He was being a naughty little bitch and he knew it. I certainly knew it; I have a cure for naughty toys. One evening, not a play evening, just an evening, I handed him a piece of paper that said go to the bathroom. He has privacy issues so this was puzzling to him but he went and like a naughty little bitch, he locked the door. A crappy interior door lock is short work for a thin screwdriver (I keep one on a hook in the hall - it’s a sadist thing). As I said it was a regular night so I was in my ratty jeans and a sweater. He was sitting there in the side of the tub looking surprised and a little pissed off. He almost got the word ‘what’ out before I crossed the room and smacked him. It wasn’t too hard, just enough to get his attention.
“You’ve been naughty,“ I said sternly.
I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He made that sound I fucking love, it isn’t as good as the jingle of a collar but it certainly gets me wet. His eyes closed and his lips parted slightly. I leaned over him and licked his lips. His mouth opened wider and the tip of his tongue darted out to touch mine. I allowed him to draw me into a kiss, softly at first but then I pulled his hair again, pulling him away from my lips. I put my hand on his shoulder pushing him down onto his knees. He had to spread his legs wide apart to squeeze between the tub and my body but he managed. He was beginning to breath harder and his hands automatically went behind his back. Naughty, yes, but well trained. I could have left the room and he would have stayed that way all night, he learned that lesson when we went over rule #16 - a little bitch’s comfort is of no concern, any position he cannot maintain on his own he will be bound into. He thought it would be fun and it was, for me, but he did learn the benefits of patients. Looking down at my sweet little bitch when he is being good always makes me feel a little more girlie than I like and often as not I use that as an excuse to be as I put it - a VERY sadistic piece of shit.
I stepped back from him, letting his hair go. I stood there just looking at him, making him wait. I put my hand back on his shoulder and pushed him towards the floor. He got the picture and bent forward. I put one booted foot against his neck and pushed him hard until he was inches above my other boot. These were a pair of my casual boots not my never leave the bedroom come fuck my boots. These were dusty and worn.
“Lick it,” I told him.
I felt him stiffen and pull back a little. I pressed harder, he winced and moved back down. The moment of hesitation when he warred with himself was sublime, but as so many times before he gave himself over to me and began to lick the top of my boot. It didn’t take long before he was doing it with real enthusiasm. He didn’t even seem to noticed I’d taken my foot off his neck. Looking at him on all fours watching him draw back and look to see if it was all clean, then, all on his own lean back down and continue cleaning was sheer joy for me.
“Enough,” I whispered to him.
He leaned back onto his knees those well trained hands behind his back. He looked up to see if I was pleased. My hand connected hard across his cheek. His head turned as my handprint bloomed on his face. His eyes were shut tight. His breath caught. I grabbed his chin in my hand, pulling his goatee and straightened him back up. I let him go and waited, one, a slow count, two, watching him. I touched his neck. Very gently with both my hands more brushing my fingertips against his throat. Down to the collar of his shirt, I began to unbutton the top button, fingers moving to the next, so very slowly. He held his breath. I took my time. I watched him. Watched his expression relax. Watched him settle back into his place as my favorite toy. But right now, he had been naughty - I ripped his shirt open. I heard one of the buttons hit the wall. I pulled his shirt down over his arms, not taking it off, using it the way I would a length of rope. I grabbed his hair and pulled, very hard, leaning him back. With my free hand I began to rub and pinch his nipples, very softly at first but getting harder each time I moved from one to the other. He hissed and sighed. His face an ever changing mask of pleasure and pain. I looked at his jeans, there was the barest hint of a wet spot forming.
“Get up,” I said as I pulled up on his hair. He scrambled a little from his awkward position. So there my beautiful little bitch stood, a whole foot taller than myself yet utterly mine. I let him go. “Undress me,” I said to him.
He turned to me, shrugging his arms out of his shirt and pulled my sweater over my head, much to his surprise I was wearing my red satin corset. I enjoy a corset or cincher just to wear but even when it isn’t red it is like waving a flag at a bull for my little bitch and I could see his eyes fill with lust. He moved quickly to the button on my jeans and was sliding them down my legs as fast as he could. He stopped when he was eye level with my harness. I had put on my strap-on harness before I got dressed; I also stashed a little something in the top drawer before I wrote him that note.
“Finish,” I told him. My voice seemed to pull him back to the moment as he quickly unlaced my boots, kissing the top of each as he took them off me, next the jeans came off. “Now you,” I said as my hands began to unbutton and unzip his pants.
The spot of pre-cum was certainly bigger when I pulled his jeans down. I love to look at the pink panties he wears for me; there is something so arousing about a rock hard cock straining against wet lace that really does it for me. These panties were certainly pink and wet. It took every ounce of will power I had not to lick that wet spot, instead I stood up, grabbed his tool and squeezed.
“Get those pants off,” I ordered.
He kicked off his shoes and shed his pants careful that he didn’t move too much and get hurt. I lead him by his cock over to the counter. I pushed him against the sink. Pressed my body against his, pressed his hard cock into the counter. He drew a sharp breath through clenched teeth. I pressed harder, his head rolled back as he reached behind his back and put his hands on my hips. He pulled me closer, I could tell it hurt him terribly. I was so proud. He ground me against him. I began to run my hands up and down his back, dipping lower now and then to feel the smoothness of his panties over that beautiful ass. I ran my hands up his sides and reached around to caress his nipples. He sighed and shifted. He had had just about all he could take. Too bad, I was enjoying myself, I only wished I had remembered to put the clover clamps in the cabinet along with my dildo.
I reached for his neck and stroked the side of his face with my right hand. I ran my finger across his lips, pushing my middle finger past them. He opened his mouth to accept my finger, sucking on it gently. I pushed it further in and began to stroke his tongue.
“That’s what I’m going to do to that tight little ass of yours,” I whispered as I pushed the whole length of my finger into his mouth.
His tongue began to dance as I petted and fondled it. With my left hand I pushed his undies down until they were bunched just under his ass cheeks. He was still holding me very closely. I pushed away from him, allowing him to move away from the counter a little. I removed my finger from his mouth.
“Spread,” I commanded.
He parted his legs a little more, placing one hand on each cheek. He pulled them apart a little, I could see him blush in the mirror.
“More,” I said as I trailed my wet finger down his spine.
I toyed with his ass hole touching it lightly, tracing along the edge, then running my finger down between his legs. I cupped his balls and squeezed him lightly. I reached around and pumped his cock a few times. One hand on his hard on the other teasing his ass, he began to push out towards my finger ever time it tickled near his tight hole.
“Eager, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he sighed.
I dropped to my knees. I knew my finger wasn’t nearly wet enough to open him up without really hurting him. I had a tube of lube but why waste a chance to tease him a little more. I exhaled against his spread ass. I watched him tighten. Inching closer I kissed each finger of each hand before I allowed my lips to trail to soft skin of his ass. Tiny butterfly kisses, every now and then a sharp nip. I licked and kissed each bite, relishing the hiss he made each time he felt my teeth. When I circled closer to his sweet little love knot I bit the inside of his cheek very close to it. It is the one place I’ll risk leaving a mark. That is one of the few things he asked of me, that I leave no marks that might show. I bit hard waiting to see what angry color my teeth marks would turn. I was pleased to see the deep reddish purple that is the sure sign of a bruise yet to come. I licked him, a full wide tongue from the back of his neatly shaven balls all the way to his tailbone. He sighed, I love it when he does that, and he spread himself wider for me. I didn’t make him wait; I was as hungry for it as he was. It felt like months since I had had that particular pleasure. With a soft tongue I lightly traced the ridges gently and slowly. I circled a few times letting my tongue become more insistent each time I went around. He was very quiet as he always is when I do this. He has a bad habit of holding his breath at such times. A sharp nip and he was sighing and moaning very quietly. I probed further, fluttering my tongue against him just before I slipped past his tight entrance. I wiggled inside him and he gasped. Such sweet noises he made while I enjoyed his tightness loosening for me. I brought my hand up and replaced my tongue with my finger. I slipped in very slowly, he was relaxed and it went in easily enough. He pushed back as I slipped in. I curled my finger down and started to rub in small very light circles. He moaned despite himself. I alternated circling and moving in and out of him. I heard a tiny whisper, it wasn’t really loud enough to hear, I knew what he said but I really wanted to hear him say it again.
“What was that my little bitch?” I ask sweetly.
“More, please, Mistress.”
As tempting as it was to make him beg properly I felt indulgent. I slid a second finger in on the next stroke. I gave him a moment to adjust to it before I continued my alternate movements, except this time, I spread my fingers apart a little each time I moved out of his depths. I was surprised when once more I heard that faint whisper, “Please more, Mistress.”
I was even more surprised that he could take three with just the wetness from my tongue. Take them he did and in quiet the excited manner. He was really moving now, hips pumping, sweating ever so slightly, breath ragged, cock so very hard and dripping pre-cum. I could have gone for the fist but I really just wanted to fuck him at that point. I withdrew my fingers from him and he leaned hard on the counter, looking at me over his shoulder a growl of frustration escaping his throat. I reached beside him and opened the drawer under the counter. I was looking at him more than what I was doing, his eyes widened when he saw the big purple cock lying in the drawer next to the tube of lube.
“Well,” I said to him.
He reached slowly inside and removed the dildo. He turned to me and sank to his knees. I had already put the ring on it so all that needed to be done was the ring snapped in place on the front of my harness. He leaned in very close, closer than what he needed to in order to affix the dildo. His lips were inches from my crotch-less leather harness.
“Mistress,” he whispered, “you smell so good, may I taste, please?”
He seemed in full on appeasement mode. I stood with my legs a little further apart thrust my hips forward. I placed my hand in his hair and pulled his face closer to me. He eagerly opened his mouth and his tongue darted out, lightly brushing my wet sex. He lapped at my juices before he settled around my swollen clit. He sucked her gently into his mouth, his tongue flicking her softly. I closed my eyes sighing as he brought me closer to release. I stoked his hair and face as he ate me. I felt his hand slid up my leg his fingers probing my dripping slit. Slowly he slipped two fingers into my velvety softness. I rocked against his mouth and hand. I could feel my wetness spreading down my thighs as I clinched tighter on his insistent digits. I leaned my head to the side, biting my lower lip, my orgasm ripping through me, pulling cries from my body. I called out to the heavens. In my haze I felt his other hand on my ass pulling me harder against his face. I could feel his tongue licking me over and over as he sought out every drop of my sweetness. His fingers withdrew from me and I shuttered, only seconds later they were replaced by his skillful tongue, seeking more of me to taste. He slowed his pace, not stopping, allowing me to ride out my climax the way I like to. He sat back tilting his head back, careful not to look up at me. With that boyish grin he made a show of licking his lips.
“Get me ready,” I growled, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Expertly he fed the straps through the ring and soon I was looking down at my 8 inches of cock, he was running his wet fingers over it.
“Suck my cock,” I told him.
He closed his eyes as he guided my phallus into his mouth. He took as much in as he could eagerly moving back and forth, still working the length with his hand. I pushing his head down a little further than was comfortable and his eyes snapped open. It was more surprise than discomfort but it spurred him on to suck me harder and faster. I began to pump my hips in time to his movements and he began to moan around my cock. I pulled back, removing myself from him.
“Stand up, get against the counter,” I commanded.
In a flash he was standing with his legs spread wide to lower himself to my level. I reached into the drawer, extracting the lubricant. I squeezed a fair amount into my hand and lubed my tool. While I stroked my slick hardness he watched me in the mirror. He was holding his breath again when I plopped a big drop of the lube on his crack. He immediately reached back and spread for me. I used the head to move the lube up and down between his cheeks. When I was sure he was ready I reached for his collar, only to remember when I encountered bare flesh that he wasn’t wearing it. I settled for a hand on his shoulder while I slowly pushed into him. He grunted a little as I slid further in, stopping to allow him time to adjust. Inch by glorious inch I took him, filling his ass, until our bodies were pressed tightly together. I kissed the middle of his back and he moaned so very softly. I began to pull out of him until only the head was still inside, then just as slowly I pushed back in. Over and over I slowly, deliciously I fucked him. He began to push back urging me to quicken my pace. I didn’t, not until he was growling and throwing himself back against me begging me to fuck him faster and harder. As I quickened my movements I reached around his hip to stroke his cock. I tilted my hips so my thrusts were pushing him up on his toes a little as I worked his inches in my hand. I was slamming into him, his hand moving to my hip pulling me hard against him. Harder and faster. I felt it, that stir, I bit my lip as the electric tingle started to grow in my very hungry sex.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I panted.
Harder and faster.
“Please, Mistress, cum for me,” he said.
Harder and faster.
My hand closed tighter on his slick cock. I felt the waves of pleasure begin to crash over me. I called out, pulled out of the scene for a moment, I called his name. I heard him tell me he was cumming I felt the warmness spill onto my hand, heard those shuttering breaths. He leaned on his elbows on the counter.
“I’m sorry Mistress,” he said. “I didn’t ask before I came.” He looked genuinely upset. “Please, I’m sorry.”
I smacked his ass lightly as I withdrew from him. “I’ll overlook it this once.” I smiled at him.
“Mistress,” he said sheepishly.
“What?”
“What did I do that was naughty?”
“You didn’t make the coffee this morning.”
“You’ve been naughty,“ I said sternly.
I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He made that sound I fucking love, it isn’t as good as the jingle of a collar but it certainly gets me wet. His eyes closed and his lips parted slightly. I leaned over him and licked his lips. His mouth opened wider and the tip of his tongue darted out to touch mine. I allowed him to draw me into a kiss, softly at first but then I pulled his hair again, pulling him away from my lips. I put my hand on his shoulder pushing him down onto his knees. He had to spread his legs wide apart to squeeze between the tub and my body but he managed. He was beginning to breath harder and his hands automatically went behind his back. Naughty, yes, but well trained. I could have left the room and he would have stayed that way all night, he learned that lesson when we went over rule #16 - a little bitch’s comfort is of no concern, any position he cannot maintain on his own he will be bound into. He thought it would be fun and it was, for me, but he did learn the benefits of patients. Looking down at my sweet little bitch when he is being good always makes me feel a little more girlie than I like and often as not I use that as an excuse to be as I put it - a VERY sadistic piece of shit.
I stepped back from him, letting his hair go. I stood there just looking at him, making him wait. I put my hand back on his shoulder and pushed him towards the floor. He got the picture and bent forward. I put one booted foot against his neck and pushed him hard until he was inches above my other boot. These were a pair of my casual boots not my never leave the bedroom come fuck my boots. These were dusty and worn.
“Lick it,” I told him.
I felt him stiffen and pull back a little. I pressed harder, he winced and moved back down. The moment of hesitation when he warred with himself was sublime, but as so many times before he gave himself over to me and began to lick the top of my boot. It didn’t take long before he was doing it with real enthusiasm. He didn’t even seem to noticed I’d taken my foot off his neck. Looking at him on all fours watching him draw back and look to see if it was all clean, then, all on his own lean back down and continue cleaning was sheer joy for me.
“Enough,” I whispered to him.
He leaned back onto his knees those well trained hands behind his back. He looked up to see if I was pleased. My hand connected hard across his cheek. His head turned as my handprint bloomed on his face. His eyes were shut tight. His breath caught. I grabbed his chin in my hand, pulling his goatee and straightened him back up. I let him go and waited, one, a slow count, two, watching him. I touched his neck. Very gently with both my hands more brushing my fingertips against his throat. Down to the collar of his shirt, I began to unbutton the top button, fingers moving to the next, so very slowly. He held his breath. I took my time. I watched him. Watched his expression relax. Watched him settle back into his place as my favorite toy. But right now, he had been naughty - I ripped his shirt open. I heard one of the buttons hit the wall. I pulled his shirt down over his arms, not taking it off, using it the way I would a length of rope. I grabbed his hair and pulled, very hard, leaning him back. With my free hand I began to rub and pinch his nipples, very softly at first but getting harder each time I moved from one to the other. He hissed and sighed. His face an ever changing mask of pleasure and pain. I looked at his jeans, there was the barest hint of a wet spot forming.
“Get up,” I said as I pulled up on his hair. He scrambled a little from his awkward position. So there my beautiful little bitch stood, a whole foot taller than myself yet utterly mine. I let him go. “Undress me,” I said to him.
He turned to me, shrugging his arms out of his shirt and pulled my sweater over my head, much to his surprise I was wearing my red satin corset. I enjoy a corset or cincher just to wear but even when it isn’t red it is like waving a flag at a bull for my little bitch and I could see his eyes fill with lust. He moved quickly to the button on my jeans and was sliding them down my legs as fast as he could. He stopped when he was eye level with my harness. I had put on my strap-on harness before I got dressed; I also stashed a little something in the top drawer before I wrote him that note.
“Finish,” I told him. My voice seemed to pull him back to the moment as he quickly unlaced my boots, kissing the top of each as he took them off me, next the jeans came off. “Now you,” I said as my hands began to unbutton and unzip his pants.
The spot of pre-cum was certainly bigger when I pulled his jeans down. I love to look at the pink panties he wears for me; there is something so arousing about a rock hard cock straining against wet lace that really does it for me. These panties were certainly pink and wet. It took every ounce of will power I had not to lick that wet spot, instead I stood up, grabbed his tool and squeezed.
“Get those pants off,” I ordered.
He kicked off his shoes and shed his pants careful that he didn’t move too much and get hurt. I lead him by his cock over to the counter. I pushed him against the sink. Pressed my body against his, pressed his hard cock into the counter. He drew a sharp breath through clenched teeth. I pressed harder, his head rolled back as he reached behind his back and put his hands on my hips. He pulled me closer, I could tell it hurt him terribly. I was so proud. He ground me against him. I began to run my hands up and down his back, dipping lower now and then to feel the smoothness of his panties over that beautiful ass. I ran my hands up his sides and reached around to caress his nipples. He sighed and shifted. He had had just about all he could take. Too bad, I was enjoying myself, I only wished I had remembered to put the clover clamps in the cabinet along with my dildo.
I reached for his neck and stroked the side of his face with my right hand. I ran my finger across his lips, pushing my middle finger past them. He opened his mouth to accept my finger, sucking on it gently. I pushed it further in and began to stroke his tongue.
“That’s what I’m going to do to that tight little ass of yours,” I whispered as I pushed the whole length of my finger into his mouth.
His tongue began to dance as I petted and fondled it. With my left hand I pushed his undies down until they were bunched just under his ass cheeks. He was still holding me very closely. I pushed away from him, allowing him to move away from the counter a little. I removed my finger from his mouth.
“Spread,” I commanded.
He parted his legs a little more, placing one hand on each cheek. He pulled them apart a little, I could see him blush in the mirror.
“More,” I said as I trailed my wet finger down his spine.
I toyed with his ass hole touching it lightly, tracing along the edge, then running my finger down between his legs. I cupped his balls and squeezed him lightly. I reached around and pumped his cock a few times. One hand on his hard on the other teasing his ass, he began to push out towards my finger ever time it tickled near his tight hole.
“Eager, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he sighed.
I dropped to my knees. I knew my finger wasn’t nearly wet enough to open him up without really hurting him. I had a tube of lube but why waste a chance to tease him a little more. I exhaled against his spread ass. I watched him tighten. Inching closer I kissed each finger of each hand before I allowed my lips to trail to soft skin of his ass. Tiny butterfly kisses, every now and then a sharp nip. I licked and kissed each bite, relishing the hiss he made each time he felt my teeth. When I circled closer to his sweet little love knot I bit the inside of his cheek very close to it. It is the one place I’ll risk leaving a mark. That is one of the few things he asked of me, that I leave no marks that might show. I bit hard waiting to see what angry color my teeth marks would turn. I was pleased to see the deep reddish purple that is the sure sign of a bruise yet to come. I licked him, a full wide tongue from the back of his neatly shaven balls all the way to his tailbone. He sighed, I love it when he does that, and he spread himself wider for me. I didn’t make him wait; I was as hungry for it as he was. It felt like months since I had had that particular pleasure. With a soft tongue I lightly traced the ridges gently and slowly. I circled a few times letting my tongue become more insistent each time I went around. He was very quiet as he always is when I do this. He has a bad habit of holding his breath at such times. A sharp nip and he was sighing and moaning very quietly. I probed further, fluttering my tongue against him just before I slipped past his tight entrance. I wiggled inside him and he gasped. Such sweet noises he made while I enjoyed his tightness loosening for me. I brought my hand up and replaced my tongue with my finger. I slipped in very slowly, he was relaxed and it went in easily enough. He pushed back as I slipped in. I curled my finger down and started to rub in small very light circles. He moaned despite himself. I alternated circling and moving in and out of him. I heard a tiny whisper, it wasn’t really loud enough to hear, I knew what he said but I really wanted to hear him say it again.
“What was that my little bitch?” I ask sweetly.
“More, please, Mistress.”
As tempting as it was to make him beg properly I felt indulgent. I slid a second finger in on the next stroke. I gave him a moment to adjust to it before I continued my alternate movements, except this time, I spread my fingers apart a little each time I moved out of his depths. I was surprised when once more I heard that faint whisper, “Please more, Mistress.”
I was even more surprised that he could take three with just the wetness from my tongue. Take them he did and in quiet the excited manner. He was really moving now, hips pumping, sweating ever so slightly, breath ragged, cock so very hard and dripping pre-cum. I could have gone for the fist but I really just wanted to fuck him at that point. I withdrew my fingers from him and he leaned hard on the counter, looking at me over his shoulder a growl of frustration escaping his throat. I reached beside him and opened the drawer under the counter. I was looking at him more than what I was doing, his eyes widened when he saw the big purple cock lying in the drawer next to the tube of lube.
“Well,” I said to him.
He reached slowly inside and removed the dildo. He turned to me and sank to his knees. I had already put the ring on it so all that needed to be done was the ring snapped in place on the front of my harness. He leaned in very close, closer than what he needed to in order to affix the dildo. His lips were inches from my crotch-less leather harness.
“Mistress,” he whispered, “you smell so good, may I taste, please?”
He seemed in full on appeasement mode. I stood with my legs a little further apart thrust my hips forward. I placed my hand in his hair and pulled his face closer to me. He eagerly opened his mouth and his tongue darted out, lightly brushing my wet sex. He lapped at my juices before he settled around my swollen clit. He sucked her gently into his mouth, his tongue flicking her softly. I closed my eyes sighing as he brought me closer to release. I stoked his hair and face as he ate me. I felt his hand slid up my leg his fingers probing my dripping slit. Slowly he slipped two fingers into my velvety softness. I rocked against his mouth and hand. I could feel my wetness spreading down my thighs as I clinched tighter on his insistent digits. I leaned my head to the side, biting my lower lip, my orgasm ripping through me, pulling cries from my body. I called out to the heavens. In my haze I felt his other hand on my ass pulling me harder against his face. I could feel his tongue licking me over and over as he sought out every drop of my sweetness. His fingers withdrew from me and I shuttered, only seconds later they were replaced by his skillful tongue, seeking more of me to taste. He slowed his pace, not stopping, allowing me to ride out my climax the way I like to. He sat back tilting his head back, careful not to look up at me. With that boyish grin he made a show of licking his lips.
“Get me ready,” I growled, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Expertly he fed the straps through the ring and soon I was looking down at my 8 inches of cock, he was running his wet fingers over it.
“Suck my cock,” I told him.
He closed his eyes as he guided my phallus into his mouth. He took as much in as he could eagerly moving back and forth, still working the length with his hand. I pushing his head down a little further than was comfortable and his eyes snapped open. It was more surprise than discomfort but it spurred him on to suck me harder and faster. I began to pump my hips in time to his movements and he began to moan around my cock. I pulled back, removing myself from him.
“Stand up, get against the counter,” I commanded.
In a flash he was standing with his legs spread wide to lower himself to my level. I reached into the drawer, extracting the lubricant. I squeezed a fair amount into my hand and lubed my tool. While I stroked my slick hardness he watched me in the mirror. He was holding his breath again when I plopped a big drop of the lube on his crack. He immediately reached back and spread for me. I used the head to move the lube up and down between his cheeks. When I was sure he was ready I reached for his collar, only to remember when I encountered bare flesh that he wasn’t wearing it. I settled for a hand on his shoulder while I slowly pushed into him. He grunted a little as I slid further in, stopping to allow him time to adjust. Inch by glorious inch I took him, filling his ass, until our bodies were pressed tightly together. I kissed the middle of his back and he moaned so very softly. I began to pull out of him until only the head was still inside, then just as slowly I pushed back in. Over and over I slowly, deliciously I fucked him. He began to push back urging me to quicken my pace. I didn’t, not until he was growling and throwing himself back against me begging me to fuck him faster and harder. As I quickened my movements I reached around his hip to stroke his cock. I tilted my hips so my thrusts were pushing him up on his toes a little as I worked his inches in my hand. I was slamming into him, his hand moving to my hip pulling me hard against him. Harder and faster. I felt it, that stir, I bit my lip as the electric tingle started to grow in my very hungry sex.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I panted.
Harder and faster.
“Please, Mistress, cum for me,” he said.
Harder and faster.
My hand closed tighter on his slick cock. I felt the waves of pleasure begin to crash over me. I called out, pulled out of the scene for a moment, I called his name. I heard him tell me he was cumming I felt the warmness spill onto my hand, heard those shuttering breaths. He leaned on his elbows on the counter.
“I’m sorry Mistress,” he said. “I didn’t ask before I came.” He looked genuinely upset. “Please, I’m sorry.”
I smacked his ass lightly as I withdrew from him. “I’ll overlook it this once.” I smiled at him.
“Mistress,” he said sheepishly.
“What?”
“What did I do that was naughty?”
“You didn’t make the coffee this morning.”
