"Sharleen, you have three seconds to strip, lay naked before me, or... I will rip these clothes from your flesh." Joss explained calmly. His almond eyes flickered with power, the power he has over me.
"What of my story Joss? Don't you like it?" I asked. I was right in the middle of reading an erotic tale of a master slave relationship aloud to him.
"Oh I enjoy your story. One." He said low, demanding crossing his arms against the bare muscles of his hairless chest. I set the book aside marking my page and pulled my blue jeans and black panties off. I knew he really would rip it all off of me. My struggling would only encourage him to rip the material from me.
"Two."
I slid my black shirt and bra over my head. Brown hair flung to my bare shoulders. Joss smiled and said "Three." as he spread my legs apart. I of course resisted now that my clothes were gone. I couldn't possibly allow him him to believe I would just cave to all of his demands. Besides It's not much fun without foreplay and he like my disobedience at times.
"How am I supposed to read if you are doing that?" I semi whimpered looking up from the rim of my glasses, pressing my legs together harder as his strong hands only half attempted to bring my knees apart.
"Practice." He replied a sly grin played a crossed his face. His eyes twinkled. Was it anticipation? Or just what he knew he could do to me? "Keep reading" Joss bent down low kissing my inner thigh. I let one leg fall slightly open. After all I did enjoy his lips. I proceeded to read the story aloud. It was a tale of spanking. I don't much care for spankings, it was more the power the man had over the woman in test. She wanted to try spanking. What the girl didn't realize was that her husband/master aloud a friend to do it in front of four other guests at a dinner party.
Oh that feels nice. When did Joss get there? I hesitated several times attempting not to concentrate on his tongue lashings to my sensitive clit. I had to be stronger and keep my mind off... oh but I can't help liking the soft velvet whip he used to torment me, lapping away with such ease and eagerness. I read a few more lines aloud concentrating harder on every word which blurred with every passing stroke of his slick tongue. I looked at the words on the page. Where was I? Oh there. I can handle this, look only a few short paragraphs left. Mmm...... that's really good.
I finally finished and let my legs spread as far open as possible and still I wanted them further apart. I watched his head move gently between my legs. Listened to the sound of his generous lashings, then closed my eyes in pleasure. No real words needed to be said between us. Just reactions. Hip movements up and down. His hands held me firmly only adding to my pleasure. I was teetering on the edge. The soft pressure building gently up swaying soft groans from my lips.