(Thanks to my editor for this story Andiwant )
It is a cold, dreary, slushy, snowy, icky Saturday and the weather report doesn't say it's going to get any better as the day progresses. I get up at my normal, insanely early time. I know that if I don't go to the gym now, I'm not going to go at all. So I force myself to get dressed and head for the gym. Once I get there, I'm fine. It's just the getting there at 6:30 part, on my day off and in this kind of weather.
I work out for about two hours and make my way back home. I am looking forward to crawling back in my warm, snugly bed and getting a bit more sleep. When I walk into the kitchen, Mike is having breakfast at the table. His eyes roam over my long legs and tussled red hair and work-out clothes. He gets this mischievous look on his face and I know what he wants.
"No way, buddy boy. I'm taking a shower and going back to bed. You're on your own this morning."
Mike raises one of his eyebrows and I can almost hear him thinking 'Really? I don't think so.' But he doesn't say anything. I steal a bite of his breakfast and go to my room and turn on the electric blanket. I take a very quick shower and dry myself off. I slip on a clean pair of panties and crawl into my warm soft bed, sighing softly.
I am just starting to drift off, when the blanket gets pulled slowly away from my neck. I feel Mike leaning on the bed. He takes my wrist and raises it above my head. I open my eyes as I feel the cold metal around my wrist and hear the 'click' of the cuffs. Mike looks down at me with that same mischievous smile.
"I was just getting warm. I was just falling asleep!" I pout. I figured he was up to something in the kitchen, but I was just starting to get warm
"Too bad." He gently pulls my other arm over my head, slips the cuffs around the headboard and 'clicks' them around my other wrist.
With a flourish, he sweeps the blankets off me, and the cooler air hits my exposed body. My nipples start to get hard almost instantly. Mike slowly starts gliding his hands over my body. Down over my shoulders, my perky C-cup breasts, my stomach, down my thighs and up again. His hand finally settles between my legs as he starts rubbing my clit through my panties. Damn, that always feels good. His mouth begins working my tits, first one, and then the other. Licking, sucking, and biting until my nipples are hard as ice.
He asks if I'm getting warmer as his fingers slip under the waistband and draws my panties down my legs. Sometimes I play along, and sometimes I don't. I know by the look in his eye that he has no intention of stopping. So I'll tease him a little, just 'cause it's fun.
"I'm freezing, pull the blankets back on me."
Mike smiles and laughs a little. He slips his fingers between my legs again. I know I'm slick and wet down there, but he proves it. Pulling his finger out, he inspects them closely.
"I can't believe you'd be able to go to sleep like this anyway. Were you lying to me just then?" He presses the fingers against my lips. I let him slip them into my mouth, tasting my wetness.
In a much sterner voice he asks again: "Were you lying to me? I think you were. I know you were pressing your pussy against my fingers. I know how wet you are and I know how horny you always are. I think you were being a very bad girl just then." He pauses for a moment. "I wonder if I should punish such a bad girl?"
Now my pussy starts to tingle. Those are spanking words, and I love spankings. I'm not talking the little taps some guys give. I'm talking firm, hard, strong spanks that tingle, burn, and jolt through your whole body. Mike gives them good.
"But I was being a good girl. I was just lying here, resting." I know that's not going to work, but it's still fun to tease him.
"Look at you. Telling me 'No' in the kitchen and stealing my breakfast. Now you're lying here, naked, wet, & horny. Definitely not a good girl."
Mike plays with my body for a few more minutes, until I'm dripping wet. My eyes are closed and I'm just enjoying the sensations coursing through my body. The bed shifts as he stands up. I open my eyes to see what he's going to do next. My eyes are half closed as I watch him take his clothes off. Mike's older than me, short salt & pepper hair, average height and build. He's cute, his cock is hard, and damn, men are just sexy looking.
