He slept soundly through the night. To his belief, he hadn’t tossed or turned and had no recollection of any dreams. There were no faint images left fading for his memory to grasp, though he knew he must have dreamt of something or someone.
He became aware of his stiff cock beneath the silk sheet and knew his mind must have drifted to his new submissive. He’d been waking from sleep with a hard-on so often he felt like a teenager again. The frequency of masturbation sessions also grew, with him sneaking away even at work to relieve himself. He thought of the woman whom he could only give the credit for this change. She still felt so novel as if she had graced his presence just yesterday, though, truly, it had been months ago. They had met at a charity event hosted by his business and the moment he saw her, he knew he had to possess her. He craved everything, from her haunting eyes that could pierce your soul to her bright and enveloping energy that extended into the world around her just from her smile. He could barely stand the time between each of their meetings.
He took his hard cock in hand and was instantly encouraged to make sure she did this for him soon. His calloused skin from some of his more manual labor projects around the house was not quite as wonderful or soft as hers. He envisioned her long, skinny fingers wrap around his girth making every stroke purposeful. Each movement extending his pleasure farther than he thought possible. Soon he imagined her mouth meeting her fist, her lips touching his cock as the head peaked through the opening in her closed palm. She began sucking and licking, not removing her eyes from his, smiling devilishly back at him even with his shaft now sliding over her tongue.
In this moment he was reminded of their recent rendezvous, in which he became acquainted with her dark desire masked in an adorable exterior. Her begging for release echoed in his mind as some of the dirtiest words escaped from her perfectly applied lipstick mouth. As he obliged and permitted her orgasm the moaning and heavy breathing he witnessed became music to his ears.
As he continued to craft the perfect fantasy in his mind, he saw her content on her knees still teasing his cock. He swiftly grabbed the ponytail she had and looked down at her with such evil pleasure. He pushed his manhood into the back of her throat and could feel her attempts to relax. She began drooling and makeup stained tears started running down her face. He loved to hear her choke on his length and the accumulating spit, allowing her to catch her breath only during the short moments he pulled out of her moutH completely. He took strong control and began fucking her face and told her to look at him, to not remove her gaze until he was done with her.
His hand wrapped tighter around his shaft and before he knew it, he felt some pre-cum drip down over his knuckles. This new sensation prompted him to check the clock and he realized if he didn’t get a move on he’d be late. Today, he decided he would exhibit more control than ever before and remain aroused for the woman he couldn’t get enough of. He wanted her with him, even if it wasn’t physically so. Soon he would get to live out these thoughts with her. However, today, he wanted to be awake with need.
C. Stephens
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/udzbiv/awake_with_need_mfds