Splitting
“I’m sorry sir! I won’t do it again! Please! Please!”
“No. You won’t”. I bent over the bed to kiss her one last time, placed a hand on her throat, lightly squeezing. “I’m going to leave this cabin and you’re going to lay there and think about how close you came to disobeying me. When I’m done out there I’m going to come back in here and fuck you senseless. Once you’ve swallowed every drop of my cum, it might be your turn. Do you understand?”
Her body writhed against the restraints, pulling at the cords. Her breath came staccato as she continued to subdue her arousal.
“Yes sir. I understand” I moved my face close to her, one hand over her throat.
“What is going to happen?” I whispered into her ear.
“I’m going to lay here” she recited, “and think about how close I got to cumming. When you’re finished, you’re going to come back here and fuck me senseless. Then I’m going to swallow your cum. And then you’ll let me come.”
I pulled back and gazed into her eyes: “Maybe.”
I removed my hand, flipped the eye-mask over her eyes and threw on my blue flannel. More of a gesture than anything practical. Even this far from the fire, the cabin was sweltering. The air was thick and alive with our mingling sweats and her arousal. I certainly wouldn’t need it outside.
She kept my gaze for a while, but quickly turned her head away and pulled against the wrist straps. I walked down the length of the bed running my fingers down her arms, her torso, over a breast. Her body tensed as I approached her mound, red, swollen and dangerously wet. A spreading spot on the sheet was more than enough evidence for me. She was far too close to reaching her orgasm. Ignoring my primal urge to enter her that moment in a rage of lust, to fill her deepest reaches and to feel the contractions of her long-built orgasm, I passed a hand down the inside of her leg and tightened a strap, pulling her still.
“How long will you be gone? Sir?”
“As long as it takes. I’ll be just outside the window”
I took the axe from next to the door, hefted its weight in my hand and went outside.
*The act of splitting wood has always reminded me of my virile masculinity. The way it activates all the muscles of the back, the chest and the arms to drive a single blade with unyielding force into a precise point. The perfect swing is like bringing you to perfect orgasm. Subtle nuance combines with overwhelming power as the cascade of musculature flows up my spine and into my tool. I feel masculine. I feel powerful. I feel like mounting you until you scream my name, and break. *
I took a momentary break from swinging to look through the window. She was still laying there, spread out over the bed. The wetness between her legs still glistened. Her breathing was slower than before. Her still pert nipples rose and fell more regularly, and her face was calmer, almost meditative. She must be learning I thought. By now the labor had worked my up into a frenzy. I took up my axe and set another log, but all I could think about was her. Her tightness, her aroma, her moans. With every swing I felt my back grow, blood rushing to the muscles. My shoulders were sore, but my body latently knew what was about to come. Seeing her there and the sheer, primal joy of exercise came together and overcame me. I slammed the axe into a log, lodging it there. Grabbing my shirt, I pulled the door open.
*The first thing I always notice about our cabin is your smell. Immediately I feel neural pathways firing: images of your eyes, your chest: the feeling of your lips, the wetness of your pussy. It’s warm and comforting. Organic and beautiful. Yet I always feel the impulses ride down my spine until it registers behind my balls. With every breath the physical sensation of my lust expands like a palpable weight.*
I walked into the room, dropped my shirt on the nightstand and examined her. Right where I left her. The puddle spreading from her pussy across the bedspread had grown in my absence. She jumped slightly as the door clanged shut behind me.
“God, sir, please!” came fumbling out of her mouth as she sensed my presence in the room. Struggling against her bindings I could feel her tension, so I tightened them. I ran a finger along her slit, gathering her juices and brought it to my mouth. A quiver ran up her body in direct response. “Please, let me come sir! I’ve been so-”
A slap across her face silenced her again. She let out a gasp and another reflex-induced struggle against her restraints.
“You are to remain silent, slut, unless you are asked a question. Do you understand?”
She nodded her head vigorously. Another slap.
“I said, do you understand”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl. Now, as per our agreement, you are not to cum until I have had my way with you, until I have used you in every way I see fit. Are you ready to be a good slut?”
“Yes sir.”
I remove my belt and place it on the bed to be used again, on her ass, should she displease me tonight or her exposed pussy, should she really displease me. I stop to appreciate the feeling of relief as the bulge in my pants is freed. The pendulous momentum of my package almost pushed me to the breaking point. The desire to enter her, right then and there, is overpowering. To push in through your lips into the soft wetness and to lose myself there fills my mind. But it would all be over too soon; I contain my urges and mount the bed with you.
*I love using your mouth for my pleasure. Your eagerness to take as much as you can betrays your lust, your desire to please me. Your perfect lips wrapping around the head, licking in circles over the range of my corona with the flat of your tongue. Easing your head down to take more and more of me, until you shove the entirety into your throat. Feeling the tip of your tongue work its way along the bottom of the shaft to barely touch my balls. The way your bobbing increases as I moan out the building tension. But not tonight. Tonight I am in charge. And I am taking what I like best.*
My knees above her shoulders, I position my rock hard member centimeters from her face. She felt the pressure of my weight on the bed around her body and knew what was coming. Her mouth opened, waiting for me to insert myself at my leisure. Not yet, I thought to myself. Inching forward, I placed my perineum above her waiting face. She must have sensed my intention, as she immediately began licking. Forceful strokes along the underside of my balls sent me into a frenzy.
“Mmmmmm, there’s a good slut” I moaned out, only to feel her speed increase at the praise. The sensation began to travel to a spot just behind to point where my shaft meets my body, a nexus of my sexual arousal, where the weight of the blood that engorges my penis pulls on my body with a physical sensation comparable only to magnetism. It grew and grew inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled back, pointed my cock at her mouth and waited the fraction of a second it took for her lips to open for me. Her head left the pillow, inviting me to fuck her throat, to use her as she so often liked. I pulled back, feeling only her exasperated sigh on the sensitive tip. As I teased her, she fought up and I pulled her back. The air in the room seemed alive, telling us both how little it would take to make the other cum with typhoon intensity. Gripping a handful of hair I pulled her head back to the pillow and asked firmly how much she wants to suck my cock.
“So much,” she replied in a airy, almost parched voice “I want it so fucking much. Please sir, fuck my face and let me swallow your cum!”
I bent my face down to her, removed her blindfold and see her eyes immediately dart to my cock, so close to her waiting mouth.
“Stick out your tongue.” She complied before the command is issued. “Now lick it.”
Instinctively, she runs her wet tongue along the length of the shaft, never breaking eye contact with me. The sensation almost put me over the edge. A slight swirl over the sensitive area just under the tip drove me mad with lust and all pretense of teasing was lost. Pulling her head back again by her hair, I bent forward far enough to spit into her mouth, before I forced the entirety of my cock into her throat. She squirmed shortly under me, but quickly learned to open and stay open: that this was her new purpose. Stroke after stroke I fucked her mouth until the ball of lead at the base of my shaft grew outward into a spike of carnal pleasure. My head swam as I pumped without abandon. Quicker than I would have liked my orgasm became imminent. There could have been no effort enough to prevent it, so with a long moan I felt the first pump of my cum run though my cock. Contractile tissue throughout the lower half of my body pumped rope after rope of cum into the deepest part of her throat. Her own musculature contracted as she swallowed all of it, coaxing more out of my aching balls. As I regained control from the beast of my climax, I removed myself from her, allowing her tongue to trace another ring around my corona. This small gesture ushered forth another, unexpected string of semen, shot up from my spastically twitching cock.
I kneeled above her on the bed, collected my final rogue shot from her forehead on a finger and slipped it into her hungry mouth. Quickly her tongue swirled around the fingers, greedily collecting all she could.
“Good girl, you did very well.” I managed to get out between ragged breaths. I cleared the bed and set to work to reward her for her work and finish the task I started many agonizing hours ago.
*I truly love eating your pussy. The concentrated aroma of You is enough to drive me wild, so to taste you, in all your complexity is one of the most carnally arousing activities of my life: the softness of your lips under my tongue, the hard bulb of your enflamed clit, the power the most minute flick of my tongue has over your entire body. Yet the greatest pleasure is the feeling of your orgasm on my tongue. The gush of fluids, unlike any of your other tastes, the irregular contractions around my fingers pulling on your pussy, the almost pained look on your face as you finally give into that little death all combine in a physical confession of my love. You say you are at my command with my head between your legs, but I am at yours. Your minute, autonomic responses to my caresses all guide me to your ultimate pleasure, my singular drive.*
It’s been half an hour since I had my fingers in her pussy and all that waiting has left its mark. First I notice the redness, then the wetness. Her vulva and labia are unfolded like a flower in the depths of hottest summer, awaiting. Swollen and red, it leaked out the evidence of her arousal. I lapped it up from her thighs, savoring the flavor as much as her body’s heaves at the sensation of my tongue near her pussy. I move closer and closer, building anticipation. Whimpering deepened instantly into moaning as I insert a finger into her pussy, carefully sliding it in, only a few centimeters. The immediate squeeze it receives seems to draw it in deeper. I pushed down, stretching the walls, providing stability as they constrict. The barest tip of my tongue finally settled along the lips parted by my finger. The lightest brush stroke along the left lip, then the right, stopping just before they can caress her clitoris. Her breathing quickened with each stroke, her body fighting with all it could to prevent her orgasm. I quickened my assault.
Flat of my tongue pressed on her clit, I began to suck, softly and fully at first but with growing hunger, to draw blood into the region, to ensure that every later sensation would be as full as possible. Her hips began to rock against my downpressed fingers, my face to rock with it, countering its retreats with advances and its advances with retreats. Her taste began to change, signaling the imminence of her climax. In response I slowed my pace to a few long, lingering licks back along the edges of her pussy. Once she cooled slightly I began again, widening my tongue on the upper parts of her lips and her bare clit. Again and again I brought her to the crest of the wave, the closest edge of orgasm before pulling back. Every repetition of the cycle mounted on the last, stacking the intensity, doubling the desire. Soon she began pleading with me. She begged to end it. To finally cum after so long, after so much teasing, so much torture.
I had to oblige. Inserting another finger I pushed up onto her g-spot, tracing slow circles around the engorged tissue. Strokes of my tongue encircles her clit and her body writhed under me. I placed a firm hand over her lower belly to steady her, but her hips rolled side to side as the floodgates broke. Moans turned to screams as my fingertips worked up and down within her, as my tongue and lips sped up to the breaking point. When it hit, I felt carried away by it. The sudden taste, the sensation of her body’s spastic movement, her cries of pleasure brought me to final bliss along with her.
All through her orgasm I kept a slow rhythm to keep it going, to maximize the time her body spent in this most perfect state. Once they became spaced further out, after the seemingly unending wave of pleasure seemed to have all but mostly faded, I moved my body up hers, enjoying all of it on my way. I kissed up her hips and stomach, licked and sucked her nipples and buried my head in the crook of her neck, savoring the scent and flavor of her skin.
After swiftly undoing her restraints, I laid on my back next to her and let her lay on top of me, savoring her impossible heat. Her quivering began to subside as she lay on my chest. Her thighs were still sticky, but her breathing had slowed back to normal and the room had stopped spinning.
“Rest up tonight, my love,” I said, running my fingers through her hair. “Tomorrow I’m taking your ass.”
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