She beats him home, as was becoming commonplace most days. Running warm from the heat of summer and the humidity from the afternoon rain, she removes her cardigan and her dress slacks. She looks into the mirror and as a calmness washes over her, a small smile begins to form. Today she has some time to do as she was told. She finally removes the rest of her clothing including her panties, damp from her wandering thoughts earlier in the day. Her hands begin to survey her own skin, her own body, as if she’d never even felt it before. She’d come to find she could discover a new sensation each time if she simply got out of her own head and opened herself to the possibilities.
Author: beautifullybrkn
Bringing Her Back
She lay spent from her orgasm still very deep in a space she hadn’t quite felt before. He spoke sweetly to her, hoping to calm her mind as the inevitable electricity coursed through her body. He quieted her as her shallow breathing told him how much she needed him to soothe her. He asked her what she needed and when she was finally able to answer, she simply said “I need more” She was insatiable and she was his.
He began to work her back up, whispering dark and dirty things into her ear. The pleasure building once again, beginning to grow uncontrollable between her legs. Knowing soon she would have to ask for permission. Once she finally did, he wasn’t ready, he was close but needed to witness more lust and desperation drip from her lips. His denial made her desire swell and she could barely form the words to ask again, to plead with him. As she was finally allowed to give up control, she gladly thanked him over and over again as the second orgasm ripped through every inch of her body. Once again she was left unable to speak. As she lay there, he listened. She could only breath, still so deep in her own mind. Now, as he whispered to her, they were words of caring, of love, as he hushed her and hoped to bring her back. The moments passed so slowly but he wouldn’t want to be anywhere but there with her, comforting her, loving her.
Awake With Need
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 her everything, from her haunting eyes that could pierce your very soul to her bright and enveloping energy that extended from her smile. He could barely stand the time between each of their meetings.
A Weakness Among Many
Her bare breasts fall against her body as she removes her clothing. So very exposed, for him, the perfect size and shape as he trails his fingers over them, finally cupping one and then the other in his palm. Her nipples, always so sensitive, immediately respond to the stimulation. She lays on their bed and simply awaits anything he’s willing to give her. He knows how much her nipples are a weakness and that his fingertips alone are torture; a torture she’s willing to endure for as long as he’s willing to provide.
A spark, that can’t help but spread from between her legs, begins to encourage a wonderful kind of yearning. He finally takes her nipple into his mouth, suckling and teasing with his tongue. This weakness showing its true nature as her moans and trembles begin to betray her counterfeit obstinance.
Art On Display
She stands in the middle of the room as people move about enjoying themselves. Her arms strung up above her, simultaneously showing the length of her body and pulling her breasts higher on her chest. The cold metal of the spreader bar attached to her ankles in stark contrast to her flushed skin. Poised between her lips, as if it always belonged, a ball gag to accompany her other accessories. Both breasts bearing jeweled, dangling nipple clamps combined with a matching clip, exposing her clitoris. Although small, each inspiring quite an elaborate atmosphere. The final piece to her wardrobe, her favorite of all his ties, a dark teal, silk fabric, secured over her eyes, magnifying her vulnerability.
Compliment after compliment quickly being shared as the party attendees stop to admire the room’s centerpiece. He stands and watches from afar as pride begins to well up inside of him. So many wishing they could touch what they can now only savor with their stares. He occasionally smiles to himself when hearing partners whisper of how they’d make use of her if given the opportunity. However, remarks and wishes remain bound among fantasy as the velvet ropes create a barrier to signify she is art on display or rather, his art on display.