What are you wearing?” His masculine, suave voice assaulted my ears. I thought I would cum in my chair. I looked around to make sure no one saw the look of ecstasy that passed over my face.
“I’m at work,” I whispered. “I can’t do this right now.”
“Can’t you?” He asked, a slight lilt in his voice, as if daring me to really say no.
I paused, unsure. “No,” I said, determined. “I’m busy till late tonight. I’ll talk to you then.”
He groaned and I knew he was pretty horny to call me at work. “Find a bathroom,” he suggested, his voice hoarse now.
“No!” I said, surprised he was still going for it.
“Find a bathroom!” he commanded. I was feeling rebellious now so I denied him again. I could almost hear him smiling. His voice got deeper and more seductive. Thank God I was in a chair or I would be on the floor. It wasn’t like he wasn’t making my ass melt, too, but a chair was way more stable than my knees where right now.
“I’ll be home later tonight, Chris. Don’t wait up.” And I actually hung up the phone on him. That doesn’t mean I sat at my desk and did work for the rest of the evening. No, I was rubbing my thighs together and bringing myself to near orgasm.
Ten o’clock finally rolled around and I was in my car and on the freeway by 10:15. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Chris’s number. No answer. The thought that perhaps he was upset with me clenched my stomach and tormented my mind to anxiety. I called again but this time I left a cool and calm message. He would get off on hearing my worried voice and he didn’t deserve that just now. I pulled up in the parking lot and jumped out of my car. Walking into the lobby of my apartment building I discovered a message waiting for me accompanied by a pink rose.
Dear Janet,
I missed you, babe, and you wouldn’t comfort me. Let’s see how you like being without comfort.
Chris
I pouted after reading the note. I knew I would have to endure some sort of punishment but to go without Chris for more than a night was insufferable. I walked up the five flights of stairs. After greeting Mrs. Palm, my neighbor, I jammed the key into the lock and allowed myself in. The rooms felt heavy and empty without Chris’s body lying on the sofa to greet me. He always took a few nights a week to come down to my little abode and make me feel like a concubine in the emperor’s harem. I walked into the bedroom for a night alone with a random toy.
Three days later, I was two roses richer and still one Chris poor. My cell rang and vibrated on my desk. I snatched it up and answered it politely amidst my foul mood.
“So how have your days of celibacy been for you?” He asked smoothly.
I perked up a little at the sound of His voice. “Talk to me,” he said. “I’ve missed you.” I talked to him for half an hour before he asked me to come to his house. I took a quick look at the clock; it was only 7:20, 10:30 was hours away. My pause let him know I was anxious.
“You may stay at work if you wish,” he said nonchalantly. “But that would mean I get to give you the rest of the bouquet of roses.” Nine more nights! I couldn’t handle nine more nights without his body to warm me. I was already afraid he meant to talk a whole twelve days away from me. But here was a chance to redeem myself.
“Do you want me there now or would you rather I took a bath and put on that dress you bought me last week?” I asked, humbled. Again, I could almost feel him smile.
“Take a nice long bath, sweetheart. I’ll expect you by 9:00. Would you mind coming with panties on? I prefer those nice pink laced ones I saw you in the last time.” He knew he was in control now. It was like a Jekyll and Hyde change with him. One night he was a romantic lover and the next he was my Dominator. Tonight, he would be my Dom.
I hung up with him after a sweet good-bye and walked out of the office complaining of a headache and fever. By 8:55 I was at the door of his house ringing the bell. I felt confident in the silk, burgundy colored shirt. My hard nipples dented the shirt just perfectly enough for Chris to notice. My plaid mini skirt was cute enough not to mention the heeled boots on my feet. I would make him pay for ever having left me alone for all that time over a measly denial. He opened the door and grinned at me in that scary, devilish way he has. I opened my mouth and he placed his over it. The kiss was long, sensual, and sexy. His hands palmed my ass under my skirt as the other one wrapped my leg over his thigh. He was in a mood tonight. Our lips parted and I realized he had dragged me behind the door and into the house.
“Dessert is waiting, baby,” he whispered into my ear then walked off into the kitchen.
“Dessert?” I asked, unsure.
“Yes,” he established with another wicked grin. I walked into the kitchen and found a single plate covered in caked and chocolates. He picked up and led me to the bedroom.
“I’ll feed you tonight, pet,” he said. I stood there perplexed. I expected rough and harsh punishment sex for what I did three days earlier. Instead I get the sweet Chris. I wonder if I wasn’t desperate for the punishment tonight. I sat on the bed and he wrapped a blindfold around my face. “It increases the excitement,” he explained to me. I felt his hands undo my shirt and down in fell. My skirt joined soon after. He ordered me to lie back on the bed so I did. No sooner had my head hit the pillow than I felt binds on my hands. I struggled until I felt him getting rougher with me so I allowed him to bind me. After undressing he straddled me. I felt his cock on my stomach and his hands on my breast the on my panties. A mouthful of cake was shoved in my mouth. I gasped because it surprised me greatly.
“This will serve as your gag for the time being,” He said to me. I chewed the cake and swallowed it in defiance. My tight lips dared him to shove another spoonful into my mouth. He slid off my body. I heard him rummaging through something then I felt the light tickle of something on my right nipple. He was using the feather! My nipple became rock hard as he tickled it and my body squirmed under the feather’s touch. He was enjoying it, I knew. I felt the feather trace its way up to my face and tickle my nose then my lips. Before long it was between my thighs and I was moaning loudly.
He shoved another piece of the cake into my mouth. I spit it out this time, driven to misbehave and disobey. I felt the paddle being placed against my thigh. I guess he had fetched more than just the feather. Before I knew what happened he had rolled me over and the sting of the paddle on my panties shocked me first before the pain tormented me. I don’t know how long he spanked me for but it was long enough for him to humble me and I screamed out for mercy. He spanked me all the harder for it. My face was drenched in tears. I felt something rugged drag along the arch of my back and realized he was licking me. I liked the feel of his cool tongue on my heated bottom. His tongue twirled around my back and sucked on my butt cheeks. I loved it.
He turned me over again and the burn of the pink streaks across my bottom humbled me a little more as I lay on the bed. I was still whimpering when I felt him straddle me again. He inched his way up my body till his cock was rubbing wetness on my lips. I opened my mouth and allowed him to stick it into my mouth. His thrusts were slow and steady. Soon his cock was in the back of my throat. I started to swallow his cock and let the contraction massage his cock. His moans turned me on to the point of climax. His dick muffled my screams. He pulled out of my mouth and placed himself between my legs. He pushed the panties out of the way and entered me, his dick filling me perfectly. He started to thrust into me and my moans began at once. He licked his cum off of my cheeks and lips and chin as he thrust harder. I begged him to go harder and faster. He appeased me with his harsher thrusts. I was at climax again and I could feel the orgasm rumbling in my stomach. I screamed that I would cum soon.
“Oh God!” I screamed. “I’m there. I’m there. Now, baby, now!” I was muffled when he shoved another piece of cake into my mouth. I came.
Chris pulled out of me slowly and kissed me, eating the cake out of my mouth. He untied my body and took off my blindfold.
“Will you be good and obey from now on?” He asked.
“I will,” I answered breathlessly.
“Then I’m going to need you to bring me to orgasm, baby.”
I jumped up, ready to obey. He lay back in the bed and asked me to give him some head for a while, then He would see if I deserved more fucking. He lay on the bed and closed his eye. I slapped the handcuffs on him. “What the fuck?” he shouted in surprise. I reminded him that they were under his pillow. He pulled on them a bit then gave up. It was my turn to have fun….
…To Be Continued…
“I’m at work,” I whispered. “I can’t do this right now.”
“Can’t you?” He asked, a slight lilt in his voice, as if daring me to really say no.
I paused, unsure. “No,” I said, determined. “I’m busy till late tonight. I’ll talk to you then.”
He groaned and I knew he was pretty horny to call me at work. “Find a bathroom,” he suggested, his voice hoarse now.
“No!” I said, surprised he was still going for it.
“Find a bathroom!” he commanded. I was feeling rebellious now so I denied him again. I could almost hear him smiling. His voice got deeper and more seductive. Thank God I was in a chair or I would be on the floor. It wasn’t like he wasn’t making my ass melt, too, but a chair was way more stable than my knees where right now.
“I’ll be home later tonight, Chris. Don’t wait up.” And I actually hung up the phone on him. That doesn’t mean I sat at my desk and did work for the rest of the evening. No, I was rubbing my thighs together and bringing myself to near orgasm.
Ten o’clock finally rolled around and I was in my car and on the freeway by 10:15. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Chris’s number. No answer. The thought that perhaps he was upset with me clenched my stomach and tormented my mind to anxiety. I called again but this time I left a cool and calm message. He would get off on hearing my worried voice and he didn’t deserve that just now. I pulled up in the parking lot and jumped out of my car. Walking into the lobby of my apartment building I discovered a message waiting for me accompanied by a pink rose.
Dear Janet,
I missed you, babe, and you wouldn’t comfort me. Let’s see how you like being without comfort.
Chris
I pouted after reading the note. I knew I would have to endure some sort of punishment but to go without Chris for more than a night was insufferable. I walked up the five flights of stairs. After greeting Mrs. Palm, my neighbor, I jammed the key into the lock and allowed myself in. The rooms felt heavy and empty without Chris’s body lying on the sofa to greet me. He always took a few nights a week to come down to my little abode and make me feel like a concubine in the emperor’s harem. I walked into the bedroom for a night alone with a random toy.
Three days later, I was two roses richer and still one Chris poor. My cell rang and vibrated on my desk. I snatched it up and answered it politely amidst my foul mood.
“So how have your days of celibacy been for you?” He asked smoothly.
I perked up a little at the sound of His voice. “Talk to me,” he said. “I’ve missed you.” I talked to him for half an hour before he asked me to come to his house. I took a quick look at the clock; it was only 7:20, 10:30 was hours away. My pause let him know I was anxious.
“You may stay at work if you wish,” he said nonchalantly. “But that would mean I get to give you the rest of the bouquet of roses.” Nine more nights! I couldn’t handle nine more nights without his body to warm me. I was already afraid he meant to talk a whole twelve days away from me. But here was a chance to redeem myself.
“Do you want me there now or would you rather I took a bath and put on that dress you bought me last week?” I asked, humbled. Again, I could almost feel him smile.
“Take a nice long bath, sweetheart. I’ll expect you by 9:00. Would you mind coming with panties on? I prefer those nice pink laced ones I saw you in the last time.” He knew he was in control now. It was like a Jekyll and Hyde change with him. One night he was a romantic lover and the next he was my Dominator. Tonight, he would be my Dom.
I hung up with him after a sweet good-bye and walked out of the office complaining of a headache and fever. By 8:55 I was at the door of his house ringing the bell. I felt confident in the silk, burgundy colored shirt. My hard nipples dented the shirt just perfectly enough for Chris to notice. My plaid mini skirt was cute enough not to mention the heeled boots on my feet. I would make him pay for ever having left me alone for all that time over a measly denial. He opened the door and grinned at me in that scary, devilish way he has. I opened my mouth and he placed his over it. The kiss was long, sensual, and sexy. His hands palmed my ass under my skirt as the other one wrapped my leg over his thigh. He was in a mood tonight. Our lips parted and I realized he had dragged me behind the door and into the house.
“Dessert is waiting, baby,” he whispered into my ear then walked off into the kitchen.
“Dessert?” I asked, unsure.
“Yes,” he established with another wicked grin. I walked into the kitchen and found a single plate covered in caked and chocolates. He picked up and led me to the bedroom.
“I’ll feed you tonight, pet,” he said. I stood there perplexed. I expected rough and harsh punishment sex for what I did three days earlier. Instead I get the sweet Chris. I wonder if I wasn’t desperate for the punishment tonight. I sat on the bed and he wrapped a blindfold around my face. “It increases the excitement,” he explained to me. I felt his hands undo my shirt and down in fell. My skirt joined soon after. He ordered me to lie back on the bed so I did. No sooner had my head hit the pillow than I felt binds on my hands. I struggled until I felt him getting rougher with me so I allowed him to bind me. After undressing he straddled me. I felt his cock on my stomach and his hands on my breast the on my panties. A mouthful of cake was shoved in my mouth. I gasped because it surprised me greatly.
“This will serve as your gag for the time being,” He said to me. I chewed the cake and swallowed it in defiance. My tight lips dared him to shove another spoonful into my mouth. He slid off my body. I heard him rummaging through something then I felt the light tickle of something on my right nipple. He was using the feather! My nipple became rock hard as he tickled it and my body squirmed under the feather’s touch. He was enjoying it, I knew. I felt the feather trace its way up to my face and tickle my nose then my lips. Before long it was between my thighs and I was moaning loudly.
He shoved another piece of the cake into my mouth. I spit it out this time, driven to misbehave and disobey. I felt the paddle being placed against my thigh. I guess he had fetched more than just the feather. Before I knew what happened he had rolled me over and the sting of the paddle on my panties shocked me first before the pain tormented me. I don’t know how long he spanked me for but it was long enough for him to humble me and I screamed out for mercy. He spanked me all the harder for it. My face was drenched in tears. I felt something rugged drag along the arch of my back and realized he was licking me. I liked the feel of his cool tongue on my heated bottom. His tongue twirled around my back and sucked on my butt cheeks. I loved it.
He turned me over again and the burn of the pink streaks across my bottom humbled me a little more as I lay on the bed. I was still whimpering when I felt him straddle me again. He inched his way up my body till his cock was rubbing wetness on my lips. I opened my mouth and allowed him to stick it into my mouth. His thrusts were slow and steady. Soon his cock was in the back of my throat. I started to swallow his cock and let the contraction massage his cock. His moans turned me on to the point of climax. His dick muffled my screams. He pulled out of my mouth and placed himself between my legs. He pushed the panties out of the way and entered me, his dick filling me perfectly. He started to thrust into me and my moans began at once. He licked his cum off of my cheeks and lips and chin as he thrust harder. I begged him to go harder and faster. He appeased me with his harsher thrusts. I was at climax again and I could feel the orgasm rumbling in my stomach. I screamed that I would cum soon.
“Oh God!” I screamed. “I’m there. I’m there. Now, baby, now!” I was muffled when he shoved another piece of cake into my mouth. I came.
Chris pulled out of me slowly and kissed me, eating the cake out of my mouth. He untied my body and took off my blindfold.
“Will you be good and obey from now on?” He asked.
“I will,” I answered breathlessly.
“Then I’m going to need you to bring me to orgasm, baby.”
I jumped up, ready to obey. He lay back in the bed and asked me to give him some head for a while, then He would see if I deserved more fucking. He lay on the bed and closed his eye. I slapped the handcuffs on him. “What the fuck?” he shouted in surprise. I reminded him that they were under his pillow. He pulled on them a bit then gave up. It was my turn to have fun….
…To Be Continued…
