I was sleeping in your bed all snuggled up and warm under the covers that we share sometimes when you came into the bedroom last night. You leaned down barely brushing your lips against mine just enough for me to awaken to see your wonderful face in front of me. Your tongue traced my mouth, my lips opened to take your tongue in but you pulled away from me.
Your hands explored my face, neck, shoulders. Your lips placed soft kisses all over me, I arched my back pressing my breasts up to you, wanting your attention there also. You whispered into my ear that I was your whore, you would touch me when you got ready, not when I was ready. You reminded me that you owned me, body and soul, maybe I needed something that would help me to remember that and to not act like the wanton slut that I truly am. I feel a shiver run through me as you are whispering these words to me. Fear or anticipation? some of both. Your punishments always make me feel so complete, so whole...I need them, I deserve them, I want them.
As you are whispering to me your hands reach down and take my wrists bringing them up above my head and securing them to the headboard. Your lips met mine, kissing me softly at first, then deeper and harder...when you were finished with your kiss, you bit my bottom lip hard sending a sharp wave of pain through me.
Your tongue and teeth moved down to my nipples, licking and biting all the way. Your tongue wets my nipple, your teeth bare down on it then pull it up and even farther up stretching and pulling them. I am hurting but it feels so good...your hand slaps my other tit jolting me back to reality...that I am your whore and I am where I want to be, where I deserve to be.
