A Special Date (2) [M/F] [Mdom; bd; sm; ds; cons]

Even so, I could not contain my longing even one more moment. There was no hesitation, there was no second guessing, only the throbbing sensation in my chest and private parts remained. He stood up, eyes still on me, and extended his hand. I took it silently and before I could fully stand, he pulled me up and towards himself. Clutching his hand harder I stopped myself from falling onto him. Though the thought of just letting my body collide with his crossed my mind for a split second. Would he catch me? Would he just let me stumble and fall? There was no finding out, because he had clutched my waist with his free arm before anything could happen. Now I was resting against his arm with my hand still holding onto his, eagerly awaiting his next move. “Be careful, I might have to tie you onto the next best piece of furniture if you stumble around like that. For your safety, of course.”, his words struck a particular nerve. “Sorry”, I mumbled in a low, shaky voice, “I will try to do better now.” A brief smile graced the corners of his mouth. He pulled me in closer, close enough for our loins to touch. I felt the heat of his hard cock pressing against my lower abdomen. My lips parted as I inhaled sharply. I wanted him so much right now and knew that he would take his time. Yes, he would toy with me because he knew that this only made me crave him more. He knew that a firm hand would get me to be his pet entirely.

“Good girl.” he groaned. He swiftly let go of my hand and wrapped both arms around my waist. In this tight embrace he kissed me, more vigorously than before, the throbbing in his pants becoming heavier while our lips and tongues were focussed on each other’s. What had been a warm body before now radiated immense heat against me. I felt like burning up from both the in- and outside. Something I had not felt in a long time. Letting myself fall deeper in his embrace and kiss I put my arms around his shoulders. I knew that he understood my yearning when he shifted his arms deeper and picked me up. Not stopping our kiss, I eagerly wrapped my legs around his hips.

The bedroom was only a few steps away from where we had started. He carried me over like it was nothing, though I knew that my plump body must have put at least some strain on him. He didn’t show it, I appreciated him making me feel light, small, easy to manage, like a ragdoll. When he had me directly over his bed, immaculately made for this very situation, he stopped. His movement stopped, his kiss stopped, time stopped all around us. He looked directly into my eyes, with an earnest tone he asked, “Do you want to continue?”, I nodded, wide eyed. “You like it rough, right?”, he continued. Again, I nodded, slower this time, trying to process. “Good. You know that I’ve never done this, so please be patient with me. And if you want to stop or if I’m going to hard on you, tell me.”, once more I nodded, not knowing what else to do. “Use your words, be a good girl.”, his words shot through me. “If anything’s wrong I’ll tell you, promised. But please, you’ll also need to tell me, or show me, how you want things done. Okay?”, I replied with a low voice, trying my best not to stutter. Before answering he carefully placed me down onto his bed. He got on his knees, so we were face to face again. “I will, don’t worry. We both want this to be enjoyable and I have been waiting long enough for this. Thank you for trusting me.” He placed another kiss on my lips. This one was softer, more comforting than arousing. While softly massaging my lips with his, while swiftly caressing my tongue with his, he placed one hand on the back of my head. Carefully he grabbed my hair and pulled my head away from his face. His other hand lay on my lap, looming. He slowly moved his hand upwards, gently moving underneath the seam of my dress, towards the lace of my panties. His pupils widened while he lightly massaged my upper thigh with his fingers, teasingly brushing over the mound of my lace covered vulva. My body trembled under his touch. Nobody had touched me like this in ages and I was aching for the pleasure that it brought.

With a soft stroke he brough his fingers directly over my vulva, massaging it directly now. His hand was warm, and I felt my panties getting wet. Soaking wet. He must have felt it too, I was dead sure about it. There was no way in hell that he didn’t feel my juices flowing out like a river running wild. To my surprise, and utter dismay, he stopped. He put his hands onto my knees instead of continuing where I wanted him to. “Be good for me now and spread your legs. Don’t make me open up for me.” he said in a low, almost growling voice. This was clearly not the same person that had fumbled with his sleeve during our last conversation. This was a version of him that must have been lying low until now. I obliged, of course, and spread my legs in front of him, slightly embarrassed. “Good girl,” he mumbled, “now lean back, no need to watch my head while I burry it between your lovely thighs.”. It was an order, not him considering the niceties of cunnilingus. Again, I did as he told me and laid back onto the bed. His hot breath lingered over my private parts for a moment, the anticipation was rising within me, and before I even knew it, he had lowered his lips to the mound of my vulva. I gasped in excitement as he kissed my private area with more vigour than I had ever experienced. He was tasting me through the delicate lace of my underwear before shoving one hand under my ass and lifting it just enough to remove my panties. Now everything was laid out before him and he wasted not a single second. His lips met my sensitive spots, kissing, tasting, massaging. I arched my back as I could no longer hold in my desire. My body was hungry for more.

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