Breakfast [MF] [bdsm] [Mdom] [begging] [orgasm control/denial]

I open my eyes to a metallic clang coming from the kitchen, and I immediately sense your absence. My left arm still bears the signs of your cuddling with me through the night, and I smile as I recall the event of the prior evening. I let out a low sigh as I stretch before exiting the bedroom, curious to discover what new culinary adventure we’ll be exploring today. After a brief stop in the bathroom, I round the corner and catch my first glimpse of your lithe form. You’re silhouetted in the morning sun cascading through the kitchen windows. I can’t help but pause and take in your beautiful and your absurd attire. Your back is to me and you’re standing on your toes, with one hand leaning against the counter, and reaching into the upper cabinet. The apron is flowing lightly around you, tied in the back, and the only other stitch of clothing is a pair of pale pink panties.

Smiling, I walk up behind you silently and, placing one arm around your waist, press my lips into the soft flesh of your neck just below your right ear.

“Can I help you with something?”

You give the tiniest of starts when I make contact, but it transitions almost immediately into delight as you wrap the extended arm around my head. You fingers brush the side of my face as you turn to face me, and I walk my lips up the curve of your jaw until they reach your lips.

“Good morning, Sir,” you say with a smile, “I was just going to make some breakfast for you because I woke up early.”

My eyes fall on your breasts pressing into the back of the apron and I say, “While I’m sure that would be delicious, I can think of something much tastier I’d prefer to wrap my lips around.”

With that, I wordlessly pull one end of the string tied loosely around your waist and the sides of the apron drift apart as the strings fall downward. My hand, already pressing against the small of your back, slides upward caressing the newly exposed flesh. You can feel my fingertips glide lightly over your skin, and you rest your head on my bare chest. The warmth of your cheek pressed against me sends a pulse of blood coursing to my groin, and I can feel my cock begin to harden. Raising the hand not stoking your back, I brush the hair from your face, and cradle the back of your neck with both hands, while I lean forward and plant a soft kiss on your forehead. You let out a silent sigh, and I can feel your body relax ever so slightly. Moving in sync, my hands float down your sides until they reach your hips.

In one fluid movement, I wrap my hands under your butt and hoist you up onto the counter-top. You gasp as cool surface permeates the thin fabric of the panties and cool your loins. Bringing my hands up to the sides of your head, I rise up on my toes to press my lips to yours. As our tongues mingle, I bring a hand up and gently wrap my fingers around your neck. I can feel your heart pounding under my thumb, and I take your lower lip between my teeth and give it a little tug. With my other hand, I reach beneath the apron and hook my fingertips into the band of your panties. When we break apart, I extend the arm with the hand around your neck, causing you to tilt back onto your tailbone, as, with the other hand, I tug your panties off your bottom. I have to bend my knees to completely remove your panties. I straighten up, with your panties dangling off one finger, and say,

“Open.”

Quietly you murmur, “yes, Sir,” and your lips part as your spread your mouth wide. Slowly, methodically, I wad your panties into a ball and stuff them into your open mouth.

Placing my index and middle fingers gently under your chin, I press upwards and you soundlessly comply, closing your mouth around the soft fabric. Smiling, I kiss your quivering lower lip before kneeling down in front of you. Leaning forward, I lift the edge of the apron and duck my head underneath, breathing in your sweet scent emanating from your exposed sex. I place my hands over your knees and slowly spread your legs. After wetting my lips with my tongue, I press them against your inner thigh, and I’m rewarded with a ripple of goosebumps stretching outward from the point of contact. I trail my tongue inwards, planting my next kiss closer to your pussy. Looking up, I can see your lips are shining with a layer of your sweet juices, and I have to resist temptation to immediately lunge forward and run my tongue up their length. Instead, I run my tongue a little further, a little closer, and deposit another kiss on your inner thigh. Finally, when I’m close enough that the tip of my nose brushes against your delicate flesh, I inhale deeply and breathe in your fragrant perfume.

Moving my hands up behind you, I simultaneously scoot your rear to the edge of the counter and press my tongue flat against the base of your cunt.I loud sigh is muffled by your pantie-laden mouth, and I laugh into your sex.

“Oh, you like that?” I ask tauntingly, knowing you’re unable to respond. My tongue moves up one side of your pussy, replacing your nectar with my saliva. I jump over your clit, which I’m pleased to see is fully erect beneath your tiny hood, and start down the other side. With one hand, I carefully part your lips and plunge my tongue inside your aching cunt, tasting the tanginess of your juices that escape during my invasion. Pressing my tongue flat once more, I glide upwards and, after encircling your clit, I take the sensitive nub into my mouth.

With my lips pressed tightly around it, I suck the tender button into my mouth and assail it with the tip of my tongue. Abandoning all pretense, you begin rocking back and forth, grinding your pussy against my face. In a flash, my hand shoots up beneath the apron and takes hold of your right nipple. While I compress it between my thumb and forefinger, I release your clit long enough to say, “patience, love.”

A muffled “yes, Sir,” comes out more like “eth thur.”

“Good girl,” I reply before resuming work on your sex. While you make no further attempts to move, you body breathing changes tempo and becomes more ragged as my mouth works its magic on you cunt which is now absolutely dripping with juices. Short garbled phrases attempt to escape the gag, but they are incomprehensible. Leaning back on my ankles, I raise the apron to look you in the face. “Are you trying to ask for permission to cum, love?” I inquire. You nod emphatically, but I shake my own, “not yet, dear.”

Instead, I lean forward, wrapping my arms around your waist and lift your off the counter. Your thighs make a squelching noise as they slide over the small pool you’ve left on the counter-top. Once your feet hit the ground, I spin you around and press my hand between your shoulder blades, causing you to lean forward over the recently departed counter.

“Open,” I command, and ,after you comply, I withdraw the panties, now slightly damp from your mouth. I unbunch them and, after using them to clean the juices from your legs, stuff them into your soaked cunt. “I’ll just keep these here for the time being,” I say, and you can tell from the tone of my voice that I’m smiling. I reach my hand out and begin stroking your hair. Brushing it away from your face, now damp with perspiration, and, starting at the bottom, begin wrapping it around my left hand. When I’ve got a tight grip, I pull backwards and down.

You instinctively drop to your knees before me. From my position in front of you my cock protrudes luridly in front of my with a drop of my own glistening pre-cum hanging from my foreskin. You lean in, almost imperceptibly, bringing your face closer, but I pull back with my hand and your head ceases its progress.

“Excuse me,” I say, “what do you think you’re doing?”

Looking up at me as best you hand with my hand still tight in your hair, you reply, “May I suck your cock, Sir?”

Smiling, I look down at you. “Very nice manners, love, but next time you should ask first. Now open you mouth.” You open up once more and, taking a half-step forward, I place the head of my cock on your tongue. As you close your mouth around my shaft, I push forward and feel it press against the roof of your mouth.

I bring my right hand out to join my left already in your hair as I plunge my cock in and out of your mouth. The sensation is ecstasy, and I can’t resist pressing my full length into your warm throat. With my hand in your hair you have no other option but to accept my throbbing member. When I pull back, I can see a stream of saliva coating my cock as you pant for breath. Two more shallow thrusts and then my cock is back in your throat. When I release this time you are left gasping, but you ravenously lap up the excess saliva before waiting for me to resume. The next round you aren’t so quick and a stream of it runs down your chin and onto on breast.

“Tsk tsk tsk,” I chide, “you’ll have to be a little quicker, hun,” and I plunge deep within your throat once more. This time, when I pull back, you lean forward with me ensuring you recapture every drop. “Good girl,” I say, releasing your hair and kissing your forehead.

I hold out my hand, palm up, and you place yours in mine. Once you are back on your feet, I guide you out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom. Positioning you in front of the foot of the bed, I indicate you should bend over once more. Slowly, I extract the now saturated panties from between your lips and set them to the side. Leaving you exposed, I walk over to the closest and remove a single necktie. You look up and can see me manipulating the tie around my neck until I finish revealing a tight Windsor knot. You resist a smile at the absurdity of my standing before you naked except for this perfectly knotted tie.

After I’m satisfied, I walk back over behind you once more. You can feel my soft hand run up the back of your thigh, and you spread your legs invitingly. My hand reaches your cleft, and one finger dips inside.

“I’m glad to see you didn’t waste all your juices on those panties, love.” I murmur, as I step closer and you can feel my cock at your entrance. You try to tilt your hips, but a hand comes crashing down on your backside.

“What have I said about patience?” I growl into your ear. You can feel the tickle of the tie down your back as I start to straighten up. Then my hands are in your hair again, but this time they aren’t grabbing hold, they’re just collecting it together. Next, you feel the something silky slip over your head and around your neck, and it takes you a second to realize it’s the necktie. I let you hair go and you can feel the tie tighten. I’ve wrapped the ends around my hand and, as I pull it tight, I slip my turgid cock inside you.

We both sigh as your muscles contract and relax around my invading member. Pressing forward, I bury it to the hilt before withdrawing and plunging forward once more. The necktie tightens with each successive thrust and your body presses into the soft mattress. In this position, my cock is massaging against your g-spot with every drive and you can feel the climax building once more. As your legs begin you shake, you begin to beg again, this time without the obstruction of the pantie gag,

“please, Sir.”

An abrupt “no” is my only reply. Your hands clench fistfuls of the sheet as you struggle to comply, fighting against the overwhelming flood of pleasure. The tie cinches tighter and you feel my other hand gripping your hip as I drive harder and deep with each thrust.

“Please, Sir,” you try again, but it is met with the same curt denial. You can feel the dam breaking within you, and you cry out, “Please, Sir!”

My command of “cum for me” is nearly drowned out in the resulting cries are wave after wave of orgasm crash down over you. It’s impossible to tells whose cum is whose as I join in with you, pumping my hot load into your gushing cunt. Midway through, the necktie slackens and the rush of oxygen-rich blood courses to your brain, amplifying the already overpowered sensations. I pull back as you’re still in the throes of bliss, but my cock is quickly replaced by my middle and ring fingers, that resume plunging in and out of your now ragged pussy until you collapse onto the bed.

As you lay there panting, you hardly notice me removing the necktie from around your throat, or my gathering you up in my arms. I carry you around to the proper side of the bed and gingerly deposit you onto a clean, dry portion of the sheets. The mattress depresses as I climb in next to you, and you curl yourself against my side, entwining your legs in mine. As I wrap my arms around you, I leave a long lingering kiss on your forehead as I say, “good girl.”

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