You reached between my legs and slowly stroked my wet pussy, fingers teasing. I felt your legs press against mine, warm skin to warm skin. Your other hand holds the chain links between the cuffs, arching my back so that only my waist rests on the couch, my back arched downwards.
“What do you want?” You asked huskily.
“You,” I let out in a gasp, “Master,” I added, knowing that you will wait for it…or spank me for not using the title.
Your fingers slide in, 2 in my pussy, thumb pressing my clit. You rub in a slow circle over my clit and my knees quiver, your hand holding the cuffs probably the only thing keeping me upright.
Fingers and thumb keep up a lazy stroke, the tempo easy. I feel the orgasm come like a gentle wave and gasp as it rolls through me.
You undo the cuffs, and I drop my arms to my side as I stand up, rolling my shoulders, neck, head and stretch my arms out in front of me.