Is Tonight The Night

You love my mind. That has always been clear.

You love my passion and sense of humor, too.

Do you love my body? Does it turn you on as much as a well-thought out argument? Can I make you hard enough to lose control, even just a bit?

I'm about to find out.

I hear the front door open. You put down your keys on the table by the door, you shrug out of your jacket and kick your shoes off. I'm so familiar with your routine, I don't need to see it to know it's happening.

As you walk down the hallway to your room, I know you're loosening your tie and unbuttoning your cuffs. On a normal day, you would walk through the bedroom straight to your closet to hang up your tie and take off your work clothes.

Today isn't a normal day.

No, today when you step through your doorway, you're greeted with a sight you've never seen before: Me presenting myself to you.

I'm naked, kneeling on the floor near the end of your bed with my legs spread, my hands held behind my back and my eyes downcast.

I hear you inhale sharply in surprise.

I can feel your eyes on me as you slowly approach and begin walking around me, taking in my naked offering from all sides and angles.

I know this counts as trying to top from the bottom. I know I'll likely be punished. But I also know if you don't fuck me tonight, I might lose my mind.

We've been sexting for months. Having phone sex for weeks and we've made out a few times, but you've never seen me naked before, nor have I seen you.

You finally stop examining my body and stand still in front of me. Keeping my head downcast, I look up as high as I can and barely keep a smile to myself when I see that you've hardened in your slacks. I want to lick my lips at the sight of your prominent bulge, but I'm determined to hold as still as possible.

"Are you able to rise from that position without assistance?" You asked me with your deep, authoritative voice and I feel myself grow wetter. Your voice always makes me wet with wanting.

"Yes, Sir," I reply softly.

"Stand," you command me and I careful rise to my feet. It's not a perfectly smooth motion, but I don't let go of my hands behind my back and I don't fall, so my practice sessions have been worth it.

"Meet my gaze," you demand and I finally lift my head to look at you.

The hunger in your eyes is enough to make me quiver. You want me. I can see that clearly now.

But you're not going to make it easy on me.

I watch as you unknot your tie and pull it off your neck. And then my breath catches in my throat when you place the tie over my eyes, knotting it behind my head.

Without my sight, I have no idea what you'll do next and it's thrilling.

I hear your foot steps as you walk behind me, careful not to graze my side with any part of your body. I'm not sure what you do next, I think maybe you sit down. As I'm pondering it, I'm suddenly lifted in the air, hauled back and then land just as suddenly across your lap with my ass in the air.

SLAP! The first spank comes with no warning. You haven't given me a number to count to, you're just spanking my ass, warming me up for what I know will be harder swats soon.

Without a word, you continue spanking me until I'm gasping, trying to hold back my moans. I know my pussy is dripping onto your leg but I'm so caught up in my punishment that I can't be embarrassed by it.

When you stop, it's right before I reach the threshold of pleasurable pain to true pain. And you give me a moment to catch my breath before lifting me again and laying me down on your bed.

I lie perfectly still, listening for any hint of your next actions but all I hear is a light rustle of fabric.

Then I feel you get on the bed with me and my body quivers with excitement as I feel your bare thighs on either side of my hips.

"Stretch your arms above your head," you command and I obey immediately. When I feel you tying me to your headboard with what feels like your shirt sleeves, it's all I can do to keep a moan buried in my throat. That moan only wants to get louder when you pull my legs apart and attach my ankles to a spreader bar.

I feel you shift further up my body and then something -- your cock? -- taps against my lips.

"Open wide," you order and when I obey, you slip your cockhead in my mouth. "Suck."

So I close my mouth over your tip and begin sucking on it gently until you order me to suck harder and faster.

This continues for several minutes until you order me to stop. I feel you shift again and when you tell me to open my mouth once more, I groan as you slip one of your balls in, ordering me once more to suck hard and fast.

You soon have me suck your other ball and then a few minutes later, you order me to open wide again.

This time, you slip your cock in my mouth and you don't stop. I've never seen your dick before, but from how quickly it's filling my mouth, slipping to the back of my throat and stretching my lips and jaw, I can tell you are long and thick.

You start lightly thrusting your cock in and out of my mouth, ordering me to lick you as much as I can while you fuck my face. When you pull out of my mouth completely, my jaw aches and I wish I could see your silva-covered cock. I wish you had cum in my mouth so I could swallow your load and show you what a good girl I am.

Instead, I gasp suddenly as cool liquid is squirted on to my chest between my boobs. I realize it's lube as you start to cover my tits and the valley between them. Then I feel your cock slide through the lube as you press my breasts together tight.

You start fucking my breasts hard and fast and I gasp and moan, desperately wishing you were fucking my pussy instead.

"Please, sir!" I cry out as my body squirms beneath you.

"Yes?" You question through heaving breaths as you fuck my tits harder and faster.

"Please fuck my pussy!" I cry out.

Instead, your cock flies between my breasts until I feel you rear up and then shoot your cum onto my body. It hits my breasts and neck and gets in my hair.

Then you lean down over my body, lightly kiss my lips and then move your head to the side and begin whispering in my ear.

"Your move was nicely played, but I decide when I fuck you," you lightly kiss me again and then get off the bed.

I expect you to start untying my limbs, but you don't.

Instead, I hear you chuckle before saying "I'll leave you here for a while to think about what I've said."

And then your door closes.