I hate that I'm moving out days after you move in. It can't be helped, but it's just not how this should go. After that delicious visit where we barely got started, you moving back in next to me should have been a long, slow, deep slide.
It should have started when you got back, pushed down onto my bed, lips locked with mine, my hands roaming your body inching their way under seams and towards your nipples and clit.
It should have continued with ropes around your wrists and your ankles, tied back behind you with your wonderful chest shoved out for me to play with. Lying on my bed, nowhere you can go, waiting to see what happens next.
I should have teased you, rubbing your body through that tasty blue dress, slowing bringing you closer and closer but never quite enough to satisfy you. You should have moaned for me, quietly and then louder, begging me to "please, sir, let me come!"
And when you couldn't bear it, and you finally gave in and said "Yes, master, I'm your slut, make my body yours, please, oh god I need it PLEASE MASTER", I should have grabbed the neckline of your nice blue dress and ripped it down the seam, cut that inconvenient bra out of the way and dragged you forward by the nipples until you fell onto my cock and melted like the filthy, insatiable, sex-crazed slave you and I always knew you were.
And when you remembered how to speak again, after the mind-numbing orgasm from being treated as you always secretly wanted, I should have covered your neck in hickeys as I explained your new rules; no clothes inside after sunset or underclothes ever without my advance permission, no orgasms without my permission, all messages from your master must be answered promptly no matter what, your body to be treated as my property, to be fucked when and where I choose and by who and only who I choose. And as your body tensed with desire and you enthusiastically agreed to be my fucktoy for as long as I wanted you, you should have knelt naked in front of me, posing for the camera, as you took my collar onto your neck and my cock into your throat. It would have been wonderful.
Instead, we have only three weeks together. So I guess I'll just have to make you a good slut faster, and that means you'll have to be punished appropriately.
So if you want to sleep in a bed tonight, you better show me you're a good slut and beg for my cock.
I'm waiting…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/2ui518/we_should_have_been_roommates_mdomfsub