Why I love thunder storms

Forgive me if the writing style is out of place

Perfect velvet blackness beneath the silk you used to cover my eyes

The pitter patter of rain on our roof

I fidget quietly with the cord that binds my wrists above my head

I shake with lustful anticipation of the touch you’ll give me when the moment is right.

Then out of the darkness your lips caress my neck, your finger tips brush across my breasts.

My lips curl into the coy grin that always drove you mad.

The hand leaves my breast, two fingers rest on my smiling lips

I gently suck at them, and play at the space between with my tongue.

Your teeth sink into the flesh of my neck

I moan

“Not yet.” You whisper to me

I shudder

Your wet finger tips glide from my chin to my neck, down been my breasts, across my belly

Slow

Painfully slow

But I know better than to make a sound

It’s raining harder now

Your fingers find my clit

You pinch it between them and tenderly rub.

It takes all my will power to breathe without bursting

You whisper again “do you want me?”

“Yes” I gasp without hesitation

Your fingers abandon me

“Yes?” I can hear the grin in your voice

“Yes, master.” I say apologetically

“Will it happen again?” You say with a serious tone

“No, master.” I’ll do or say anything to feel you again

I hear you shifting across the sheets

You pull my legs apart and touch the head of your manhood against my waiting body

I feel your warmth above me

You wait. I’m trembling with desire, twisting my hips this way and that in hopes that you’ll plunge into me

You wait.

And finally I beg:

“Please, master. I want you.”

I hear a soft chuckle

You move. Pressing carefully into the warm wet grip of my passion.

I breathe in sharply

And you pull away

I cry out in frustration

“Not yet” you whisper all over again

There’s a touch too my lips, but it’s not your finger tips “taste yourself.”

I open my mouth

Greedily enveloping your cock,

I massage the vein fiercely with my tongue as I let it slide down my throat

Spit drips past the base as you thrust into my mouth again and again

You groan and I feel the warm wet agony between my legs intensify

Your hand comes to rest on the back of my head

“Moan for me, darling”

I obey. I move the center of my tongue in small circles and moan with desire

Your pace quickens

I gag, but keep going

Another groan send shock waves of longing through me

You slow yourself to a steady pace

“Tell me now, darling… Do you want me?”

He pulled away from my mouth

Breathless, I replied “more than anything, master.”

His lips touched my forehead before he whispered the words I was dying to hear

“Good girl.”

He moved across the bed

My legs were open and waiting for him

Thunder shook the windows at the moment he thrust himself inside of me

There was no time to ask permission

My legs coiled around his back

I shrieked with ecstasy

“Thank you master” I cried out with every thrust

The blind fold came off

“Darling, you know I’m going to have to discipline you for cumming without permission” he said with a smile

“I look forward to it, master.” I said with a kiss

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