I was minding my own business cleaning up in the kitchen when I heard you walk in. You had been in our bedroom for some time so I figured you were putting away laundry or something. I love being wrong.
Your strong arms wrap around my waist and you nuzzle my neck, sending goosebumps down my body. I shiver and squirm against you.
"Are you busy?" you asked.
"Nope, just tidying up...why?" I smirk. I know why. My back is pressed against your front. I can feel that steel your jeans are barely containing. My breathing starts to quicken as I wonder, hoping, do you want to play with me?
Your chuckle makes me squirm even more.
"Good...Now, relax, Good Girl," you whispered, pressing harder against my ass, your cock rocking against me. I slump a little and my mind goes hazy. I'm not asleep, not yet, but soon. My pussy knows what's coming and knows it's going to be me! I let out a little whimper as I feel my cunt start to lube itself up. I can't wait for you to fill me, however you want.
"Soon, sweetheart, just relax for me now. So sleepy," your voice wraps itself around my brain. I trust you fully. I can only ever really relax with you. It's addictive. "Good girl," you growled into my ear. My whole body jerks as a shot of pleasure pulsates out from my needy clit. I sigh and sag into your waiting arms. I'm nearly a rag doll for you. One of my last fully conscious thoughts is that I cannot wait for you to take me. Rough.
"That's it, Good Girl, relax. Soon I'm going to put you all the way under and we're going to play, but first, get naked for me." I don't waste time with seducing you or stripping slowly. I know that you are caught up in the game we play as much as I am. My pants are down around my ankles, followed by the cute little panties that say "Take these off and fuck me." I pull my t-shirt over my head and toss it on the clothes pile. I'm not wearing a bra today, so my tits are exposed and I suck in a little gasp when the cooler air hits my nipples. I shiver from the air and from wanting you.
You scoop me up into your arms and carry me to the bedroom, my head tucked against your neck and shoulder. I feel so safe and secure in your arms. So at peace, even when I'm awake.
You've been setting the scene in our bedroom. Candles brighten the space, flickering brightly into the darkness. The fan is blowing and you've piled towels on the bed. Good. My cunt has dripped onto my thighs and soon I'll be leaving a trail on the floor.
That's when I notice the straps are on the bed. They're the heavy duty hospital bed cuffs. No escape. A spasm of pleasure runs through me.
"Oh you saw the straps? You're such a good little whore for me...CUM for me," you whisper. My whole body bows in your arms, my eyes roll back, and parts of my body I no longer control set to shaking. My brain shuts down, bright explosions behind my eyes, as a tide of joy overwhelms me.
"Stop," you say and just as quickly as the orgasm was given, it's taken away. I whimper.
