She’d grown needy and waited for the time to pass, checking the clock as if it were a pot to boil. He’d made a bargain with her; “play on your own now or play later with me, your choice.” To most, it was an easy choice, but she was greedy and never had to answer to someone else before. Despite her impulse to quell her yearning, she chose to wait in hopes to enjoy herself more later and to earn his favor.
She could hear every passing second tick away into oblivion. She could also feel how wet her cunt was becoming, her panties soaked in sin. At last, he was free of his obligations and joined her as he’d promised. She sighed relief when she heard the locks tumble in the door, certain she was seconds away from folding and giving in to her idol hands.
They embraced, kissing deeply as if an endless dark chasm had been keeping them apart. As if nothing less than a treacherous journey to cross the void could reunite them. He pulled away with his hands on her arms, holding her an arms length distance away. He could tell how unbearable even this small gesture was for her but he wanted to see her, wanted to know what patience did to her. He wanted to look into her eyes and understand the weight of her suffering for him.
After they made their way to the bedroom he instructed her to lay on her back and to spread her legs. He wanted her knees wide, her body open and accessible. She prematurely asked to touch her cunt, and he found this notion comical. He denied her request and instead told her to twist her nipples between her fingers. In an effort to redeem herself she instantly obliged. He told her to twist harder, to make it hurt. Though she winced from the pain, whimpering, she could feel how the hurt was morphing into pleasure. Deep down, inside herself, she could feel the electricity spread. More than ever she wanted to touch where, until further notice, he had forbidden.
His direction continued, and his next instruction was for her to begin lightly touching her stomach and the insides of her thighs. He also made sure she didn’t forget her knees and how spread she was supposed to keep them. As she touched each allowable area, she deviously drew a path on her skin that would bring her hands as close as possible to her aching cunt. She could feel the heat, the need. This lasted for what felt like a millennia as though his voice convinced even time itself to stop moving. He could see it in her face, in her eyes, this was torture. Even without his stinging prompts, her clit would not grant a lapse in reminder of how badly she wanted what he was soon to bestow. She could feel its own hard pulse, desperate to be touched, to be used.
Finally he asked, “Are you ready to play with your cunt for me?” She responded quickly, “Yes Sir, may I play with my cunt for you?” He followed, “And would you like to cum for me?” Again, she responded quickly, “Yes Sir, may I cum for you?” He granted her permission and she plunged her hand between her thighs. She was wet, very wet, more than she felt she ever had been before. She teased her clit and pressed fingers into herself deeper and deeper, finding her g-spot, feeling the pressure and need for release. She rubbed her clit faster wanting to orgasm, to experience pleasure, but more than anything to please him. It didn’t take long, she was meeting each thrust of her fingers with bucking hips and her moans became uncontrolled. She began to release the last bit of control she had over herself. As she relinquished every ounce of poise and grace she pretended to possess, she was able to experience her orgasm, one of her strongest. It ripped through her body as she grabbed the edge of the bed to steady herself.
She relaxed into the left over trembling and fading goosebumps and thanked him for allowing her to cum. As he watched her, and witnessed her transform slowly into his submissive, his arousal grew with each and every stroke of his cock. The thoughts mingling in his mind of all the things she would become for him. Her pleasure was his, her orgasm was his, the mark she just left was his. He owned her in this way and every other. He drew closer and closer to his own orgasm and with a few final strokes he came hard just as he instructed her to do. They both settled into their bed and came back down to Earth together, relaxing and purring.
From this moment forward she knew when she played, she did it for him and his pleasure and in turn fulfilled her own.
C. Stephens
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