Thank you all who sent such positive comments or simply enjoyed the first part of this story. I'm sorry for the delay in posting this, alas life can get in the way at times.
"Must you ruin my post orgasm glow with that smug look?"
"It's not my fault you can't handle losing. Besides what you are really pissed about is that you know you didn't lose to me, you lost to yourself. For such a control freak, you certainly didn't show much control."
My eyes glare red hot through you trying to be mad at you knowing deep down that you are right. I am not mad at you in the least, but I can't very well give the look of death to myself now can I? I turn away for a moment trying to clear my head and enjoy the last waves of pleasure that are still crashing over me.
"You really have got to learn that not having control can bring more pleasure than you think. You don’t have to be riding my cock barking orders at me for me to see you as or for you to feel like a sex goddess. Honestly hun, watching you when you stop that and just become so consumed with getting off is just as fucking sexy. And the fact that you have the two of them combined makes me cum so hard I fear my brain is going to just ooze out of my ear one of these days."
"Oh baby, now that’s a hot visual," I snicker.
"Oh you know what I mean. Now shut up and spread your legs. Its time for me to claim my spoils."
I do as you command. My legs spread apart, exposing my slit. Your hand moves up my thigh, your fingers reach my sex, still warm and wet. They dip into my folds rubbing back and forth gathering the remnants of my orgasm. Lifting your fingers to your face, breathing in my sent before you taste the evidence of my pleasure.
Your eyes scan the floor clearly looking for something but what I don’t know. You lean down and pick up something as you lift it I see its your tie. You take my hands and lift them over my head then stop dropping the tie to the floor.
"No, that’s too easy. I think my little control freak needs another chance to prove how much control she really has," you say as a wicked smile plays across your lips.
Hands tracing down my arms over my breasts, my stomach, passing over my mound and then down my legs. Your eyes following every movement, burning my skin.
"No touching, no moving your legs. No taking anything into that mouth that I don't put there. You lose control this time and not only do I stop, but I will tie those hands and leave you there." All the playfulness is lost in your voice, I'm well aware that you are completely serious.
My body responds to your authoritative tone with greater arousal even as my mind begins to fill with apprehension. Straddle my chest you start to stroke your cock, squeezing it, tugging on it. So close to my face yet impossible for me to have. My eyes transfixed watching it harden, my mouth longing to take it in, to taste the sweat on your shaft. My tongue dying to swirl in your hole and lap up the first tastes of your pre cum. The frustration arouses me more than I ever expected it could. The first drops come to your head and a small sigh escapes my lips. Smiling, your thumb brushes across your head gathering them. Moving your thumb under my nose, the musty smell of cum and sweat filling my nostril. My eyes begging, you rub my bottom lip. My tongue licking at my lips, your offering only making me more aware of how at your mercy I am.
Turning around, your lips softly kissing down my body. Your hard cock dangles in front of me teasing me. My eyes fixed on it, watching the veins pulse my breath joining your rhythm.