Noise Cancellation

I've been taunting and teasing all day, knowing this is what was going to be waiting for me at home. But this is exactly what I wanted, and everything I needed. Everything in my head has been too loud, I need his help to clear the chaos.

As soon as I got inside and closed the door behind me, I heard his voice; "Strip, all the way. Slowly." My entire body flushed and heated, and I was immediately aroused. I turned to face him, slowly unbuttoning my top and letting it slide off of my shoulders. I slid the zipper down along the side of my skirt, turning my back to him as I slipped it down my legs, bending at the waist to give him full view of the lace panties I had on. Staying with my back to him, I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor, leaving just those panties and my heels on.

I stepped out of the skirt pooled around my feet and hooked my thumbs into the waist of my panties when He told me to stop. I pulled my hands away at once.

"Hands up on the wall, spread your legs for me," he said, amusement mingling with desire in his voice.

I did as I was told, the wall cold against the front of my body, making my nipples harder, tighter. I heard his footsteps close in, and a fingertip trailed down my spine. I shuddered, both with need and anticipation. He buckled the delicate leather collar around my throat with a kiss to the back of my neck.

"You know why you're in trouble tonight, right?"

"Yes Sir, I teased you all day."

"Are you sorry?"

"No Sir, not even a little."

He chuckled a bit, and I smiled, relief flooding my body. Yes, this was exactly what I've needed all week.

"Push your hips back. We're starting with a spanking. I think 20 is enough to begin. Count with me."

With each strike rippling through my body, I felt the pool between my legs growing. I was soaked through by the time he was done, moaning with need for more.

"You did so well for me, but you're still in trouble sweetheart. Step out of your heels, but keep your hands on the wall."

As soon as I had my shoes off, he was behind me, his right arm snaking around my waist while his left hand wrapped around my throat. I sighed contentedly feeling his touch again.

"I think it's time I teased you a little bit, hmm?" he whispered into my ear as his fingers slid between the lace and my skin. He groaned approvingly when he felt just how ready I was for him, for whatever he had planned. His hand tightened around my throat as he started slowly running his fingertips over my clit, and I was trying my best to not grind against his hand.

He was working me to the point of climax, over and over, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of begging for release...what I was doing though was whimpering and shaking under his very intentional ministrations. I could feel his own arousal behind me as well, helpfully distracting me for a moment.

"Have you had enough of this yet, love?" His hand was still moving against me as he taunted.

"No Sir, I have not." I needed more of this, I wanted this stretched out. And it was so satisfying to play this game with him, knowing we both loved our roles...so I turned my head and stuck my tongue out at him. He grinned with delight at this, removing his hands from my body.

Before I could even exhale, he told me to wait right there. I was breathing hard when he returned less than a minute later, and I felt the tip of the crop slowly being dragged up the inside of my left leg, then my right. Damn him, he knows this will get me to beg. It might take some time, but it always does in the end.

"Turn and face me, step away from the wall a bit."

Oh, yeah I'm definitely in trouble. Watching the arousal steal over his face during this will surely bring me over the edge.

"Are you ready?"

"...yes Sir."

He smirks, noting the lack of sass in my voice now. He strikes one breast, and then the other, alternating until they are bright red and I am whimpering with the need for him to wrap his lips around my nipples. But still, I won't give in to him. He can tell, and a devilish glimmer flicks across his eyes.

"Take your panties off and hand them to me." I do as I am told, and return to my position. He arches an eyebrow at me, and I nod my assent.

The first smack against my clit is almost enough to bring me over the edge, and with each new strike, I can feel myself breaking apart. By number 10, I crack.

"Please Sir may I cum," I manage to gasp, barely holding it together.

"No you may not, hold it in. 10 more."

I don't know how I manage, but I make it. He smiles at me, pride on his face.

"Very good girl, I knew you could last for me. Come here," he said, beckoning me over to the couch. He bundled me in a blanket and tucked me into his lap, murmuring praise into my ear as he coaxed me into a calmer state.

Once I had calmed, he kissed me gently and asked if I was ready to cum for him like a good girl. I was tired, but had just enough sass left in me to answer with a wink and a, "Hmmmm I guess so Sir."

He smiled and shook his head slowly in amusement, and carried me into the bedroom.

"Hold out your hands," he asked. When I did, he buckled on the leather cuffs and attached them to the D-ring on my collar, then told me to lay down. He pulled the ankle restraints out from under the bed, tightening them so that there was no way I could pull my legs closed. He took off the rest of his clothes and kneeled between my legs, teasing my clit with the head of his cock. I moaned at both the sight and the feeling. I needed him and I needed to cum. The pressure under my skin had finally become unbearable.

"Do you want me to fuck you, or make you cum first?" He asked while still toying with me, fully knowing that I wouldn't be able to form a coherent answer that way. His smile grew wider when all I was able to manage was a non-committal "please Sir" and a heavy sigh.

"Guess I get to decide then, lucky me." He said the last words as he laid himself between my thighs, and licked me all the way up.

My back arched and I tried to thrust my hips against his tongue, but his hands had clamped around my hips, keeping me pinned. His tongue worked against my clit and I lost myself to the feeling of it, trying to stave off orgasm just to enjoy this a bit longer. But then he slipped a finger inside me, quickly adding a second, and before I knew it, I was at the precipice.

"Sir," I half-screamed, a warning and plea all in one.

"Let go, now," he commanded and almost before he was done speaking, I shattered. My body shaking like I was in the middle of an exorcism and screams tearing from my mouth, I climaxed harder than I had in ages.

Quicker than my fogged mind could catch, he was thrusting inside me and I was lifting my hips to meet him, desperate for more. He had produced from what I thought was thin air my favorite vibrator, cranking it up and holding it to my clit as he continued to slam home over and over, wringing 4 more rolling orgasms out of me. Once I went limp from the last one, he quickly withdrew from me, unbuckling all of the restraints, freeing my arms and legs. He wrapped me in the blanket again, tucking me into his side. I was so sleepy, fully and happily worn out.

He kissed the top of my head and asked, "Better?" I nodded sleepily and thought to myself, Yes I am SO much better. "Good girl," he praised, as I drifted off to sleep.