing the front of her pussy with his knuckles, running their bumps over the outside of her lips then underneath. Each one increased the exquisite pressure in her engorged clit and her legs shook with the effort of holding back.
“Good sub. You’ve been waxed.”
“Yes, Master. I’m glad you’re pleased.” Thankfully she’d had a Brazilian wax just two days ago. She went in for regular waxing, disliking a big red bush. And Matt had always liked her pubes short and neat. He wasn’t a Dom who preferred the completely shaved look, though she knew if he had been she would have done that too.
To please him.
You’re losing your identity already. Fool.
He slipped a finger between her folds and ran it from front to back.
But so good…
“Are you hot, Megan?”
“Yes…” Her voice cracked. She was scorching right now. He ran his big finger up over her clit then down, down, until it found her soaking opening. “Oh, Master!”
“Shall I fuck you with this finger, sub?”
She nodded. “Please, Master. Please…”
He slid it into her depths and she opened her legs wider. He joined it with another finger and used the pad of his thumb to caress her clit.
“Oh, Master, I have missed you.”
“I have missed you too, Megan.”
She stole a glance at his eyes. They were warm, full of desire and longing. She let go of a breast and reached for his face, meaning to touch him. She was desperate to touch him. He pulled his hand from her pussy and stepped back. She almost fell over.
“Oh…”
“What were you doing, Megan?” His facial expression hardened. She had misbehaved and she would pay for it now.
“I just…oh, I just wanted to touch you.”
“That is not presenting yourself for inspection, sub.”
She hung her head. “No. Sorry, Master. I’m sorry.” She had forgotten. She was out of practice. But he was so handsome and she had only meant to touch him, to caress his gorgeous face for a moment. To feel the stubble that shaded his jaw. But it was not part of their agreed act of presentation between Master and sub.
“Let’s try again.”
Oh please.
She assumed the position, locking her knees to still their trembling. Matt waited. She breathed slowly, counting her breaths, trying to calm herself. She had to center. Focus. That was part of being a good sub.
When his touch arrived again between her legs, it was all the sweeter for the interlude. He fucked her with his fingers, using his thumb again to rub her clit. She closed her eyes and lifted her breasts towards him, carried upon a rising wave of lust.
“What do you want, sub?”
She peered at him from under her half-closed lids. What did she want? She wanted him to fuck her harder. To plunge his fingers into her repeatedly until she exploded onto them, four years of pent up longing for this man finally released.
But that would be the wrong answer.
That would earn her nothing but the disappointment of frustration.
“I want…whatever makes you happy, Master.”
“Good.” He increased his movements. “Good sub.”
Megan began to rise higher still on the pleasure wave. Matt knew her body so well. He was like a skilled and experienced musician playing his favorite instrument. With other men, she had often struggled to orgasm. Either their inept touch, or their selfish pursuit of pleasure, had left her wanting, but with Matt it had never been that way.
Matt had always put her first. Every touch, every kiss, every pinch, every smack…all of it, he did with her in mind. He only allowed himself to take his own pleasure when he had f
ully satisfied her. And sometimes he didn’t come at all. He had a powerful need to be in control at all times. And it made her feel so safe, so wanted, and so warm.
“Master!” Megan gasped as her pussy contracted around his fingers and she neared her peak. Stood in the hallway of his beautiful, new home. In nothing but her heels. After four years of separation. She was a slut. Fucking his hand. And it was so good.
“Do you want to come, sub?”
“Yes…I mean…if you want me to.” She shuddered with the effort of trying to hold her climax at bay.
He stopped moving but kept his large fingers inside her. She pulsed around them, her juices soaking them even though she had not fully peaked.
“Well, I want you to come…but not yet.”
Megan swallowed a sigh as he removed his fingers then stepped away from her. He lifted his hand to the fading evening light that shone through the glass panels in the front door.
“Your sweet cunt cream, Megan.”
She stared at him. Dark. Gorgeous. Dangerous. Deadly. Amazing. Erotic.
Everything.
He opened his mouth and sucked his fingers noisily, hungrily.
“I love your flavor, sub. You’re delicious and I can’t wait to eat you out and drink your juices as you come all over my face.”
Megan flushed with delight. He always spoke so bluntly about sex but she loved it. There was no awkwardness. No shyness. He knew what he wanted and he took it. Within her limits. Which were quite wide. With Matt anyhow. He knew how to push her boundaries, how to get her to open up to the possibilities for pleasure. Without the hindrance of guilt or inhibitions.
He is like no other man. And he was mine.
She lowered her breasts, battling her urge to give her nipples a quick squeeze. She knew that if she did, it would just move her closer to the orgasm that hovered in her pussy, aching to be released. She wanted to come. But she knew if she held on, Matt would make it worth the wait.
Just like waiting four years to see him again was turning out to be worth waiting for.
“Now, sub, would you like to see the rest of the house?”
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