Hi :)) I’m new to this subreddit… And writing erotica in general… I’ve written quite a few stories but this is the first I’m actually happy with. I hope you like it :)) constructive criticism is much appreciated. Also I know the ending is kinda abrupt ‘:D always struggled with that haha. Also I have no clue what I’m supposed to write in the title ‘:D But anyway… Redditors, I present to you : Impatient
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Impatient
“And when we get back, I’m going to get you out of that dress and make love to you all night”.
His alluring words echoed in my head.
I still remember how he had whispered the words when I was getting dressed for the party. His arms around me as we stood in front of the mirror, tracing the curve of my waist, letting a hand wander down and press against my pussy through my dress. His lips on my neck,his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. His body pressed into the back of mine. The growing bulge of his erection in his pants pressed between my thighs.
I could not keep my eyes off him all night. He looked so handsome in his tux. I barely remembered what the party was for in that lustful haze. Was it a birthday? A promotion? An engagement? It didn’t matter to me. All I knew is that by the end of the night I would be his and he would reign over my body. He took every opportunity he had to remind me of what was to come, looking oh so innocent as his hand slipped through the slit of my dress under the table and mercilessly teased me. He made every other sound fade away when he whispered in my ear how much I was turning him on and how he couldn’t wait to get home. I so clearly remember his amused grin when I flushed, embarrassed because I’d accidentally let out a soft moan as his fingers traced small circles on my clit over my underwear.
We didn’t waste any time when we got home. The moment we walked in, he grabbed me, pulled me to him and kissed me passionately. We stumbled up the stairs, kissing and quickly made our way to the bedroom. He pushed his coat off impatiently, and I unbuttoned his shirt, which joined his coat on the back of a chair. Then he walked around me, pushed my hair to the side and began to slowly unzip my dress, his lips setting fire to the skin he left cold and bare.
He’d just finished getting me out of my dress and my underwear when the call came. He pulled away so abruptly, and told me he needed to take the call. He left me with nothing more than a kiss, and I was forced to stumble to the bed on legs that his touch had made weak. Now I’m lying in bed naked, longing for him to come back and finish what he’d started.
God! It’s taking forever. I’m getting so impatient. I don’t think I can just lie here any longer. I throw the covers off and hop out of bed, shivering slightly. I pause to grab the shirt he’d carelessly tossed onto the back of the chair and slip into it. The shirt is warm and very big for me. It smells like him. I smile as I pull it around me.
I slowly make my way down, being careful not to make any noise. As I near the kitchen I hear him talking animatedly to his colleague. I crack the door open and peek in. My breath hitches and I feel myself getting more wet. He’s pacing, his lips stretched by that cheeky smile I fell in love with. My eyes trail down his body, over his bare chest and to the bulge in his pants. I want him so bad.
His tone suggests that they’re no longer talking about anything serious, so I throw the door open and walk in. He stops pacing to look at me, his eyes widen when he realises that I’m wearing nothing but his shirt, which I’d left unbuttoned. He makes a gesture that confirms my suspicions : whoever’s on the other end of the line is yakking away about something that isn’t important. I pout and cross my hands over my chest. He simply shrugs and mouths “I know! What am I supposed to do though?”
I sigh, frustrated and slump over to a chair and take a seat. He comes to a stop beside me, letting his hand idly play with my hair as he talks. Because I’m sitting and he’s standing, my face is at level with his cock. Hmmm…
A small smirk tugs at my lips. Making sure that he’s watching, I slowly unzip his pants and tug them down, followed by his boxers. I began to slowly stroke his cock. He watches me, first surprised, then amused. Oh I’m not here to entertain you love, I think, grinning. My eyes locked with his, I slowly lower my mouth to his cock and take it in my mouth, my tongue teasing the head. He bites back a moan, and his eyes narrow, daring me to continue. And I do. I begin to push his cock in and out of my mouth at a tortuously slow pace. He’s throbbing on my tongue. I go faster, pushing him further into my mouth. He’s struggling to keep his voice steady.
“That’s great! Hey… I’m kind of tired right now… I’ve been out all evening so… I’ll talk to you tomorrow? I really want to hear all about it”, he says to the caller. They exchange goodbyes and he puts the phone down.
I try to pull him out of my mouth, but his hands fist in my hair, holding my head still. He begins to thrust into my mouth rapidly, his cock sliding into my throat. If I could smile, I would. This is exactly what I wanted. Him, desperate for me. Desperate to be inside me. He stills suddenly, his entire cock in my throat, and I feel his warm cum flood my throat. He pulls out, and we’re both panting. I give him a coy smile, wiping some cum that trickled out the side of my mouth and suck it off my finger. He doesn’t return my smile. My smile disappears under his stony gaze.
Uh oh. I’ve managed to annoy him. I feel myself flush, lowering my gaze.
“Bedroom”, he says quietly. “Now”
I don’t hesitate. I scramble to my feet and rush to the bedroom. I know exactly what he wants me to do. When I get there I immediately take the shirt off, then kneel by the door. Looking down, thighs spread, just the way he wants. I’m trembling with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. He isn’t like this often. But when he is… oh my.
I glance up when I hear his footsteps outside the door, then quickly lower my gaze. Let’s not make this worse than it has to be. The door opens. He walks in and comes to a stop in front of me.
“That was very naughty.”, he says. His voice is soft. Seductive. Powerful. It sends shivers down my spine.
“B-but sir… I didn’t break any rules…”, I look at him through my eyelashes, trying desperately to stop the cheeky grin that’s threatening to creep back onto my face. He looks amused. That’s a good sign.
“That’s true”, he says chuckling. “Still you’ve been quite naughty and you know it. I’m going to punish you for that.”
I bite my lip nervously. He looks down at me, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. He walks around me, and I see a black silk sash dangling from his hand. My breath hitches as he comes to a stop behind me, then ties the sash securely around my eyes. I can’t see a thing. I hear him walk back so he’s standing in front of me again.
“What a lovely sight”, he murmurs softly.
Suddenly, his hands are wrapped around my waist and he’s lifting me. I let out a cry of surprise as he tosses me onto his shoulder. I can do nothing but dangle helplessly as he carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently, and I sink into the soft mattress. I hear his footsteps recede, then the sounds of drawers opening. When he comes back, the sound of his footsteps is accompanied by the faint clinking of metal. Cuffs. His hands circle my wrist, and the cold metal against my wrists confirms my suspicions. Once he’s done, I give the cuffs a little tug and gasp. He’s cuffed me to the bed!
I lie still again, trying to listen for more sounds that will tell me what he’s up to. I feel his hands suddenly grab my ankles and yank my legs apart. The familiar leather straps of the spreader bar encircle my ankles. I’m now completely at his mercy.
I grow more nervous as I feel him get off the bed, then hear him walk away. He stops, and I hear the faint shuffling of items. I squirm nervously, wondering what else he would use on me. He makes his way back, then sits beside me. I feel his warm breath on my neck as he leans toward me, planting gentle kisses on my neck and making his way up to my lips. I kiss him hungrily, arching myself off the bed so I can press against him. He pulls away, chuckling as I let out an anguished sound, fighting against my restraints in vain.
I feel him shift slightly, then feel his fingers tug at my nipple. I moan softly, arching into his touch. Suddenly, I feel a cool, slippery object on my other nipple. I cry out in surprise, my body both relishing and cringing away from the intense sensation brought by the ice. He circles my nipple with the ice cube, then slides it across to my other nipple, pressing it into my skin. My nipples pebble under his ministrations. I feel the ice melting slowly against my hot skin, the cool water trickling down the sides of my breasts, sending shivers down my spine. He slowly moves the ice cube down my stomach, circling my navel and moving it toward my pussy.
I brace myself, expecting to feel the cold cube against my clit next, but cry out in surprise as I feel his hot mouth on my pussy instead. I moan, lifting my hips to push my pussy into his mouth. His tongue pushes between my wet folds, savoring my juices. He starts sucking on my clit, making me moan and beg for more. Two fingers slide into my pussy and thrust into it rapidly. I gasp. His fingers are still cold from holding the ice cube. The mixture of sensations, his hot mouth on my clit and his cold fingers in my pussy push me over the edge and I cum hard on his fingers. He laps up my juices. I lie there, panting, letting out soft, contented purrs as he strokes my hair.
“We’re not done yet, babe”, he says, laughing as my mouth drops open. He playfully pinches my nipple “This is a punishment, remember? You wanted me so bad that you interrupted my call, so I’m going to punish you by making you cum till you beg me to stop or pass out”
I shiver, half dreading and half looking forward to my punishment. I feel him shift between my legs, using the spreader bar to push my knees up.
“Oh now look at that pussy. So wet and ready for me.”
I feel the tip of his cock push between my pussy lips and rub against my swollen clit. I whimper. I want him inside me.
“Mmm… You want it bad don’t you”
All I manage is another soft whimper in response as the tip of his cock pushes inside me.
“Tell me you want my cock”
“I-I want you inside me”, I manage to say. He pushes in painfully slowly and I moan, writhing under him. He pulls out at the same slow pace. I want to beg for more, but all I can manage are small whimpers and moans. He stills. Only the tip is inside me now. I summon every last ounce of strength I have left to say “Please”, but didn’t get more than a syllable out as he thrust hard into me, burying his cock inside my pussy again. He repeats this. It’s torture, the slow, almost hesitant pulling out followed by the sharp thrusts, which elicit yelps of surprise and pleasure from me. It’s driving me crazy, pushing me to the edge but he isn’t quite letting me cum. With every single thrust I come closer, but I’m brought farther away as he slowly withdraws from me.
“Oh please!”, I manage to moan as he slowly pulls out of me.
“Oh please what?”, he murmurs softly against my neck.
“Please. Please fuck me harder”
“Mmm…”
He lifts his head and kisses me softly. I return the kiss, fighting against my restraints, wanting to hold him. Suddenly, he breaks the kiss and begins thrusting rapidly into me. I cry out, and cum almost instantly on his cock. He continues thrusting into me. I lost count of the number of orgasms I had. He cums after about a hundred orgasms, filling my pussy. He pulls out, and I’m panting and utterly spent. My limbs are weak and I don’t think I can move. Without warning, he twists the spreader bar, and I’m forced to lie on my front with my ass in the air.
“Hmm…”
His hands trace the curve of my ass, spreading my cheeks, then move onto my pussy to rub my clit.
“Again…?”, I say weakly. I’m clearly spent. He wouldn’t…
“Again. I meant what I said baby girl. I’m going to make you cum till you pass out or beg me to stop. So unless you plan on begging… Yes, again”
He knows I won’t beg. Not because it would hurt my pride. I’ve begged plenty in the past, when he teased me and wouldn’t let me cum. No, I want him. I want to feel him inside me again. I remain silent.
“I thought so… You can’t get enough of this cock, can you?”
I blush and shake my head shyly in response. No I can’t. No point denying what’s true.
“Good. Because I sure as hell can’t get enough of this pussy”
I’m surprised. There’s no trace of the amusement that I’d expected in his voice. Instead, it’s filled with a mixture of lust and love. I wish I could see his face. Look into his eyes, darkened with lust. Lust for me. I sigh, slightly frustrated at my bound hands, they prevent me from pulling my blindfold off.
I feel him bend over me, gathering my hair with one hand. He wraps it around his fist, so my head is forced back. I cry out as he starts to fuck me again, one hand on my hip and one tugging gently at my hair. He starts slow, but soon loses himself and really fucks me hard. Oh my god,it’s heavenly. I feel another orgasm bubbling up and he knows it too.
“Yes! Cum for me baby”
His hand leaves my hip and traces a path to my ass. He spanks me, then spreads my cheeks and thrusts a finger into my ass. It’s too much. I cum hard, crying out and the world goes dark around me.
When I come to, I’m lying in his arms. He’d untied my feet and uncuffed my hands. I blink , my eyes adjusting to the light, and look up at him. He grins at me gently, stroking my hair.
“There’s my good girl. You actually passed out.”,he says, chuckling.
I can do nothing but smile sleepily. We kiss and I fall asleep in his arms.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nj2wqp/impatient_a_romantic_erotic_short_story_male_dom
Nice work. I think the ending is fine bit I’d have liked the bj on phone to be more drawn out. Well done