I’m just leaving work and my phone pings:
“You leaving work?”
How such a simple question can hit me like a bolt of electricity, I do no know. But fuck, I love when you show me how well you know my day, especially when I’m pretty sure I know what’s coming next…
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Come here.”
I hop into my car, hands a little shaky with excitement. I head over to your place eagerly looking forward to seeing you. “The door is unlocked” pings to my phone as I turn onto your street.
I quietly open the door, locking it behind me. I slide into your room, and you’re laid out on your bed, looking right at me. I freeze, caught between fear and arousal. You get up from the bed and head over to me, all confident and strong in your movement. You gently brush some hair back behind my ear before balling your hand up into a fist that’s full of my hair right at the nape of my neck.
Pulling my head sharply back, you bite the side of my neck drawing out a whimper and causing my knees to buckle beneath me. You roughly shove one hand down my shirt, finding my erect nipple, tightly pinching it. I cling to your broad shoulders to steady myself letting one hand slide down your side. Once I reach your hips, I move it forward finding you rock hard and jumping at my touch. As I start to wedge a finger under the hem of your pants, you cease your biting and release my hair. Our lips meet and I groan into your mouth as I taste you. You suck my lower lip into your mouth, biting down into it while I feel your fingers dig into my hips.
By now I’ve wiggled my whole hand into your underwear and I’m slowly and gently stroking your cock while my other hand rounds your shoulder. I pull back for a moment, making eye contact with you to ensure you’re on board while I slowly drop to me knees in front of you. You sweep my hair into your hands, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail, guiding my face right where you want it. I tug down your pants, leaving your underwear behind so I can huff a few breathes of hot air through your underwear onto the tip of your visibly twitching member. I saturate your underwear with my hot breath, listening with supreme satisfaction as you groan my name. Cupping your balls with one hand, rounding your hips to your ass with the other, I slowly pull your underwear off.
Now it’s my turn to groan as I take you in my mouth, feeling your hands guiding my head closer to you. Your fingertips burrow into my skull as I gag on the last few inches of you. Determined, I push past the reflex, fitting you fully in my mouth. I can’t breathe, but I don’t care. I hear your breathing get harder as I focus only on pleasing you. You can only take so much: my mouth is magical and you can never last very long. You rip me off of you, tossing me onto my back in the process.
Sprawled out in front of you, you survey the situation, deciding that today is the day. You pull me to standing and strip me down naked. You walk me over to your suspension setup, and my whole entire body catches on fire with feverish anticipation. I am shaking all over like a leaf as you bind my arms tightly behind me. Hands clenched together like a prayer, I accommodate your gestures to bind my legs into folds. You lace me through a harness and hoist me up in the air. You complete posing me by strapping my legs into a wide open V shape. You now have full, free reign over every one of my holes.
You pull out a gentle flogger, easing me in. Having nowhere to go and no way to block the blows, my hips flex and I swing slightly in the harness. After every few strikes, you run your hand over my round, luscious ass, feeling my skin burning hot under the torture. Next you pull out your cane, and I hear it whiz through the air, flinching before it makes contact. My rear is stinging and every impact sends hot waves of lust through from the tips of my ears to the soles of my feet. You end with your paddle, finally drawing cries of pain from my only so willing flesh. I don’t want it to end even though it hurts. The pain is like a soothing balm to the parts of me I can’t even name, and I start to weep with release. You swipe the tears from my cheek and in a gesture more erotic, more profane than I could begin to describe, you lick my tears off your fingertips.
You pull out some nipple clamps and quickly attach them. My body, already at maximum capacity for sensation, somehow still registers the added tension. You pull out an anal plug and use my own soaked pussy to lube it up. You then slowly, so very slowly, enter me. My pussy is not just soaked, but hot and already throbbing with the promise of tightly clenched orgasms. As you glide inside of me, I cum. Thoroughly and fully, my body clenches tight from my deepest insides, my knees, my stomach.. everything shudders out a long withheld orgasm. The feeling of you inside me sends me into oblivion.. feeling the swollen tip of you fill my insides, rubbing one of my most sensitive spots.. I can’t help it. I can’t stop the convulsions of pleasure that overtake all sense. My reaction to you causes you to very nearly cum. You withdraw from me, leaving me literally suspended halfway through an orgasm. After you’ve gathered yourself, you come back in. I reenter my paroxysm of ecstacy as you pound into me, marking every single inch of my body as yours. I am yours in places I can’t even locate and your touch reverberates through me.
You finally cum, filling me with your cum while you again call out my name. Out lust slackened for the moment, you let me down slowly. Holding my face in your hand, your thumb just under my chin, you stare into my eyes as I sway on my feet in front of you. Holding me suspended in a much less literal way, you kiss me before heading to the shower.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e3n1pm/suspended_fantasy