***I hope that you, as readers, will enjoy this as much as I did writing it.***
I have to dance for you. You have told me that all you want from me now is to see the sensual swaying of my body to the music. I smile, of course, with my head down. Dancing for you is something that I rarely get to do, but it is something that I know you treasure. I rise from my knees, a perfected stance that I learned only from your teaching, and close my eyes as I feel the music wash over me.
I see you settle back into your chair as I look at you from beneath my lashes. The tempo is not fast, but not slow...moderate and soothing. This allows me to move sensually, smoothly, with long sinuous movements that connect my soul to the music. After a few minutes of dancing only, I take a step forward and bend at the waist, running my hands up my leg to my thigh, undoing the garters and allowing it to snap back as I release it. Bending still, I hook my thumbs onto the top of the stocking and slowly slide it down my leg, looking up at you as I do this. I repeat this move with the other stocking, until both legs are bare. Slowly swaying my hips, my hands slide up my belly to my breasts. I run my hands over them and as my fingertips pass over my nipples, I squeeze them through the fabric of my bra, just for a minute and let go, continuing my hands up my neck and under my hair.
You stand up and I see you come towards me. The look in your eyes is almost dangerous, definitely arousing, and it takes my breath away. I feel your hands run up my arms and over my shoulders. You turn me, so that my back is against your chest and I feel your hardness press into the small of my back. You run your hand up my neck and into my hair, gripping and pulling back and to the side. Your teeth graze and nip along my neck and shoulder. I gasp at the sudden attention and you chuckle.
"You know I can never let you get through a whole dance, pet." You say.
Your voice is thick with desire and I sigh and melt against you. We walk forwards, until my thighs meet the edge of something. I look down and it is the table. You push me forward, pressing my chest into the table and I feel your hands run up and down the length of my spine. You undo my bra and slid the straps over my shoulders; lifting me, just enough to slide the bra off me. You press me back down. I feel the coldness of the table and instantly my nipples harden, harder now from the coolness and from the arousal that is building. Your movements become impatient and I can feel your hands moving more swiftly to rid me of the rest of the clothing I am wearing.
"So many damned clothes!" I hear you grumble and I stifle a giggle. You laugh softly and then I feel it. A sharp stinging smack to my ass.
"Laughing at me, pet? Mmmm...you know better." The tone in your voice is playful and sweet. Another smack to my ass and I moan just a bit. I feel your hand rub my ass where you spanked me, feeling the warmth begin. You slide your hand between my legs and feel how you are making me wet, dipping your finger inside my pussy, teasing me. I wiggle my hips back and forth, and you slide your finger in a little deeper, pulling it out and running it up to my clit. Teasing my clit with one hand, you bring down your hand fast, this time smacking my ass harder than before. I cry out, biting my lip from the pleasure and pain of it all. I can feel you rubbing my clit, all the while spanking me, alternating between hard and soft spankings. My body tenses and you sense my impending orgasm. You cease your attentions to my clit and bend down, rubbing my red and burning ass, massaging it as you urge my legs wider.
"Don't cum." is all you say.
"Please...?" I moan and then I feel you tongue. You bathe me with it, running the length of me, swirling around my clit, dipping into my pussy. You pull back and turn me around, lifting me up onto the table, kneeling again before me and pressing your mouth to my pussy.
I begin to buck, whimpering and moaning. I beg, plead with you to please let me come, but you refuse. Tears begin to roll down my face, the need is so intense, the feeling of your tongue and teeth on my clit almost too much to bear.
