Together Again 22

"Mistress," Fallon breathed, his voice came out just above a whisper. He hadn't seen her for a year now since he moved to a different state, but there she was standing in front of him, near his place of work.

Sierra was still as beautiful as ever. A curvy slender figure, with tits that smothered him every chance she had. She was wearing a simple v-neck sweater with tight jeans and heeled boots. Fallon's fingers twitched as he noticed the purse she was carrying, usually he would be holding her purse.

"Pet," she said in reply. Sierra wasn't taller than Fallon but with those heels she was wearing she was looking down at him.

"I was just on my way home," Fallon said, gesturing his head down the street and began to walk. Not to walk away from Sierra but rather to get away from the office building as quickly as possible. Sierra fell into step beside him.

He was still adjusting to her presence as they walked back toward his car. It had been so long. They broke up amicably due to him landing this job. Sierra had a life in the city he used to live in and he didn't want to rip her away from that so he made the decision for the both of them. Although it had been twelve long months the flame between them was almost as strong as ever.

"This is my car," Fallon said as they stepped beside a blue sedan. Sierra nodded and they both got in.

The pressure in Fallon's body faded as they were finally afforded a semblance of privacy.

"You didn't call," he said, turning to face her. He was parked a few streets away so he wasn't worried about anyone knocking on his window.

"I wanted to surprise you," she replied.

Fallon nodded. "I'm not seeing anyone."

Sierra's eyes widened. "I didn't ask, but that's good to know." She gave him a pleased smile as soon as she gathered herself, his blurted omission seemed to catch her off guard.

"Well, you didn't need to ask, you're here."

Sierra nodded. She reached out and cupped Fallon's chin. His eyes were set on hers in an instant. They were hazel and had these swirls in them that practically hypnotised him.

"I missed you, sweetheart."

Fallon wasn't about to get hurt twice. As much as he wanted to give into his body and just be with Sierra even if it was for one last time. He had to use his head, he had to be a big boy.

"Why are you here?" Damn, his voice cracked. He wrapped his hand around Sierra's wrist. She dropped her hand.

"I lost my job. I found a new one, close by," she said.

Fallon's heart clenched. "Have you taken it yet?"

She shook her head. "Not yet."

"That's why you're here..." it was more of a statement on his part then a question but Sierra nodded anyway. Fallon didn't know what to say, he put his key in the ignition and started the drive back to his town house.

***

"Your home is so nice," Sierra said as they came through the front door.

"Thank you," he replied.

Fallon's heart was in his throat. He couldn't believe what was happening. They walked through the hallway and into the kitchen where he dropped his keys on the counter and then put his laptop on the dining room table. He didn't work from home much but when he did it doubled as his office.

"I don't know how to do this," he finally said, turning to face her. "We were apart for so long. Now you're here. Here. In my home. I thought I'd never see you again."

Sierra closed the distance between them so her tits were pressing against his chest. She cupped his cheek in one soft hand then kissed him.

Fallon's anxiety ripped at the seams. He kissed her back with fervour. She wrapped her legs around his waist as they continued. Her hands tangled through his hair, tugging on it, making him hurt just as he liked.

He walked them into the bedroom and lowered Sierra onto the mattress. She was ripping at his clothes in an instant. Fallon pulled his sweater off then Sierra ripped his button up.

"I'll buy you a new one, baby," she said as a blush spread across his cheeks.

She grabbed him by the hair and dragged him so he was the one laying on the mattress and she was on top.

Fallon laid there, a feeling coming over his body that he hadn't felt in such a long time.

Submission.

Sierra wrapped her hand around Fallon's throat as she straddled him.

"Are you going to be a good boy for me?" She asked in that dominating tone of hers.

"Yes, Mistress."

"You'll do whatever I want?"

"Anything, please."

Sierra smirked at him. Her hand released from his throat and soon she was removing his pants.

Fallon laid there with his hard cock desperate. His hand had been the only relief since he'd been gone from Sierra. Of course now that she was back it was doubtful she would allow him to masturbate.

Arousal shot up his spine.

Along with the anticipation of what was to come.

Fallon watched Sierra like a hawk. She got off the bed and gave him this look like don't move. Then she came back with her purse. Fallon's eyes narrowed in on it. What did she have in there?

Sierra pulled out two ropes. They were soft as to not hurt Fallon when she kept him tied for long periods. He'd recognise them anywhere.

His heart leapt as Sierra approached him. He knew better than to move. Sierra grabbed his wrist and tied him to the bedpost, then the other wrist, leaving him spread eagle.

"I want you too much to play games," she said.

Fallon nodded. "I need you."

Sierra smirked and then she began a strip tease. First was her sweater, that she was only wearing a bra underneath. Then she slipped her jeans off giving him a little show of her ass in a red thong. Finally she popped it all off. Fallon's cock hardened further if that was even possible. Sierra stalked toward the bed then straddled Fallon, lowering herself onto his cock.

"Fuck," he swore as her tight wet pussy squeezed him.

Sierra began to bounce hard and fast on Fallon's cock without warning. He clenched his fist as she squeezed him. His eyes shut as he focused on not coming. It had been a couple days since he took care of himself and now that she was here he was struggling not to explode. Sierra would often deny him for her pleasure, but now, after so much time apart, she was completely indulging him.

"Mistress," he groaned.

Sierra leaned over him, slapping his face as she bounced on his cock. He moaned in response. She slapped his other cheek before grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up.

"Suck on my tit," she demanded, shoving it into his face.

Fallon reached up desperately trying to please his Mistress.

She had the most sensitive tits that she could orgasm just by him sucking on them.

Sierra continued to bounce, moaning as Fallon got to work on her hard nipples.

Barely a few minutes passed when Sierra's pussy was spasming, her moans grew loud, and her movements erratic. She was orgasming right on top of Fallon whilst he was still sucking on her tits. She continued to bounce as she came down from her high.

"No more for you, greedy bitch," she said pulling her tits away from him.

Fallon whimpered, earning himself a slap on each cheek.

"Now, do you want to cum or not? If you cum, I get to punish you tomorrow. If not, I'll give you a reward."

There was no way she was going to say what the punishment or reward was. She wanted to fuck with his head.

Let the games begin. The mind fucking games.

"Let me cum, Mistress," he said.

Sierra dug her nails into his chest, kissing him as she bounced harder and faster. Pleasure was built to the brim in Fallon's body and he was ready to burst at any minute. Their lips parted and Sierra whispered, "cum."

A raging orgasm ripped through Fallon's body as he came deep inside his Mistress. This was a reward better then anything she could have thought up.

He let his head lull back as his orgasm subsided and Sierra removed herself from him.

"I'm going to love playing with your little ass tomorrow," she whispered as she curled up against him.

Fallon half coughed half choked in his shock. "I guess you're taking that job then."

"I am," she replied and kissed his cheek as she snuggled up into his chest, leaving him tied up.