He kneels at the side of my bed, naked except for his collar, hard, waiting, wanting, salivating as he watches my sleeping form. My eyes flutter open and he spasms upward, perking up like a waiting puppy for my attention. I moan as I roll to my side. I know he's there but I do not look at him directly. Just out of the corner of my eye as the dimness of the morning filters through the mini blinds on the window. I smile softly, closing my eyes, moaning softly as I yawn, "Good morning, my slutty whore bitch."
His voice is soft with an edge of hoarseness, he doesn't dare clear his throat, fearful that he may interrupt the serenity of the morning I have lifted my lids to greet. "Good morning, my Goddess ..." I cut him off as he was about to whisper my name.
"Climb in next to me, pet. I'm cold. Rub my body." His expression is one that I purposely open my eyes to see. I see surprise and elation spread quickly across his face as he wastes no time in sliding himself under the blanket, wrapping himself around me with one arm and with his palm rubs down my arms and my legs. He is careful not to touch my intimate areas, knowing fully that he would be punished for touching.
"Pet, rub my breasts also." And he does obediently. He can tell as my nipples harden that he is having an effect on me. His touch is kind, admiring, gently and soft. As if he is caressing a delicate flower, gently stroking, kneading, massaging my chest, yet not forgetting about my arms and legs as well. I smile secretly and mischievously, knowing that I am tempting the fates.
His hands gently massage down my legs, his naughty fingers, moving closer and closer to my wetness. The back of his fingers catch a bit as he pulls away and instinctively he sucks his fingers, his eyes closing as he tastes it.
His eyes spring open rapidly as the thuddy whap comes from the leather tails of my flogger sprawling across his back, two more of the same sounds echo off the walls as his head lowers in submission, whispering softly, "I'm sorry, my Goddess."
"Get up!" I order softly but firmly, My body moving to release him from his hold around me. He moves to sit on his legs, kneeling beside me, staring off into space at nothing in particular. "Lean down, you know what to do."
He nods, with a sad look in his eye. His face hovers over my pussy. His hands are behind his back. One hand clutching the other wrist. I hear his muffled voice, "Goddess...please..."
"No." I say harshly as I slip my fingers in the space between his face and my clit, rubbing slightly, moaning little by little at each swipe. "You want to taste don't you, pet?" I moan again.
"Yes, Goddess, please let me!" He says desperately, pleadingly. Another thud at his back as my flogger comes down to meet his flesh. He moans loudly, trying not to move. Another thrash, another moan of his and I feel my wetness start to drip down my lips. He's breathing hard, his hot breath on my clit.
