He touches my face, rubs his fingers over my lips. Sneaking into my mouth, he feels my front teeth with the tips of his fingers. My hands are caught above my head – I try to pull down again, but can't get free. He chuckles over watching me struggle and moves over to torture my ear, nibbling licking, then biting... it hurts... and the pain shoots down into my belly and my clit. I feel a warmth spreading to my chest. I know I'm blushing a bright shade of red which only seems to amuse him all the more.
"Oooh, baby," he growls in my ear, "you're so helpless."
All I can do is whimper... trying to stifle the sound to save my pride. He licks down my neck holding my face pressed to my left arm. I know he's leaving marks on the sensitive skin with his lips ripping at me, his teeth teasing my skin. I feel like I can't breathe. I'm so scared and so horny... it doesn't make any sense in my head. I feel the breeze from the open window cooling my neck, the wetness cooling me even as his mouth is turning me into a twisting burning flint.
He pulls the sheet away from my body and he looks down at my breasts. "So pretty."
I struggle again trying to pull my arms down... but I can't. I open my mouth to give him some attitude but his hand covers my lips before I get a word out.
All I can do is breathe through my nose as he tugs and throws the sheet off of me to the floor. I know I should be silent, that's the challenge he's given me. So I just try to catch my breath as he moves lower on my body, holding my legs tightly together, squeezing my hips in his large hands. He bites my thighs softly, his teeth feel like electric shocks that ricochet into my pussy... there's fireworks in my core, as my sleepy haze is gone completely. I want his cock inside me.
He's licking the top of my pussy and I shift to move my legs apart but he won't let me. Holding my legs together, my thighs squeezed shut, he licks at my pussy... pulls at the short hairs, sticks his tongue further and further into my slick folds. I'm trembling and my belly clenches painfully from the excitement, the frustration of it. I'm raising my hips up off the bed to bring my clit closer to his tongue. He pulls away.
I can't help moaning... The sound is crude and ragged, hanging in the air.
"You're so excited." He points out, his breath hot against my belly. "What a naughty naughty girl."
I try to mutter something to deny his cocky attitude. If it was him tied up and me going down on him – he'd be fucking screaming. I feel hot and angry, and frustrated that he won't give me the release my body's begging for until he's through with his little games. And how am I supposed to keep quiet anyhow when his hands gripping and his mouth playing on me?
"Not all that excited, babe..." I manage to mumble, though it comes out sounding not-quite-as-bored as I'd hoped. I suck in some quick breaths that betray my little outburst as a lie. His eyes narrow as he stares up at my face. I'm biting my lip... which is maybe what I should've done a few seconds earlier.
Tension ripples in the silence and I watch as he moves away. That's right – let him feel hurt... upset... whatever. I don't care. I'm just tied up here... oh shit. And my pussy is still pounding, an obvious reminder of how stupid I was acting.
Blue balls might feel bad, but an unsatisfied crotch is no picnic either... my secret softness aches and clenches against itself, the emptiness taunting me.
I'm struggling with myself, with my pride – but clearly an apology is in order. "I'm sorry, love..." is all I can softly whisper, really trying to sound as sweet and contrite as I can. I want to rub my thighs together to release some of the tension, but I stop myself. I open my legs a little, showing myself to him... how wet I am... the pink folds glisten in the early morning light. I want his hands touching me, his fingers sliding up inside flicking at my g-spot, stretching me, fucking me. God, I want him so bad!
"Sorry what?"
My voice drops and I feel like I'm speaking from my center, "I'm sorry, Master". Something about using that word "Master" makes me feel like I've given up control to him. Makes me feel super vulnerable, like I'm caught in a web... this power play between us. I'm calling him on the primal level of energy and love and life. I need him the same way he needs me – and its been this way from the beginning of time.
