"Get on the bed", he growled as he shoved me through the bedroom door, pushing me towards the bed. I broke my fall with my hands before laying there, half propping myself up on my elbows, looking up at him.
"Clothes off." he demanded, enjoying watching me panic as I scrambled out of my skimpy, lacy top and sexy, skin-tight black jeans. I laid there naked beneath his scrutinising stare. Even beneath his hard persona, he couldn't hide the lust and appreciation in his eyes for my soft, curvaceous body. I must have been holding my breath subconsciously, because as soon as he grabbed my hair and pulled me onto my back, I exhaled deeply, revelling in his roughness. He straddled me and leant forward, kissing me slowly, but hard. He knew how much I loved to feel his weight on top of me, consuming me, letting me know that I was his.
"Does my dirty slut want me to do bad things to her?" he whispered hoarsely in my ear, enjoying my response of a quiet, low moan.
"Are you going to be a good girl for Sir and let me do as I please?" he continued.
Again, all I could do was moan in response.
"Answer me when I ask you a question whore!" he shouted, jolting me back to reality.
"Yes Sir, you can do anything you want to me, I'm yours" I replied.
He half smiled, seeming satisfied with my response. He sat back up, tracing a single one of his fingers from my soft, pink lips, down my neck, pausing and then continuing his long torturous assault down to my breasts, licking his finger and circling each nipple in turn until they became rock hard. Content with the effect he was already having on my body, he carried on the trail of his finger, down my stomach and to my soft, hairless, wet pussy. He traced down the edges of my groin, laughing at how I arched my hips up towards his hand, trying to get him to touch the sweet spot that he knew I so desperately wanted him to touch. He made me squirm like this for at least another 5 minutes, knowing how much I hated it, but loved it at the same time.
Finally I felt the first delicious touch of his finger on my clitoris. Circling round and round, ever so gently, just enough to elicit a reaction out of me. Before I even had chance to enjoy the pleasure, his finger was doing a return journey back up my body on the path it had just taken, stopping once again to circle both of my nipples. When he finally reached my mouth, he parted my lips with the finger that had just been pleasuring me and whispered "taste it".
I closed my eyes, sucking deeply on his finger, really putting on a show for him and grinning in satisfaction when I heard a moan of pleasure escape his lips. I knew how to get him going and this was one of the many ways to do so.
"Keep your eyes closed slave" he ordered, withdrawing his wet finger from my mouth, much to my disappointment. I did as he said, and listened carefully to what he was doing on the other side of the room. I heard a draw open and before I knew it, I could feel him back at my side, gently lifting my head and tying something around it. A blindfold. I should have guessed. Though actually, Sir was so unpredictable that I never actually knew what he had planned for me. It was what made our relationship so exciting.
Now I had one of my senses completely consumed, all I could do was rely on my other ones to try and guess what he was up to. I heard the draw open again. The draw where he kept all his hidden surprises, used to tease, pleasure and punish me. I squirmed with excitement when I heard the faint buzzing of the vibrator from the other side of the room.
