[Thank you to those who offered their advice and guidance on my first story, I have tried to take some of that on board here.]
You start on your hands and knees, your ass up in the air, with a smirk and a dismissive look upon your face as you look over your shoulder staring into my eyes. I am standing behind you with the paddle gripped tightly in my sticky hand, relishing the delicious sight before me yet knowing I will pay for it in just a few moments.
"Five strokes," you say, "then 90 seconds to bring a smile to my face." You pause watching me tremble gently at the task. "Don't make me regret this," you add in almost a whisper, an edge to your voice that says far more than any shouting or threatening would ever do. My cock is straining at the tight little shorts you have instructed me to wear, while my bare feet are rooted to the hotel room floor, and as I raise the paddle I slowly release the breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding. I wonder if you have noticed how nervous I am, or my awe at your control and power.
Thwack.
"One," I manage to croak, my feeble voice betraying my fear. You have barely flinched, and not a sound escapes your full and stunning lips. I resist the urge to caress your buttock, to see if my strike has warmed your ass.
Thwack.
"Two," the word escapes my lips almost like an entreaty for even the slightest response. You hold your form perfectly, giving nothing away, without even the faintest tremble. I finish the third, fourth and fifth strikes in quick succession and still you give me nothing. I know now that I have rushed this and that this fleeting opportunity is over for me. I nearly break immediately and beg for just one more stroke, yet somehow I hold myself together and force my body to move, silently dropping to my knees. I have 90 seconds and the clock is already ticking. My face is now millimetres from your glorious pussy and perfect asshole and I wish I could savour this moment forever. If you can feel my breath on your most sensitive areas you give nothing away and your composure remains, quite literally, breathtaking.
With my tongue extended I allow myself to lean forward, finally tasting your pussy. By now my cock is screaming in agony, both from the ache and urge to come, and the seemingly ever-increasing constriction from these tortuous shorts. Despite this, I find myself unconsciously grinding my hips to try and increase the bite from the material onto my cock. I spend a few precious seconds diving my tongue as deep as I can, before changing to long indulgent licks along your slit, flicking your clitoris when I can with the most gentle of touches. All too soon I draw my tongue one final length of your heavenly pussy and continue up across the sensitive skin to your asshole. I can barely contain myself, my cock is twitching so uncontrollably in my shorts that I fear I may come, as I place a gentle but devoted kiss on your exposed, forbidden, hole. I worship your ass with my tongue and my lips until you finally respond, "Times up, little bitch," is all you say.
I freeze. I remain kneeling, but no longer touching you. I am terrified that I may never get this opportunity again, that I have failed to give you even the slightest hint of pleasure and that I will be cast aside. You tell me to stand as you move from the bed, your movements so fluid that I could watch you for hours, it is as if you unfurl yourself to stand before me. In your heels you tower above me, and as you step closer my heart beats even faster in my chest. You are smiling, in a knowing, proud manner and I pray that you aren't regretting having me in your presence. Without saying anything you hook your fingers into my shorts and finally end that particular torment, lowering them to my ankles allowing my straining cock to finally spring free.
As you rise again to your full height it is as if your entire body comes perilously close to my cock without ever actually touching me, and for the briefest of moments I dare to hope that your mouth will engulf me. Staring into my eyes you trace a single finger up the length of my erection, starting at my heavy balls and ending with a lingering swirl at the deep purple head where my precum is virtually streaming. Licking your lips you then lift the finger to my mouth and utter just a simple command, "Suck." I open my mouth and suck my cum off your finger. You smile again, "In the fullness of time we may see what else you will suck at my command for a taste of cum, my little bitch." You notice my involuntarily shudder and the corners of your mouth rise again ever so slightly.
Pointing at the bed your energy changes, "On your hands and knees," you say, and I move immediately. You become almost clinical as you continue my torment. Without warning the paddle strikes my cheeks and I groan without thinking. "I will own this ass tonight," you say, almost to yourself, "and by the time I have had my satisfaction, I will see tears on your cheeks."
You are magnificent with the paddle and my cheeks burn intensely within seconds, yet when you stay your assault I almost beg for more. You grab my hair pulling me back onto my haunches and place a butt plug into my mouth, surprising me with its girth, "Suck this for now," you command. A silk scarf is placed over my eyes and my world becomes dark making you seem almost more formidable than before. Somehow the burning in my cheeks seems intensified and the plug in my mouth grows even larger and more terrifying. You remove the butt plug and push me forward again, warning me to stay quiet.
In the darkness I can hear your every move, I can feel your soft skin against mine as you take my hands and guide them into the restraints you have prepared at the side of the bed. By the time you are done my arms are extended out and I am unable to move, my legs are tied to the bed but I remain on my knees with my ass frighteningly exposed to you. I feel incredibly vulnerable and gasp as the cool lubricant is poured onto my asshole and you begin to stretch me with your fingers. You whisper about how tight my ass is, and how excited you are to be stretching me so. You tell me about your fingers dipping into your pussy and stroking your clitoris, even as your other hand teases and torments my ass.
Then there is another sensation. The butt plug that seemed so large and unforgiving in my mouth seems positively monstrous as you press into into my ass. I begin to speak, not knowing what I will say, but you silence me instantly with a sharp slap to my ass. The sharp pain as the widest part of the plug stretches my sphincter is exquisite, and I cry out, then catch myself and breath deeply as the plug sinks fully into my ass. I am panting wildly as you lean forward, stroke my ass and say, "Good boy."
