Dedicated to my one and only...I submit to you, and you are so good to me.
As they drove home he pulled her hand into his lap and her heart quickened feeling the hard bulge trapped in his pants. She leisurely stroked his cock, not looking at him, instead watching the scenery pass by. Her pussy felt slippery and swollen aching to feel her Master's cock fucking her. Yet, when they arrived home and he helped her put things away he seemed to take his time, slowing their progress. Every now and then he tweaked her nipples or caught her to suck and bite on her earlobes. A few times he even rubbed and pinched her ass and she instinctively flinched but noticed her tender cheeks were a little less painful as they had been when she first woke up. He had been right, moving around and being active seemed to have eased the pain on her bottom, somewhat.
As soon as everything was put away he abruptly grabbed her arms and pulled her to the kitchen table. He kissed her passionately and forced her to lie on her back on the tabletop then grabbed her ankles and raised them to make her legs bend and positioned her booted feet to rest on the table. With one hand he flipped her skirt over her knees to fall across her tummy and with his other hand he slid his fingers between the sodden crotch of her panties and the puffy lips of her pussy.
"There's my slut, hot and wet. You want me to fuck you, don't you," he said rather than asked, knowing she was hungry to feel him insider her. Her hips pushed up in a silent answer but he would not touch her twitching hole, only slide his fingertips up and down her wet lips. After several moments she whimpered and tried to maneuver her pussy higher to make his fingers slide into her dripping cunt. "What does my fuck slut want?" he taunted her.
"I want you to fuck me. Yes! Please! I need you to fuck me!" she pleaded with frustration. Her body was tense with burning anticipation. She squirmed against his fingers yet he only continued to stroke her soft, outer labia. "Master, please fuck me, please!" she gasped as she seductively thrust her hips up and down. All the pain from her sore ass and all the touching and teasing had worked to inflame her need for him.
"No," he said quietly then pulled away from her.
"No?!" she practically screamed. "Please! I need you!" she begged as he walked away from her and left the room. "Come back and fuck me, please!" she groaned to herself. Her hand slipped between her legs reaching for her neglected clit then she jerked her hand back looking to see if he was watching her. But he had left the kitchen and she sat up gasping and horribly frustrated. She slid off the table to follow him pulling her sweater over her head and let it haphazardly fall to the floor. She shrugged her bra off then slid her skirt down over her hips and stepped out of it as she quickly caught up with him in the hallway. "Master?" she whispered but he seemed to ignore her as he continued into the bedroom, not bothering to cast a glance her way. When she entered the bedroom he was by the nightstand with the drawer open. He turned to look at her standing just inside the doorway wearing nothing but her panties and boots.
"If we were at a nude rodeo you'd almost fit right in. You'd have to get rid of the panties, though." He laughed, not unkindly. She did look cute and sexy, nearly naked, with the blush of frustration and frantic need heating her face. "Now, be a good girl and take your panties and boots off then get on the bed. Lie on your back and spread those lovely limbs stretched wide."
"What? Oh!" she gasped, exasperated, and stomped toward him. She reached for his belt and began to unfasten it as she looked up into his face and reached up to kiss him. "Please, I need you. Please, now," she implored him as she unzipped his pants.
"You're pushing it. That's not what I told you to do. If I didn't know you better I'd say you're purposely trying for more punishment." He reached up and grabbed her hair in his fist pulling her head back as his free hand roughly grasped her breast and painfully squeezed her nipple. She whimpered and closed her eyes. "Stop acting like a brat and get on the bed. You are mine to do with as I choose, how I choose, when I choose." He pushed her down to the mattress and smiled as she sprawled and glared up at him. "What position are you supposed to be in, right now?"
Her breath shuddered as she yanked her boots and socks off tossing them toward the wall then pulled her panties off and threw them toward her boots. She eased herself flat in the center of the bed, mindful of her sore bottom. She wouldn't look at him as she stretched out her arms and legs, pointing toward the four corners of the bed. He enjoyed pushing her patience; and deep inside, she loved it as well. He took up ropes and cuffs from the drawer and gazed at his lovely, naked sub. She surely was hot and wanting from the appearance of her swollen, wet pussy. Just the way he wanted her, desperate.
"To whom do you belong?" he asked as he calmly tied one end of a soft rope around her thigh, just above her knee, then tied the other end to an eyehook attached to the side board. It was set on a spring so it would fold underneath the bed when not in use. That way neither of them could accidentally bang their shins on the thick metal piece. He cuffed her ankle and tied the cuff to the outer corner of the bed. He secured her other leg in an identical fashion, thus her legs were spread wide with her knees bent causing her to be sweetly exposed. He paused and admired the view of her dark, rosy flesh glistening with her juices and her lovely engorged clit.