"Yes, Sir." Oh fuck, here we go.
I feel his fingertips on my skin and immediately I shiver. They start just above my pussy, tracing their way lightly over my skin, up my stomach, between my breasts, over them. He gently pinches my nipples, tweaking my piercings ever so slightly, making my nipples go immediately hard as he continues to pinch them, twisting them just enough for it to hurt a bit, making me gasp softly. His hands disappear from my skin.
A moment later I feel his weight come onto the mattress at the end of the bed, between my legs. Then his fingertips are back, tracing their way down the skin of my inner thighs and I'm trembling. They run all the way down to my groin, infuriatingly they brush my outer lips every damn time they begin their journey back up my legs. Then he starts kissing me...down the inside of one thigh, around the top of my pussy and up the other leg, as if he has all the time in the world. I'm absolutely soaking wet, I can feel it, he must be able to see it but he just keeps on kissing his way up and down my legs, his hands somehow always repeatedly just brushing my outer lips as he moves about between my legs. I'm already squirming, trying to shift my hips to bring my pussy to his mouth, I want to feel the warmth of him on my clit so desperately. As he traverses my pelvis again he pauses, his lips still brushing my skin, just above me and he chuckles evilly in his throat.
"You're squirming, little girl. You're also clenching your hands in your bindings, don't think I haven't noticed. Have you been wanting to grab my head, to hold my mouth to your pussy have you, do you want to feel my tongue between your lips, on your clit, do you want me to taste you? Is that it little girl?
"Please, Sir...please" I can barely talk, it's a pathetic, desperate whimper, what the fuck, pull yourself together!
His kisses move upwards. No no no no no! not up, not away from there! I small moan of frustration escapes me and he chuckles at me again and keeps moving further up my stomach. I'm squirming on the bed, trying to move upwards, I want his mouth there, not on my stomach!
He stops and I feel a hand pressed firmly on my chest, between my breasts. "Lie still girl, if you can't remain where I desire you to be, I'll get that paddle and turn your backside and thighs red."
We've discussed spankings, how much I want him to hit me, to leave marks. How I want his welts and bruises, to be reminded of them when I sit down. If he spanks me now, will he continue with his plans afterwards or place cool ice-packs on me and cuddle me until I'm asleep? I want him to continue so badly, my squirming stops almost immediately.
"That's better, good girl." My stomach does a flip inside me as his hand vanishes and his lips return.
I'm still trembling all over as he slowly works his way up between my breasts, moving left to right to circle my flesh with soft kisses, gently nipping at the skin with his teeth occasionally before taking my left nipple in his mouth suddenly, his teeth closing on it firmly, pulling at it as his tongue flickers over it, twisting my piercing to and fro, making me moan in mindless pleasure from deep within my chest as his mouth releases that nipple and moves to my right one, repeating his little game.
As his mouth closes over my right nipple, the fingers of his right hand press themselves flatly and firmly over my pussy, cupping me as he begins to massage me in slow circles. My breath explodes out of my lungs as I struggle to breath and my entire body shudders as he finally touches me there.
My already pounding heart races even faster as his kissing starts to move back down my body again. God! He moves so slowly, his hand is a monotonous pressure on me, rubbing me mercilessly. I can feel how slippery I am with my own wetness as his fingers move my lips. As his mouth reaches my mound his hand leaves me, the air suddenly cold against my wet skin. Then his tongue is on me, in me. It runs slowly up between my lips and as his mouth closes hungrily over my clit his fingers slip effortlessly into my soaking wet pussy. I hear him muffled sound of enjoyment as I feel him swallow me, enjoying the taste of me on his tongue as his fingers enter me sliding in and hooking up, dragging themselves over my g-spot each time he withdraws them from inside of me. Now I'm really fucking moaning, my entire universe is what I can feel. I can't see him, I can only feel his mouth on me, his fingers in me.
He sucks hungrily on my clit, his tongue swirling around me, flickering back and forth over me as his fingers plunge into me slowly, deeply, relentlessly. Dragging over my g-spot again and again, every now and then he will stop and just rub me there as his tongue continues to torture my clit. Again, and again he brings me to the very edge of orgasm with his merciless rhythm, then slows down just enough for me to come down a little before slowly brining me back to the edge again, riding the edge of the abyss as I sob and moan under him.
I'm lying on the mattress, trying desperately to move my hands to his head, to hold him on me, to cum with his mouth on me, I want him to taste my cum, to kiss me with the taste of me filling his mouth, I need it. I'm panting, moaning desperately and sweating as my heart pounds blood through my veins. He keeps on bringing right to edge of the cliff, to the point where one more flick of his tongue, on more stroke of his fingers inside me would send me spiraling into oblivion.
Without my conscious thought I'm sobbing out the words, "Please...please. Sir, please."
His mouth breaks contact with me, but his fingers never cease sliding in and out of me, dragging themselves over my g-spot making me shudder with ecstasy every time they do. "Please what, little girl?" That tone again, hard, demanding, smirking at my wanton desperation to cum.
"Please let me cum, Sir." I whimper as his fingers ceaselessly move in and out of my body.
