I can’t believe I let you catch me off guard,” he whispered in a deep and gravelly voice. Taking another step forward, she meekly said, “don’t come near me. What do you want?” He laughed. “What else do you think I want? I don’t spend my time following anyone around just for the laugh. I’ve been watching you for a while now. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Hearing his voice, she doubted that.
“What do you mean nothing to be afraid of?!,” she whispered, angry at how pathetic her voice sounded. She heard him laugh again. She tried to focus on his face, but the angle of the lights were throwing too many shadows. “You don’t recognize my voice?” He asked, teasing as he took another small step towards her. “We must address that problem later,” he growled. She felt her stomach tighten, her nipples harden, her breath catch in her throat. She pushed herself up against the closet doors as hard as she could, feeling utterly exposed and frightened. Her blue eyes were wide, but they were staring at him.
He growled again. “Right now, I believe you have something for me, and I know you’ve been thinking about it. I have been watching you while lay on this bed pleasuring yourself, I know what you think about when you do. When you moan, I hear it. As you fall over the climax, I feel the pleasure flow off you as you grab the bedsheets and I watch as your body tenses. I watch your nipples contract as you sigh out your pleasure. And now, I want to feel it, taste it, absorb it. Don’t be afraid.”
Author: Aussie-of-Skellige
After so long … Meeting with Daddy again dom M, sub F
They sat at the table in the bar, a nervous tension between them, she was playing with her hair and grinning into her drink. She could smell him sitting so close to her, it was intoxicating. They had been making small talk for a while, she would coyly look at him and blush, and he would smile back knowing the devilish thoughts in her head. She tapped her long red nails on the side of her cocktail glass, intentionally crossing her legs so that her thigh was incredibly close to his chair. He took the opportunity and lightly put his hand on her calf. He felt her body respond, almost flinch, under his touch, and he laughed slightly. She was watching his hand move up her leg, to her knee, where his fingers deftly played with the back of her knee, causing her to squirm slightly in her seat. She was still watching his hand, almost too nervous to look him in the eyes, to betray the composure she was quickly losing. It had been so long since he had been able to touch her, the sensation seemed to be amplified like never before. His hands kept slowly moving up her leg, caressing her thigh, moving towards her hip. He heard her gasp slightly, knowing that how they were sitting, no one else could see his hand, and he knew that excited her. “Look at me,” he growled. She hesitated, and she felt his fingers dig into her thigh, a little painfully, but it made her comply. She looked into his eyes, his body leaning over the table so their faces were so close. “Don’t disobey me, little one,” he whispered. Her eyes were open wide, her mouth slightly open, he could tell her breath had quickened. “Your skin is so soft,” he opined, as he continued to lightly run his hands over her thigh. “You have missed my touch, haven’t you?” he asked, grinning at the arousal so obvious on her face. She just nodded her head in reply. “Uncross your legs,” he demanded. This time she didn’t hesitate. His hands slowly moved towards the crease between her legs and body, he remembered how she would always jump when he touched that area like he was able to send a shock through her. Sure enough, she did, and he laughed. He sighed and let out an almost silent growl, loud enough for only her to hear. He saw a grin tug at the side of her mouth in response to his primal noises. “You HAVE missed this haven’t you?” he teased, as he ran his hands back down her leg and kneaded her calf. She blushed and looked away. He grabbed her chin and turned her head back towards him. “I asked you a question.” She smiled. “I’ve missed this,” she purred back. He grunted and sat back in his chair, devouring her with his eyes. This time she didn’t shy away from his glare, although it always made her just slightly nervous, she relished that feeling.