For Colt, if not for you i probably never would have written this.
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"It's time."
Rubbing my eyes, I rolled onto my back. The sheets were tangled beneath me and my body resonated with a lovely sense of bonelessness that came from really great sex. I shoved my tumbled hair out of my eyes.
Dressed in black sweatpants and nothing else, you towered over the bed. Your hair sleep tousled and looking sexy in a rumpled, I-just-got-out-of-bed kind of way.
"What is it time for?" I glanced at the clock, my eyes widening at the time. "It's only 2am, it's time to sleep."
"On the contrary, it's time to play."
The playful gleam in your eyes ignited an answering heat in my body. Slipping from the bed I grabbed a T-shirt before falling into step behind you. You lead me a short distance down the hallway to a door at the end. Opening the door, you stepped aside for me to enter first.
It was pitch black and the scent of vanilla and leather teased my senses. You hit the wall switch and muted lighting flooded the room causing me to blink. When my eyes adjusted, my breath caught as I took in the chamber of delights in front of me.
"Come." You took my hand and led me to a massage table, my feet sinking into the plush red carpeting. "I think you will find this to your liking." The table was equipped with leather restraint devices for the hands and feet. A sensual shiver ran through my body.
I removed my T-shirt before taking your hand as you helped me onto the table. The padded leather cool beneath my buttocks, I shivered.
"It will warm up soon enough." You kissed the inside of my wrists as you secured each one. As you moved to fasten one of the restraints to my leg, you skimmed your hand down the inside of my thigh... "You're an exquisite submissive." You slipped the restraint around my ankle. You kissed my knee, sending a jolt of sensation along my nerves.
You picked up my other leg. Giving it the same treatment, you teased and caressed my flesh until I'm bound to the table, thighs spread wide.
"Your utterly responsive." My pussy clenched as I felt the gentle brush of your fingers along the narrow strip of my pubic hair. "Are you comfortable?"
I flexed my shoulders. "Yes, Master."
"Very good, my pet. It is very important for you to understand that in my domain, you must ask permission for release." You trailed your fingers over the soft swell of my belly, then between my breasts. Your eyes hot with sensual promise. "You must not come without my permission and, just because you ask, does not necessarily mean that you shall receive. Do you understand?" you said while you swirled your finger around one erect nipple.
"Yes." My voice came as a hiss. When you plucked the hardened bead, my pussy clenched.
"Do you know what really turns me on?" You asked.
I shook my head.
"Seeing you like this." You touched my nipple, a faint caress that brought a sound of protest from my lips as you moved away. "Your hair spread out on the table, your body so open to me and ready to slake my desires. You're so beautiful."
You bent and covered my nipple with your mouth, suckling one then the other. A moan escaped me as I allowed my eyes to close and i gave myself over to your mouth. In silent invitation I arched my back, pressing my buttocks into the soft leather.
You moved your hand between my thighs as you sucked harder on my nipple. Stroking the inside of my thigh, you released my nipple to trace a damp path down over my abdomen with your tongue, pausing to nip at my belly button. You stroked your fingers over my pussy and I moaned.
"Soon I will be inside you again." You said against my lower belly.
"Yes, Master..."
My words cut short as you entered me with one finger. Twisting against my restraints, I was both delighted and dismayed that they held me almost immobile. My fists knotted as you began to finger-fuck me.
"Your pussy is so sweet," Your voice was strained. "I want to sink my cock into you. I want to make you come beneath me until thoughts of any other man having you are obliterated from your memory."
At the first heated lap of your tongue over my clit, my hips arched as far as the restraints would allow. Moaning, I tried to spread my thighs further to invite you in, but the restraints held firm.
"My God, but you're the perfect submissive and I have to have you," you muttered. Stripping out of your sweatpants, you climbed onto the table between my thighs.
I sucked in a harsh breath as you lowered your body over mine, the broad head of your cock brushing the opening of my aching pussy. With your arms braced on either side of my body, your eyes closed as you entered me inch by slow inch. Your expression set as you pulled back slightly, before pushing in further until you were buried to the hilt. You pulled out then entered me again with a slow, rolling thrust. Your cock hit my sweet spot and I moaned long, and low.
"Please, Master. Harder," I whispered.
You picked up the pace, thrusting in and out in deep, even thrusts. The table squeaked in unison to your movements and I lost myself in your effortless sensuality. I was beyond coherant thought other than the need for release.
"More, please Master," I panted.
