A blindfold is snug around her head as she waits for her Dom to return. He said good things would come to her tonight and He never lies.
Although it has only been minutes since He told her to kneel and wait, it feels like a century before she hears His heavy boots coming down the hall. He enters the room and firmly closes the door behind Him. His steps are slow and calculated as He circles her, taking in her posture, her hard nipples, her parted mouth. She hopes she pleases Him. It doesn't matter how many times He's seen her naked, kissed her flesh, driven Himself inside her; every time she feels His eyes on her is like the first.
He suddenly strokes her hair. Her head turns, pressing into the touch. Strange that just the faint promise of His fingers can make her wet. She makes a sound in the back of her throat. Just like that, His hand is gone.
Minutes pass and she doesn't even hear Him breathing. Another person might think He somehow left the room, but she knows He's still with her. His stare bears down on her and she can smell Him. It warms her belly, that strong, masculine, woody scent that clings to His skin. She loves it even more when it clings to her own after He's had her.
He moves again, stepping just in front of her. He strokes her jaw. His fingers whisper across her lips. Even if she wasn't blindfolded, she'd have to shut her eyes; His gaze would be too much. It's the very best kind of torture.
"I don't want you to speak tonight until I tell you so." His fingers skim down her throat. "In fact, I don't want you to make any noise at all. Understood?"
He waits, probably to see if she'll disobey and answer. It wouldn't be the first time she accidentally spoke when He gave such a command. This time she stays silent, eager for whatever He'll give her next.
The sound of His zipper sliding down hardens her nipples. Pleasure slides down her spine and her body hums with anticipation. The wetness between her legs is unbearable and she shifts, pressing her thighs together to get one pulse of ecstasy.
Of course nothing escapes His notice. His strong hands are suddenly on her thighs, pushing her legs further apart. Her knees nearly buckle from the force of the movement. It's a warning that she understands.
Don't be greedy.
He straightens himself up above her and fists her hair tightly. She feels a slick, spongy hardness pressing against her cheek. It takes a near impossible strength of will not to moan or sigh. She catches the scent of His cock and her mouth waters. Her pussy begs. He pushes it against her lips.
"Kiss it," he orders.
She's happy to comply. Her lips purse and she gives the head a full kiss. The precum sticks to her and she can't help but move her lips. He doesn't deny her this.
But then her greediness wins out. Her pussy overrules her mind and she slips out her tongue to give one decisive lick.
She hears Him gasp. He lets go of her hair and pulls away.
"Did I say to lick my cock?"
He gives her cheek a quick slap.
"Stand up. "
She manages it on shaky legs. His mouth quickly surrounds her nipple and she has to bite her lip to keep from crying out. His clever tongue circles and sucks. Just as she gets used to the pleasure he grabs her other breast with his hand, massaging and flicking her nipple. It's too much and she moans.
His teeth come down on her nipple. Another warning.
Fingers dance down her stomach. There's an all too brief stroke of her soaking lips. That delicious mouth of His switches to the other breast to torment her some more.
His naughty fingers trace the cheeks of her ass, dipping into the crevice. They circle around the hole, threatening to enter. Then they travel back around to her wet cunt. They slide through the wetness and push against her desperate clit.
He hums against her breast just before He takes his mouth away. His hands leave her, too. It's complete torture, but the sweetest kind.
"Kneel," he says.
She drops down again. The blindfold is lifted so that now she can meet his intense eyes. He still has His jeans pulled up but His shirt is gone. She licks her lips, wishing she could run her tongue against his skin, that she could devour Him. But she must wait until He tells her to, until He offers what He thinks she deserves.
"Take my jeans off."
Her hands pull them down slowly. He's as still as a statue; He doesn't help her progress in any way and so it takes her longer than usual to complete the task. Eventually they pool down to His ankles and He steps out of them.
His cock is so deliciously hard. It points at her as if claiming her for His pleasure. Her fists clench to keep her from reaching out.
The Master comes to her, lifting her chin up so that her eyes come back to His. "Suck me."
Her mouth all too happily encircles Him, lovingly tonguing His cock. He sighs and runs a hand through her hair.
She bobs up and down, delighting in the flow of precum filling her mouth. She pulls off, rubbing her lips against His head. Her eyes flicker back up to His gaze. The heat there makes the emptiness of her pussy almost unbearable.
His hold on her hair tightens. Even though He doesn't speak, she understands His message. He wants it faster, harder. Nastier.
She spits on it and kisses the tip. Her lips nibble down the side. His balls are heavy and delicious-looking; she can't help giving them a swipe of her tongue. Hearing her Master's pleased moan makes her smile.
She takes Him back into her mouth, letting His cock slide deep inside. She hollows out her cheeks to tighten around Him as her tongue flicks across His head faster and faster.
His fist pulls her hair and she knows He's about to fuck her mouth. She wants one last opportunity to give her own brand of pleasure, so she quickly sucks her mouth down onto Him, letting the head hit her throat. He groans and pushes her face closer to him, gagging her. The sound of her choking is as much of an aphrodisiac to her as it is to Him. He holds her there for a moment and then tugs her off.
Though her eyes are tearing, she can make out His focused features. She loves it when He looks at her like that, so intent and purposeful. Before she can catch her breath, His cock is back in her mouth. He pulls out and then dips back in a couple of more times.
And then it's time. He threads his fingers into her hair on both sides of her face and starts to fuck her mouth.
"Do you like my cock in that dirty mouth of yours?"
She catches herself before she answers.
He fucks her so hard that her knees slide her away from Him. He yanks her back by her hair. He whispers filthy things to her she can't quite make out above the chaos of her own breathing. Spit travels down her chin, her breasts. It's sloppy and fast and deep.
He slows down after a while, thrusting into her mouth in leisurely-timed movements. And then He fiercely clutches her hair and forces His cock back into her mouth, lodging the tip of it down her throat. Her stomach jumps and her pussy clenches on nothingness.
She takes in quick bursts of air through her nose as He starts to fuck her throat. Their eyes never wander from each other's as His head pushes into the soft velvet of her throat. Rapidly He throat-fucks her, groaning and sweating as He works them both into a frenzy. His balls smack against her chin.
Then He eases off of her to let her regain some of her breath, only to fuck His way back into her throat again. She can feel His balls tightening, that telltale swell of his cock. She wonders if He'll cum in her mouth. Her stomach growls at the thought; she could use a good meal of Him tonight.
But just as she revels at the thought, He finally releases her. His cock is wet in the dim light. She eyes it hungrily but wisely stays kneeling, awaiting His next command.
He's breathing heavily, stroking His cock at a controlled pace. His eyes roam hungrily over her. She feels the love in the weight of His gaze.
He gestures for her to stand with His free hand. Her legs wobble as she rises but she manages to keep herself up. She wipes her dripping chin and tilts her head down to the floor.
''Spread your pussy for me. I want to see how wet you are."
Her fingers pull her lips apart. She has to beg herself not to linger, not to press too hard. He'd be most displeased.
She bares her shiny cunt to Him. His lips curl up into a smirk.
"You're such a whore, aren't you? A cock-hungry whore. Look at how wet you are."
He comes to her and rubs His cock against her hip. "You're so wet. Stick your fingers in that slutty pussy and feel it. Feel how much of a whore you are."
She obeys immediately. He's right; she is outrageously wet.
"Just sucking your Master's cock could make you cum, couldn't it?"
His wet cock slides over her hip and onto her stomach. He pulls back just enough so that He can slide His hand between them. He rubs her stomach, the top of her pussy. He tugs on her slippery lips. They press against her clit and she inhales deeply.
Then He surprises her by plunging three of His thick fingers into her cunt. A guttural cry escapes her before she can stop herself. His slick fingers pull out and clutch her chin, lifting it so that she can see the displeasure on His beautiful face.
"Naughty thing."
Although He's disappointed in her, she loves when He calls her naughty. And He's said it in just the voice that makes her shiver. As if He can read her mind, a brief and amused smile crosses His face. He slips the fingers drenched in her cum into her mouth.
"Suck."
She tastes herself. He watches her through heavy eyelids.
Roughly He grabs the flesh of her hips and throws her on the bed. She lands on her ass and elbows.
