I open my eyes to find him still lying beside me. We're not touching, but our bodies are close, and I can feel his warmth radiating, and I can smell him. He smells of faded cologne; of sweat; of us. The scent of sex is heavy in the air. It smells like him and me, and makes me ache for more as I watch his chest rise and fall in slow shallow breaths.
My hand is drawn to him, magnetized by the familiar need for touch that's nestled deep inside me. I place it on his chest softly. Suddenly his hand clasps over my own and before my mind has a chance to process the movement he is on top of me, straddling me, face hovering over mine with a silly smile. "Not sleeping," he chuckles with a wolfish grin.
Moving to find my other hand he tugs them both overhead, pinning them to the bed at the wrist, trapping me beneath his weight. I smile up at him, teeth finding my bottom lip in the trademark of nervous anticipation. My nipples respond to the shiver that runs through me by contracting and pulling upward toward his naked body.
Leaning down and pulling at my earlobe with his teeth "Good morning Beautiful," he whispers at me.
"Good morning Master," I coo with a soft sigh, feeling the familiar bulge that accompanies his waking pressed against my belly.
Releasing my hand he slides down between my legs and my heart sinks down into my stomach with him. I exhale sharply, need suddenly ignited, blazing between my thighs as he pushes them apart to make room. My lips part from each other, exposing me to his view. I feel a cool breath across my hot sex, and my insides tighten in response.
"Ahh," I sigh, turning my cheek to rest against the soft cotton of the pillow beneath me.
A kiss touches my inner thigh. He kisses me again a bit higher. Again. He lays a trail of them up toward my sex until his nose is nestled in the crook of my thigh, cheek against my smoothly shaved mound. In a sudden shift from affectionate lover to Master, "Tell me what you want," he demands, lifting his head up to meet my eyes.
"I want you to lick me," I blush.
Shaking his head slowly side to side, "Oh little fucktoy, you can do better than that."
"I want your tongue on me," I sigh, "I want to feel your mouth on my pussy, I want you to taste me." A small hesitation. "I want you to make me cum," I admit.
"Mmm, you want to cum for me?" he asks with a raised brow and a wicked grin. "Your wish is my command."
He rises off of me slightly before adding, "I'm so very happy to make you cum my love." Though the words are soft the tone is sinister. It chills my blood and the shiver that follows contrasts with the heat between my legs in a most delicious way. I squirm beneath him, pressing my legs together.
He touches my hands, still held overhead, together. I clasp them. "Stay still," he commands. Crawling to the edge of the bed he props a pillow behind each of my knees, leaving me spread open and moist with anticipation. "No moving," he warns again, eyes hungry as they devour me sprawled out before him.
Soon his lips are on me. I feel a soft kiss at the inside of each thigh. "Mine," he claims them. Then his lips are at the protrusion of my pelvic bone at each hip. "Mine." His tongue thrusts into my belly button. "Mine," he declares. I giggle.
Pulling my pert nipples one at a time into his mouth, tongue running over them, "Mine," he claims each. Two fingers between my legs graze over my tightest hole, pausing to push against it momentarily before pulling through my wetness. He holds them up with childlike exuberance, "Mine," he grins. Pressing the fingers to my lips, thrusting them gently into my mouth, watching as I suck my wetness from them. "Mine," he concludes with a chuckle.
I lay trembling. I want to wrap myself around him, to pull him into me, but not as badly as I want to obey. To show him how truly his I am. He reaches for the box on the nightstand, and though I dare not lift myself up to look, I hear a click followed by the familiar hum of a vibrator.
He nestles it between my lips, against my clit, and slides a single finger down my sex, pressing it against me. His movement is agonizingly slow and when I scoot down, trying to speed his progress, he laughs and withdraws. "You aren't in control here. You are mine. This is mine," he clarifies, shoving his finger firmly into me, and pulling it out just as quickly. "You'll feel me when I'm ready, and not a moment sooner," he scoffs, but his face is soft.
With that he runs his finger around my entrance, it tugs at the skin, stretching it, pulling outward in a circular motion. It stings, and I groan. Bringing another finger beside the first he slowly presses the pair into me.
The movement is glacial. It seems an eternity before they are fully inside me. They simply sit within me motionless. I crave their movement, but I keep my hips still, willing myself to steady them, my teeth digging painfully into my lip as I hold them down.
His eyes smile up at mine as he holds the vibrator firmly against me. With his other hand he thrusts his fingers violently in and out of my wetness. The sudden shift in pace elicits a shriek, and I grab hold of the comforter in an attempt to prevent the force of his movements from sliding me up the bed.
His pace is mercilessly steady. The combination of the humming vibrator and stretching of my taut pussy around his fingers soon brings me to the edge of orgasm. The only tether keeping me from falling headfirst into release is the fear of doing so without permission, the marks on my backside barely faded from the last time I came without his say.
"Oh god." I pause for a ragged breath. "Please Master, I need to cum," I admit simply, unable to form a better argument in my current state.
His only answer comes in the relentless pounding of his fingers against the supple flesh of my cervix as he pushes into me. His fingers are a weight pulling at me as I struggle to hold my head above the waters of release.
"Beg," he commands.
"Fuck! Why won't he let me cum?" my inner voice screams back at him, but I hold my tongue.
