Your touch is electrifying.
We could be talking, and the second your fingers find any stretch of my skin, I am lost in your beautiful mahogany eyes and finding myself almost forgetting the topic at hand.
It was one such moment that got me in a bit of a bind. It had been around 118 days since an orgasm, my promise to you that I would not cum unless it was by you. Your fingers were rubbing over the ink on my forearm, one of your favorite places to touch, one of my favorite places to be touched. I was lost in the haze of lust, eyes closed in pleasure when I mumbled that I’m yours, use me as you please, I’ll do anything. You have a way of pulling those words from my lips and my eyes snapped open, staring at you in disbelief that you’d lulled me so comfortably into saying so, knowing you’d hold me to it.
Yours was a wolf’s grin. You were delighted you’d been able to tease something so precious from my lips, “I’ll hold you to that.”
And thus, you did.
It’s been a bit of time since I’ve been over to your place and the drive over felt particularly long this time. Maybe it was anticipation, maybe it was the arousal and heat between my thighs. I’d been quite the cheeky cat lately: a little extra sass in our day to day interactions, pushing your buttons knowing full well the implications of my actions and the consequences when there wouldn’t be any prying eyes. When I asked you if there was anything I should bring over with me this time around, your response left me staring at my phone screen: *just wear the plug,* you’d written back.
When you let me in, you stood in a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, glass of bourbon in hand. I was standing before you in my go to outfit, dressed like we were going to just hang out at your place, watch some movies, snack, and drink.
Naturally, no such things ever happen when it’s just you and I. Not with so much pent up frustration between the two of us. With the door shut behind me, we wasted no time. You set your glass down on the coffee table and pulled me to you for a kiss. My tongue flicked across the bottom of your lip, and I moaned in delight, tasting the alcohol on your lips. My fingers cupped your cheek and your hand snared in my hair. My free hand rubbed down your front and your arm snaked around my waist, cupping and then smacking my ass. I moaned against your lips, breathy, full of need, and started to pull your shirt off. We separated while I tossed it in a small puddle over by the door. You wasted no time pushing the jacket off my shoulders. When I went to push the shorts from your hips, however, you stopped me, chiding me softly, “not just yet, Kitten.”
I pouted at you, but my attention was distracted as you began pushing my leggings off my hips, leaving me in panties and tank top. I tilted my head at you, eyes narrowed in curiousity as I stood half naked before you. You shrugged at my puzzlement and sat on the couch, crooking a finger in a come hither motion. Instead of crossing the two steps between us, I balked and crossed my arms over my chest.
Your eyebrow raised and you repeated the motion. This time as you crooked your finger into the motion, you did so slowly and a smirk stretched across your lips.
Again, I shook my head, staying firmly planted. I even turned cheek away from you, making my defiance more clear.
“You know, Kitten,” you started, sitting back on the couch, “I am a very patient man and you are only making things worse for yourself in the long run.” Your eyes moved from toe to top, and you stroked your chin thoughtfully.
I bit my lip, but stayed resolute in my stance. “I am stubborn. Do your worst.” I punctuated my point with my hands falling to rest on my hips, and my lips quirked at the corners, pulling into a defiant smirk.
“You really, really don’t want that,” you sat forward, your voice dropping to that low and dangerous tone you only use but so often. This caught my attention, my ears perking slightly. I bit my lip again, my resolve beginning to weaken. You started again, “we can do this here, or in my bedroom. Your pick.” I didn’t give time to weigh my options, instead crossing the space between us. I straddled you, sliding onto your lap and moved to push you back against the couch; however you caught my wrist in your hand, leveraging it to pull me closer by twisting my arm behind my back. This yielded a squeak of pain mingled with surprise from me, but you paid no mind to me. In a swift move, you had my cheek against your couch cushion and despite my writhing in your grip, you didn’t relent.
“Lemme up!” My free arm was pinned between me and the couch, completely useless to me.
“No.” The word hung in the air between us and then there was a sharp stinging across my ass cheek causing me to cry out. Another quick blow landed on my other cheek, “you’re going to be a good girl and count these for me. If you lose count, we start over. Am I clear?”
“Do I start at one or three?” My cheek rewarded me another swift palm to my ass, making me moan.
“One. I was just warming up.” You rubbed your fingers over the stretch of lace across my ass, darting them under the lace and between my cheeks. Your fingers brushed the base of the plug and you paused momentarily, “good girl.”
Your fingers retreated, rubbing over my cheeks softly. The pain was exquisite and I sighed softly, wiggling my ass at you. When I stopped, your palm connected, and the warmth radiated. This one would leave a palm print.
“One. Easy. Pea-” The sting of hand connecting with my already sensitive ass made me falter and I barely gasped, “Two.”
I expected another smack to land, but none came, instead your fingers rubbed over my ass and down to my cunt, covered by the black fabric. You pushed it aside and dipped your fingers into my sex, moving them to rub my swollen clit. I moaned, rolling my hips back against your hand. You slowed, withdrawing your fingers and when you moaned, I knew you had your fingers in your mouth.
I wanted to touch myself so badly, continue what you’d started, that when you smacked my ass, I cried out, surprised “three!”
“Mm, good girl.” The subsequent spanks came in quick succession and I writhed under your hand as I barely blurted out four and five. My ass was warm and there was the sort of arousal that tingled down to my toes from the pain.
Your fingers traced over my ass, but ultimately found their way under my panties and you pushed two into my cunt, circling my clit with your thumb. I moaned, the reprieve from pain intoxicating. You continued for a moment and then stopped, keeping your fingers still in my sopping cunt, but stilled.
“Gods! Please!” I was disappointed in myself. I’d promised myself that when you got your hands on me, I wouldn’t be reduced to a wanton slut. Yet, your touch was intoxicating, exhilarating, I needed it.
“Please what?” You feigned ignorance, withdrawing your fingers and then pushing them back into me. Your thumb connected with the base of the plug and I wiggled and squirmed under you trying to push back against your hand. You held me still and continued until I was just at the edge. My head was spinning, hazy with lust and need, when suddenly –
Smack!
I was so lost in the moment that I hadn’t even realized you’d withdrawn your fingers from me. I blinked a couple times, trying to reground myself. Where had we left off? My ass was sore and surely quite pink by now. All I could think about was trying to shake off the tendrils of the almost orgasm. “Seven?”
“Oh, Kitten.” I could hear it in your tone, the mock distress. “Let’s start again.” You rubbed your hand over the raised welts on my ass and struck it.
“Un.” I moaned, biting my lip.
“French this time? Cute.” Your hand connected again and again back to back.
“Deux, trois!” I cried out. My ass was no longer just warm, it was hot. Or was I just that much more aroused than when we started?
This time you didn’t seem as eager to mingle pleasure with pain, you struck the curve of my ass, then the outside of the other cheek. I was going to bruise at this rate if I hadn’t already.
“Quatre, cinq.” I paused, “Please touch me!”
In response to, what was honestly a weak plea, your hand struck much harder this time and I struggled under you moaning, “six! Please!”
My pleas fell on deaf ears and you smacked my ass again before rubbing your hand over your work.
“Sept…” I gasped, barely able to think straight. My pussy ached, my ass was on fire. I waited for you to spank me again, but you let go of my wrist and helped me off your lap. My legs were shaking, and I did not meet your gaze. I rubbed my palms over my ass, it hot to the touch and bit my lip stifling a moan.
You kissed my forehead and looked at me thoughtfully, “hopefully this will teach you not to say the first clever thing that comes to mind.”
“You’re not really admonishing me for my cheek!” Despite the stinging in my ass, I was feeling brazen. I gingerly moved my hand away from my ass and hooked my fingers under my panties, pushing them off my hips. I strode towards your hallway and looked over my shoulder at you, pulling the tanktop away from my voluptuous frame. It fell to the floor at my feet in a puddle and I shrugged over at you.
Your eyes narrowed and you crossed the distance between us, grabbing my hand as you pulled me into your bathroom. You wasted no time as you pushed me up against your vanity. I braced myself against the sink, arching my back to stick my ass out against you. Behind me, you’d pulled your cock out of your shorts and were rubbing the tip against my so sensitive ass.
“Gods, please fuck me,” I whimpered.
“You’re not in charge, Dear,” your fingers knotted in my hair and you pulled, forcing my chin up. I dared look in the mirror at us and bit my lip. The need was clear as day written on my face, my cheeks were flush pink, lips parted. My breasts were rising and falling from my shallow breaths.
“I know, I – ohh,” I didn’t finish my sentence because you stopped rubbing your cock against my ass and pushed it into my aching cunt. You groaned as you did so, your groans matching my moans. Your fingers dropped from my hair and instead you kept hold on my shoulder as you thrust in me.
In this moment, all I wanted to do was cum. You’d held me so close to the edge for so long, that I needed it like a woman in the desert needs water. Would you deny me again?
I moved against you, my head hanging, my hair falling over my breasts as I focused on my pleasure. Your fingers bit into my hip and together we found a rhythm and our moans bounced off the walls around us.
I was beginning to feel the tendrils of an orgasm gripping me and I began to move against you more fervently. Without changing pace and wordlessly, you grabbed my hand and pushed it between my thighs. I understood immediately and began to circle my clit.
“You like being fucked like my little slut, don’t you?” You mumbled, your breath warm against my ear.
“Yes! I ohhh Please I’m going to cum!”
“Not yet, Kitten…” You growled in my ear, pulling my hand away from my so sensitive clit.
After a few moments, you let go of my hand and I started circling my clit, faster this time, chasing the edge that you’d pulled me away from.
“No, slowly.” You rolled my nipple between your fingers, pinching and pulling it while I moaned, my fingers slowing. It was excruciating, but I trusted you.
Soon, your pace began to pick up, our moans were breathy, my normally reserved and subdued moans were beginning to reach a crescendo.
“I won’t let you cum for weeks if you cum before I let you” You hissed, yet, you moved your hand down and began to play with the plug in my ass.
“Nnonono!” I cried out pulling my fingers away from my clit. I gripped the sink, pushing back against you while you slammed into me. Your arm snaked around my waist, your hand going between my legs. Once you had told me my orgasms were yours to tease out of me and you fully intended to make good on your word.
You didn’t care for my protests: You circled my clit, and I was quickly approaching orgasm. I rolled my hips against you fervently, pushing back with each of your thrusts. Each thrust pushed me closer to the edge and my moans were ever breathless. “Please! I’m going to cum!” My legs were shaking and it took every ounce of self control to ignore the dull ache from consistent denial.
“Go ahead,” You moved your hand, pushing mine between my thighs. “Cum on this cock like the good slut you are.” Your words in conjunction with all the other stimulation pushed me over the edge and I came, crying out as I did.
As my orgasm rolled through me, you began to move more quickly, reaching a fever pitch with your pace. “Fuck…I’m going to cum!” You groaned, pulling me closer to you as you did. I felt your cock throb and you continued to thrust even as you finished, catching your breath.
I looked up in the mirror at us, spent. You caressed down my back making me shiver, but I leaned into you with a lopsided grin playing on my lips. You kissed along my shoulder until you got to my neck and we stood there for a moment, catching our breaths.
“So uh, sushi?” I asked after a few moments.
“I was thinking pizza. But sushi works.” You grinned wickedly, “but after a shower.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fg7yrx/journey_before_destination_mf_light_mdom_orgasm
This was amazing! My favorite of yours yet! :)
Got me over the edge, I really like your work