His Property
By: Pat W. Banon
Finished Writing: June 7, 2024 Friday
His warm arms were wrapped around my body. I also skew on the warmer side, but even so, I very much love when we cuddle. Fortunately, so does he. I crave his physical affection. His arms have some muscle, but you wouldn't mistake him for a body-builder. He sometimes tells me that he goes to the gym for me, because I deserve him at his best. It's a sweet sentiment, but I always respond that he already looks so beautiful. That causes him to reveal his beautiful smile. When the relationship first started, his teeth made me feel insecure, since some of mine are crooked. I told him about this insecurity of mine early on in our relationship, whilst cuddling like we are now, and he looked at me and said: "I love your smile, crooked teeth and all, and there's nothing I would change about your body even if I could."
These kind words made me want to cry from happiness. I hugged him tightly and allowed myself a tear. He snuggled me in return, stroking my back as I delighted in the security he gave me. I may not be perfect, but to him, I was pretty damn close. I still remember that moment to this day. He returned to the couch and sat back down next to me as I finished reminiscing on that fine event. He once again wrangled his arms around my body and pulled me close. I hugged him back. I looked at his hands, reminding me of another time, the time I found out the magic his fingers were capable of.
The way he masturbated me... I didn't think was possible before I met him. Well, I knew it was possible, but when I was the one doing it. But with him, he was and is able to pleasure my body even better than I could when I rolled solo, which was often before him. I'm not one for one-night-stands or friends-with-benefits. Granted, I'm not waiting till marriage either, but I know I get attached easily, so sex with people I don't love doesn't tickle my fancy. But his hands... now THAT did tickle my fancy, and by tickle my fancy, I mean made me cum faster than I'd like to admit. We always like to take our time when we're fooling around, and I guess that lack of stress to orgasm quickly was in part what allowed me to cum as fast I sometimes do with him.
And don't get me started on his mouth. I enjoy talking to him, but I enjoy his head between my thighs just as much. Maybe even a little more at times. The slow strokes of his tongue on my clit... I feel my arousal build just at the thought. The way he wrapped his arms around thighs and rested his hands firmly on my waist, holding me in place. I'm feeling turned-on just reminiscing on the memories. Surely he wouldn't notice if I stuck my hand between my legs. Slowly, I bring my right hand, the one wrapped around his back, away from him and towards my pussy. I wonder if he will catch me.
He's seemingly aloof thus far. I feel my cunt, already a bit wet. I gently start rubbing my clit. I try to focus on controlling my breath. I try not to grind my hips whilst I close my eyes. I imagine what he'll do if he catches me. Will I be able to cum before he notices? Will he taste me after I orgasm?
"What the hell are you doing?!" he says almost angrily. I guess I didn't have to wait long to find out his reaction. He firmly pulled my hand from my wet cunt, revealing the slight glisten that was on my middle and ring finger. "This is my job, not your's," he stated, making sustained eye contact with me. He put my two wet fingers in his mouth and licked them clean, causing my disobedient vagina to become even more aroused. "I love the way you taste," he says in an almost moan as he pulls me close.
"Take your pants off," he instructs, so I do. "Underwear as well slut," he barks. There's something about someone as kind as him calling me a slut that makes me want to act like one. But not just any slut, his slut... and I like, no, I love being his slut. I slip off my underwear, rendering me naked under the large cover we shared. "Try not to make me tell you every step, spread your legs damn-it," I leave one leg where it is, and the other I let hang off the couch. My pussy was spread-eagle for him. "Good," he whispered as he began to stroke my clit with his left thumb. He stops for just a moment, and then, impact. I feel him spank my pussy with a tasteful amount of force. "That's for touching yourself without my permission. I don't know how many times I have to tell you, this belongs to me!" he states as he squeezes my pussy lips together.
"But I was so horny, I couldn't help myself," I say tauntingly as I grabbed his hard cock through his shorts.
"Now now," he replies as he moves my hand away "Let's focus on you for the time being," he adds as he moves my hand back to my clit. He notices my confusion. "Follow my command, I'll let you get close, but you must not stray from what I tell you to do," he tells me as he caresses my face. "Now, stroke your cunt, slowly," he whispers in my ear. I do as I'm told. I feel his hand reaching my breast. His fingers begin caressing my nipples. My cunt wants him. I don't know how long I'll last. I find myself speeding up. "I didn't tell you to increase the pace, now, as I stated, slowly rub your clit." I correct my transgression. I continue to masturbate myself slowly. I feel him start to softly nibble and kiss my neck.
"Can I please speed up?" I ask him.
"Not yet," he replies. "Using your free hand, put one finger in your wet pussy for me," I do so, awaiting further instruction. I consider stimulating my g-spot without his permission. Would he spank me again? Part of me hopes so. Before I could decide to commit the treason, he instructs me to remove my finger. "Now let me taste you," he said quietly into my ear. I brought my wet middle finger to his mouth. He sucked it in a similar way that I suck his dick. He truly loved the way I tasted — he seemed almost in a trance. Soon after he removed my finger from his mouth, he spoke: "go about medium speed on your clit,", and so I did. The increase in speed had immediate effects on my body. I can feel myself getting close to getting close. I know once he instructs me to increase my speed once more, I'll last less than five minutes if that. I go to kiss his very hard cock, but alas, he stops me. "We're focusing on you for now, understood?, don't make me repeat myself. I'll make sure your mouth stays busy after you cum," he said as he brushed my hair out of my eyes.
I continue to rub my clit at a medium speed. More soft whisper-like moans begin to leave my mouth. I know how badly he wants me to blow him, which makes his insistent focus on my pleasure coming first, no pun intended, even hotter. I kiss his erection through his shorts to tease him.
"Are you sure you don't want to cum before I do? I wouldn't mind, I know you're not a selfish lover," I tell him teasingly.
"I'm sure," he assures me "but I won't allow this temptation to continue," he rolls off the couch and gets on his knees. "I'm hungry for a different kind of meal babe," he tells me as he kisses my inner thigh near my pussy. I decide against standing on ceremony. I swing my other leg that's still on the couch around his head. His mouth is where I like it to be, between my legs.
