Day 15 - Friday 31st May
When Lucy awoke, the sun was shining through the window. Remembering she had to be at work today, she frantically searched around for Steve's bedroom clock but relaxed when she read 5:17. It was early, but she had actually fallen asleep very early last night too. She had fallen asleep in Steve's arms and they were both still lying next to each other, him in shorts and t-shirt, her naked.
Her lower half ached. She touched her hand to her ass and winced; it was still sore. Last night had been an experience, and not one that she had enjoyed at all. She shuddered as she recalled the caning she had received and hoped that she would not have to go through that again. She was pretty sure Steve wouldn't do that to her without good reason. And she had control over whether Steve had good reason or not. If she did what was asked, if she didn't disobey, then she wouldn't need to be punished like that. She knew she was going to be spanked whenever Steve felt like it, and she was happy with that. But a caning was a proper punishment. Something that only happened when deserved.
The funny thing was that she had no bad feelings towards Steve. She didn't resent him for it. As she gazed at his squashed face against the pillow, mouth open, nose wrinkled and snoring, with a small pool of drool on the pillow, looking probably the most unattractive she had ever seen him, she smiled and actually felt closer to him. As though last night had taken their relationship to the next level. If it even was a relationship.
She was also grateful for the care he had shown once the caning was over. He had been so gentle, and although he had obviously wanted to hurt her, she knew he didn't want to damage her. As though he wanted to look after what was his. And she was his.
After laying there peacefully for half an hour or so, she gingerly got up and stretched her arms and legs. They were stiff and sore. She was not looking forward to doing another full day at work today. After a brief, painful trip to the bathroom (she didn't think to sit on the toilet seat gently, and grimaced as she felt her raw ass hit the cold plastic), she went downstairs and put some coffee on. She poured two cups, black, just how he liked it. She didn't usually like coffee that much -- certainly not black like this -- but it just felt right today. She put them on the bedside table and crept into bed beside Steve.
It was now gone six, and given Steve was also working today, probably time he got up. He certainly needed to get up now if Lucy was going to be fucked before he left. And as she had gradually woken up this morning her pussy reminded her that it hadn't had any action for almost three days.
She went under the covers, rolled Steve onto his back and undid the zip on his shorts. She then fished out the cock that she very rarely saw this limp and smiled to herself at the thought of waking him up in this way.
Deciding that she would actually like him to see her as he woke up, she pulled the covers from him, straddled his legs, and lowered her mouth to his placid penis. It felt funny sucking it like this, being able to squeeze it with her mouth, mould it around her tongue and bend it so much. It was also so much smaller, and she could very easily manage to fit the whole thing in her mouth. So much so that her nose was tickled by his pubic hair.
She sucked it gently, holding onto the base to keep it as upright as possible, but it wasn't too long before that was unnecessary. The cock gradually expanded, filling her mouth, becoming harder and harder until finally it became rigid and it became more like the blow job that she was used to giving.
His unconscious response spurred her on, and her sucking became more vigorous, as she greedily worked on his full length.
It took Steve a while to work out what was going on as he woke up, but not that long. He glanced down towards his groin and took in the sight of his slut working hard on his cock. Fucking hell! What a way to wake up!
Steve let out a long groan, before saying "Good morning slut".
Lucy briefly lifted herself enough to allow Steve's cock to fall from her mouth and reply with "Good morning, Master" before quickly getting back to work.
This was good. This was the way to wake up and Lucy was certainly getting very good at sucking cock. And he was enjoying watching her, seeing her pretty little face look up to him with his cock obscenely filling her mouth. She looked hungry for sex.
Given Steve had cum last night, he was able to hold on longer than he did yesterday and he still had a long way to go. He was fully awake now though and that look in her eye made up his mind for him.
"Come here, slut" he told her, gently, and she let his cock fall out of her mouth again, gave him another hungry look and slowly crawled up the length of his body, until she was eye to eye with him. Steve lifted his head to meet hers and gave her a kiss. Lucy reciprocated and the kisses became more passionate as they opened their mouths to each other and let their tongues explore each other's mouth.
Steve reached underneath Lucy and grabbed his cock. He lifted it up and guided it into her waiting pussy. He thought that her backside would still be painful and having her on top would be easier for her. He saw no reason to be causing her any pain right now and was so delighted to see what she did for him this morning. He had worried that she might react badly to what he did last night, but there was definitely no evidence of that.
He let her slowly descend on him, allowing his cock to gradually fill her up as she closed her eyes and let out a gasp. Her pussy was sopping wet and his cock met no resistance. Once he was all the way in, he pulled her close to him and began kissing her once again. He slowly started bucking his hips, allowing his cock to slide in and out by about an inch each time, while his lips remained glued to hers and his tongue continued to slide along hers.
Lucy felt amazing. She was so ready for this. Two whole days without him, without his cock in her pussy, without an orgasm. And now she was filled by him. They had just begun, but this so far was very different from any sex they had had before. It was so gentle, so intimate. While she absolutely loved being roughly fucked, being pounded by Steve, there was something special about what was happening right now.
She let her body move in time with Steve and they got into a steady rhythm. Not fast, certainly not hard, but just gentle rocking, his cock slowly going in and out, in and out. Her legs were on the bed either side of his, and she brought them in close so that the whole length of her legs were touching him in some way, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, as if to maximise the amount of skin-to-skin contact.
The slowness of the sex was both frustrating and amazing. It was tormenting her, driving her crazy. She had to keep holding herself back from speeding up and riding Steve properly. But it wouldn't have felt right -- this was gentle, sensual love making. This was not fucking.
Neither said anything to the other, aside from regular gasps and other involuntary sounds. Neither wanted to spoil the moment. This was probably also the longest they had fucked. The gentleness meant that they were both able to last longer, but only for so long.