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 her own or play later with him. To most, it was an easy choice, but she was greedy and never had to answer to someone else before. She chose to wait in hopes to enjoy herself more and to please him.
It felt like ages with every passing minute and hour. She could 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.
He told 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 at best. 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 instructed 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.
He instructed further, telling her to lightly touch her tummy and the inside of her thighs, make sure her knees were farther apart still. As she touched, she made sure to get as close as possible to her aching cunt. She could feel the heat, the need. This lasted for what felt like ages. Time not moving fast enough for her and he knew. This was torture, as she could feel her clit developing its own hard pulse, yearning 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 fingers into her yearning cunt. 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 mess she just made 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.
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