Playtime

I've always loved playtime.

Intimate moments between him and I always send arousal straight through my body. I was currently on my knees in what we call our 'playroom'. It wasn't anything extravagant but there was a King bed, a box filled with toys and a closet with more instruments.

"Are you ready, my pet?" His voice came from behind me. I couldn't see him but I felt his presence at my back.

"Yes." I replied.

HIs hand grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. My neck was exposed and I was looking up at him. His face was in a stern frown and his chest was exposed as he wore no shirt.

"Yes, what?" He growled.

"Yes, Sir." I corrected myself.

He released my hair and rubbed the pain away with his fingers. I slightly moaned at the feeling. He guided my head back to its rightful position before circling me. I followed him with my eyes as he stood in front of me.

I craned my neck up a bit to keep eye contact. His hands went down to his zipper and he pulled his cock out. He lifted it to my lips and just as I opened my mouth his other hand pulled me away.

"Did I give you permission?" He questioned.

"No, Sir." I whispered, looking up at his face.

"Ask." He continued.

I opened my mouth a few times, wondering how I should go about this. "Can I...may I please suck your cock, Sir?"

"Yes, you may." He nodded and I opened my mouth. He instantly filled my mouth with him and I did the best I could. I sucked, I licked, I did it all.

I gagged slightly as his cock hit the back of my throat and lifted my hands to his thighs. His hand gathered my hair in a makeshift ponytail as he guided my head back and forth.

"Hands down." His other hand swatted my hands down and I placed my hands on my own thighs. "Good girl."

I moaned at the praise and his hand tightened in my hair. He pulled me off his cock and I took air in as I looked up. His hand wiped the drool off my chin.

"On the bed, pretty thing." He ordered and I stood on shaky legs as I turned to face the bed. I walked towards it and turned around, ready to lie back. "Hands and knees."

I spun around and crawled up the bed, placing my hands on the sheets and giving him the view of my ass and pussy. I heard him walk closer and the anticipation was killing me.

Would he go straight for my clit? Would he run his hands up and down my back? Would he squeeze my ass?

I need something.

"Please." I muttered before I realized.

I noticed his hand freeze in mid-air.

"Please, what? Please touch you? Please fuck you? Be specific, slut." His hand came down on my ass in a spank. I jolted at the slight sting.

"Please...please..." I trailed off. What did I want? "Please touch me, Sir."

"Here?" He placed his hand on my back. "Here?" His hand roamed down and squeezed my breast. "Here?" His hand moved to grip my neck. "I said...be...specific." He repeated, squeezing my throat.

"Please touch my clit." My voice was a bit strained.

His hand slapped my ass again. "Are you forgetting something, slut?"

"Please touch my clit, Sir." I corrected myself again.

"That's twice now." He said, releasing my throat and running his hand down my body.

"I'm sorry, Sir." I apologized, my voice went high as he circled my clit. It felt so good.

Two fingers entered me and I suddenly felt his tongue on my pussy. I moaned louder as my hands gripped the sheets. My walls clenched around his fingers as the the need to orgasm got stronger.

"Can I cum, Sir?" I asked. "Please."

Then it stopped.

His fingers left me and his mouth moved away. My hips tried to follow but he smacked my ass, leaving me with another stinging sensation.

"No. You may not. That's one." He said.

One? One what?

"O...One?" I muttered, rolling my hips in the air desperate to feel something.

"You're gonna give me another edge." His hands returned to my cunt.

My hands gave out and I pressed my face into the bed.

His tongue returned and I grabbed the sheets. His fingers got faster and the build up began.

"Please, Sir." I begged.

"No." He answered.

I felt tears enter my eyes at the thought of being denied again.

"Please!" Please." I begged again as I moaned loudly.

"No." His other hand slapped my clit, causing me to jolt. He held me in place as my walls, once again, clenched around his fingers.

I was ready to beg with full on tears but the touch was gone and so was my orgasm. I cried into the sheets as I heard him remove his pants.

He kneeled behind me before leaning over my form so his mouth was beside my ear.

"If you think you're cumming on anything but my cock, you've got a rude awakening, sweetheart." His cock teased my lips before he pushed inside. I gasped at the feeling.

His hands grabbed my hair and yanked my head back to his chest. He pounded into me over and over.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed the room. His cock barely left my cunt as he fucked me.

"I can feel you milking my cock." He grunted into my ear.

"Please...can I cum, Sir?" I begged, tears in my eyes.

"Wait." He commanded, continuing to piston his hips.

His fingers slipped down and began circling my clit, causing me to cry out. Holding back this orgasm was hard...but I wasn't going to break the rule.

His other hand released my hair and wrapped around the front of my neck, pulling my head back against his shoulder. His lips attacked my neck, sucking and biting at the skin.

"Cum." He gave the go and I let go. I let out a short moan-scream as my walls clenched his cock. I felt his seed spill inside and he slowly released me, lowering me onto the sheets.

It took a moment to ground myself and when I did, my face was laying on his chest, his hand rubbing up and down my back.

"Hi, love." He looked down at me.

"Hi." I gave a smile in return.

He kissed my forehead before kissing my lips. "You did so good for me."

I always did.