The Next Day
Waking up, my limbs tangled in the covers and I was unable to move as I had them wrapped around me like I am in a cocoon. Was that all a dream? Did any of it really happen? Here I am alone in bed, twisted up in the sheets, is it possible to dream so vividly?
As I am freeing myself from the sheets I can smell it. That distinct smell of sex still lingers in my bed. Either I had one hell of a wet dream or it really happened. I looked at the nightstand and sitting there was a bottle of my favorite water and a packet of Tylenol. Stunned, I stared at it, starting to realize that it really did happen. Wondering, did I make the right choice, is he still here? Question, question who has the question? Me, Me I hear my inner self yell. Don't question it. Take the water and drink it, take the Tylenol and swallow it. I do so, I feel myself relax again and snuggled into bed. So warm, smelling the sheets thinking about last night I run my hands through my hair. Trailing them slowly down my throat remembering how fucking good it felt knowing that I could trust him to squeeze my throat like that and not hurt me. I let a low moan escape from my lips, as I glide my fingers over my erect nipples. Giving them a tug, remembering him biting them, licking them while staring into my eyes. I whispered his name, as my finger slipped in between my hot wet lips to touch my clit.
In loud booming voice he asks, "What are you doing?"
"Oh my God....I, uhm,"
"I am not God, but please, do go on and explain this one, as I would love to know."
"W-w-well," I stammer again.
"Stop!"
"Sir?"
"Now, take a deep breath." I complied with what he tells me to do. "Okay," he stated, "you may continue to tell me but first, let's make this slightly more interesting."
I watched him drop the towel wrapped around him and noticed exactly how perfect his whole body was. How, oh my, how hard he is already and how badly I am craving that he take me right fucking NOW.
"Maybe if I put my head with yours you can tell me exactly what caused this issue this morning," he said.
He moved closer, until he was near the bed. Slowly he climbed into the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He settled himself, half propped up. "Come here my pet."
Totally busted in the act of playing with myself, soaked, all I can think about is how badly I want to climb on him and let his cock rub through my wet lips teasing my clit until he tells me to put it in. I scoot close to him and get on my knees, raising my eyes to his, again, with that feeling in the pit of my stomach. The primal urges take over me when I look into his eyes.
"Closer..." he says.
"Sir, the only way I can get closer, is to get on top of you," I whisper, afraid to break the spell. Wondering, my God can he read my mind?
"What are you waiting for exactly?" he said with a half smirk on his face. "Do I need to invite you to sit on my lap like a good lil' girl? Or can you straddle my cock like a good slut should?"
Not wanting to disappoint him I swung my leg over him. Like my hungry cunt needed anymore inspiration. As soon as my lips came in contact with his rock hard cock I felt my cunt gush, instantly more wet. I close my eyes and moan as I feel the length of him between my lips. I would have to slide myself quite a ways in order to have the head of his cock hit my clit like I was thinking about. I feel my cunt get wetter, if that is even possible.
"I guess it was a good thing I came back when I did. I would hate for you to have one without me," he says slowly.
"Are you saying that I should not have one without you, or do you mean I should not have one unless you tell me I can?" I asked, confused, but needing to understand, to know, so that I can please him.
"I am saying, that since you are mine, I will be the one that gives or takes away your pleasure. You don't cum, unless you hear me, tell you that you can," he said. I feel him grab my hips and slide me across his cock.
My eyes close as I start to give into the pleasure. Just as I tilt my head back, moaning, sliding my hips on the full length of him, I feel an intense pain in my nipple as I realize that he has just flicked it. "Oww, that hurts." I stop moving my hips and look at him.
"Did I tell you to stop?" he snarls and it sounds so vicious.
"No, Master you didn't," I mutter and hang my head, closing my eyes.
"Oh, no you don't. You are not clamming up on me. Open your eyes, NOW!" he demands.
I feel compelled to obey him. I would do anything he asked of me, because he asked, that's all it would take. I open my eyes and look at him, once again. He is sliding my hips on his cock again. My breathing changes, I feel myself getting wetter and wetter, as he slides between my lips.
Just as I am approaching the peak, of feeling absolutely amazing, he says, "Look at me." As my eyes meet his, that strange sensation fills my belly and I ache, I need him. I am losing myself in his eyes still feeling him slide against me. I don't even clue in on it, don't sense it coming, he flicks the same nipple again. I gasp, ready to yell, when I suddenly moan instead. He had increased the movement between my lips pushing me closer. The sharp pain at first, has now suddenly became pleasure. Will I ever be on level ground? Holy hell, he keeps me on my toes.
"What were you thinking about, when I caught you touching my cunt?" he whispers softly.
"Last night, everything, you touching me, biting me and, well, putting your hands on my throat," I barely get that last part out, I have started talking so quietly. I feel so weird, saying these things out loud. I don't know why I get so bashful.
His hands run up my breasts and he puts them on either side of my neck. It causes me to shudder, as I remember again how it felt to let go and trust him with everything. Instead of squeezing, he pulls me close until my nose is touching his nose, my eyes looking straight into his. A low moan escapes my lips as his hand trails down my side and gently cups my ass. I move against his hand as he continues to slip between my wet cunt lips.
"Please..." I cry out begging.
"What?" he asks.
"Please, I need you."
"What do you need?"
"Please, Master I need you to fill me, take what is yours. I need to cum with you in me, if you will let me."
I feel him slide his hand on my ass, my sweet spot exposed. "You like it, don't you slut?"
"Yes, I love it," I quiver with anticipation as his hand leaves my ass.
My face pressed against his, smack, I close my eyes as my ass feels like it is on fire, not realizing the powerful strokes he could give.
"Don't close your eyes again. I owe you 15 from last night, and this is how you are going to take them. I want to see every emotion that crosses your face when I turn your ass red. I want you to feel how hard it makes me when I smack your ass, so you know how much I am enjoying you. You will not cum during this, but after, after, I will make you cum again and again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master" I gasp against his lips.
