My body is practically vibrating with restrained energy. I wait in the hotel suite as instructed, inspecting both my appearance and the room for imperfections. bottles of water, a pint of whiskey and a pair of tumblers sit beside a small speaker softly crooning muddy waters.
I’m in lingerie of my own choosing, you’ve never shown a preference for any particular set, so I settled on midnight blue lace. The teddy has charming cut outs and tucks in at my waist. the cups push my breasts up under my chin, I rather like the effect. I chuckle to myself and wonder how long it will remain on my body. A last glance in the mirror finds an uncooperative curl, and Im twirling it back into place when I hear a slow, deliberate knock on the door. Every hair on my body stands at attention as butterflies take flight in my stomach. I am so eager to see you, I can see it play out in my head.
I run to the door, throw it open , pull you into the room by your t shirt, and while you attempt to close the door I leap into your arms, knocking us into the wall in a fit of kisses and giggles. My mind sees this as my feet are already skipping to the door but then I freeze. tonight, I am not the playful, side piece , cuddle buddy, Extroidenaire. Tonight, I am your sub.
As I stand there , schooling the enormous happy smile off my face, desperately attempting to don my version of cool and collected, I walk to the door and gently open it. with a straight back and downcast eyes, I step back, opening further into the room, leaving space for you to enter. When you do, I quietly close the door, throw the lock, and turn around. My eyes fight to glance at your face but so far I am winning that battle. My lips keep trying to turn up into a smile because I’m so damn happy,. but I fight that too, which probably makes me look like a bunny twitching it’s nose.
That DOES make me smile, and I brave a peek at your face with dancing eyes and you catch me in the act. That’s when I notice your clothing. You are not in lounge pants and a soft t shirt, nor are you in office garb . I gulp as I take you in, starting with your feet. Boots planted in a wide stance, my eyes travel up your long legs encased in dark jeans, catching for a moment on the obvious bulge below your belt. I drag my eyes upward, with not insignificant difficulty. A white t shirt strains slightly across your chest, and your wearing the jacket from the night we met. The memory causes me to jolt while sending a shiver down my spine . I make it to your neck, your beard is groomed, and slowly raise my eyes to meet yours .
Under perfect Clark Kent curls that no man should be blessed with, you have one eyebrow raised in amusement. “ sub” you say in the soft yet steely tone, that is specific to this side of you , “ darling, close your mouth, unless you are ready for me to fill it”. My jaw snaps shut, I hadn’t a clue it had fallen open. This causes one side of your mouth to rise in a smirk. I remember myself, and stand at attention without being told. Spine straight, feet together , hands at my sides, chin up, eyes downcast, . You notice, you notice everything when you are Sir, but you don’t speak. You set your bag down near the foot of the bed, walk to the dresser, pour a finger of bourbon and take a sip. You look over the rim of the tumbler at me, which I’m not supposed to see bc I’m supposed to be looking towards the floor, but keep peeking, my eyes too hungry for you after this absence.
You stalk towards me, more jungle cat than man, and something primal in me recognizes the threat. My body hairs stand on end, rubbing against my pretty lingerie . You arrive in front of me , and you grasp my chin, just this side of painful, until my eyes meet yours under heavy lids. While holding my jaw in your long fingers, you raise your glass to your lips again. I want a taste. So badly, I want to lick it off of your lips, devour your mouth and tongue. The thought makes me clench my thighs together, only partially stifling the squirm it results in. Without letting go of me, you reach over and place your glass on the vanity . You lean down, your face closing in on mine, and lightly brush your lips against my own. Please, please, I need more , I think to myself, hoping you will deepen the kiss. I arch my neck, trying to sway you, yet you are unbothered.
Stepping back, you begin a slow circuit around my person. a caress along the side my side of my breast, , a pinch on the butt cheek, then you sweep my hair to the side and I feel the lightest brush of lips on my neck. Then, are back in front of me again. You cup my breasts; tweaking each nipple, then you begin a decent down to my waist. You slip your boot between my bare feet, while holding my hips firmly , you position me how you want. Once my legs are spread,one hand runs between my thighs, and glides along my seam, over the lace barrier, and then snakes under the material to touch me. I ache and am soaking wet for you and bite my lip against a moan as you pull back your glistening fingers and lick them. I don’t pretend to be looking at anything else but you right now. The sight makes my empty pussy clench and gush liquid want.
Another smirk, and then a “ good, you’re already dripping for me” before you turn and walk over to the edge of the bed. You sit, and look up at me with an expectant glance. “ come here” you demand in your soft way that sends shivers down my spine anew. I comply. Standing in front of you. Shaking like a leaf, want, utter trust,and yet a little fear mix together in my belly. You instruct me to lay across your lap and I’m ecstatic. No, i don’t love the pain, but I love the intimacy of a lap spanking. Your hands on me, the proximity of our bodies, I can’t see your reactions, but I can sense them, when we are this close. I gush, and my pussy quivers in anticipation. I’m there, my hands braced, breathing fast. You unbutton the crotch of my teddy, and flip the ends out of your way, now all of me is deliciously exposed. One of your big hands settles low on my back, a firm reminder of how strong you are, how at your mercy I am. The other glides over both of my ass cheeks, dips between them, just teasing my pussy with a maybe, and then your hand is gone. Thwack, stinging sharp warmth blooms on one cheek, and then the other, for 40 licks . I have little tears in my eyes, am breathing way too fast, I’m trying to be tough, to make you proud, but am overwhelmed. After countless more spankings I approach my limit, and am about to call out yellow, but you stop. “ such, a good girl. you did so well” .
The praise sends butterflies and pride and arousal all at once as I bask in it. I can sense you admiring your work, rubbing my now burning hot skin, whispering how pretty my ass looks with your handprints on it. Then your long fingers slide along my seam, making me gasp… but I hear your breathe hitch too. You are always amazed at how much moisture my body makes, preparing itself for you. You play with my clit and entrance , spreading the moisture back to my little asshole with ever caress, flirting but ignoring it mostly. you push a finger inside my pussy, then two , it’s not enough and I push back against you, seeking more. You tsk under your breathe and scold me to stay still. I comply, yet your teasing of my core has me shaking within moments. You are fucking me with your hand and I want your dick. Please I repeat to myself in my head, desperately trying to stay still.
One of my pleases breaks out of my mouth, startling m me, I didn’t mean to speak. “ what’s that sub? Please what? “ and with that you slip a finger into my as. now I’m really losing it. I moan, instead of form coherent words, but that isn’t what you asked for. You keep fucking me with your fingers, relentless, and enunciate very clearly “ Subby. Please, what? Do you want me to to stop ? “ You tease. “ no Sir please don’t stop ! “ i cry, fighting against his hand at my spine and the one that isn’t enough, yet I still want. “ so you don’t want me to stop… what were you pleading for ?” All the while making my body sing for you . It’s hard to focus on your words. “ please please fill me with your cock!” I shake my head, moaning, you pause your thrusting to focus all your attention on my clit. Oh my god, you are going to make me come on your lap, my burning red ass in the air. “ oh, don’t worry darling, I’m going to fuck all of your holes with my cock” and sliding to pump two fingers into my pussy once more , you say, “ starting with this one “.
I moan and impossibly more liquid releases from me, as you return to my clit, rubbing with flattened firm fingers, exactly how you know will send me over. I can feel the crescendo beginning, and I welcome it, the image of us in my minds eye, your large dark form with my pale, near nakedness splayed over you. Your arousal against belly and side, your giant hand holding my squirming form still as you watch me writhe and beg for you. This, combined with your long fingers playing me like your personal instrument, and suddenly my orgasm is upon me. I freeze, not wanting to come with out your leave. “ Sir, I gasp, desperately. Sir may I come, please!”
You stop your ministrations. “ you poor thing, you are ready arent you ?” “ yes Sir “ I whimper. “ hmmmm. Actually, I believe I’m hungry ……. you will have to wait. we will continue this conversation after dinner . Stand up baby”
I’m dumbfounded . What? I think to myself. That isn’t how this works ? You tease me, make me crazy, I beg and plead, you resist for a moment and then take pity on the mess you made and fill me up with you. You don’t make me wait forever . What is this ?”
I don’t stand up immediately, shock still coursing through me. I manage to stand at look at you , confusion marring my features. “ you laugh aloud, and tell me to get dressed. I pout as I get ready, quiet, cranky certainly, my pussy , heavy and needy. You sit in the chair, reading a book, unconcerned with my plight. I don a burgundy velvet dress, it’s short hem flaring gently around my thighs, black chunky ankle booties, bare legs, no panties, a petite leather jacket of my own, and apply a layer of dark lipstick.
I walk out and stand in front of you, scowling. You glance up, a pleased look crosses your features and then you stand. “ let’s go find some burgers and you some sweet potato fries “ As i cross in front of you , you holding the door for me, I mumble under my breath about being hungry for dick not for food “ . you hear me, laughing loudly. You lean down as you close the door and whisper into my ear, “ that’s the point darling “. And laugh again when I look up with a pout “. Such a brat. Come on grumpy, you have to eat, You have work to do tonight “.
In another life.
Dec 4, 2020
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o0zmqd/you_will_have_to_wait