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Drifting Desire – Part 11

Moving to straddle you, I push up from your chest, scratching my nails down your chest, pausing to tweak your nipples, tightening, until your breath draws in. Your back arches, your head rolls. I’m on a constant sexual high. Every movement, every nasty thought, every sensation, every delicious reaction, tightens a vise of tension in my genitals and deeper in my belly. My clit burns, my pussy drips, my muscles cramping. I hover over your shaft and warn you again.

“Don’t move! A second punishment will not be as pleasant as the first. And, you don’t want to miss out on your reward.”

With that, I encase your shaft in the wetness of my swollen pussy lips, pressing and sliding just slightly. Immediately, my nerves begin singing with breathtaking pleasure. God, I’m so ready now, it’s beyond belief. Through half-lidded eyes, I keep you in sight while I barely undulate against your tool.

You look besieged. Your head wrenched to the side, eyes squeezed shut. Every muscle looks tensed to lean sinew. Your struggle for control of your own immense pleasure just turns me on more, ratcheting me up the final peak.

My vision dims. My mouth falls open. My breath is held. My movement frozen to millimeters. The orgasm is inevitable now, but it spirals out and out and keeps growing in potential, like a heavy, lurking breaker coming up a gradual shoal out of stormy depths, building, growing. Ultimately, the wave crests and its full weight crashes down on me.

My shoulders jerk and slump, my forearms falling onto your chest again. I gasp and cry out, hoarsely, with each successive surge of release. “Oh. Fuck. Yes. Oh. Fuck. Yes.” Every slight movement of my hips sends fresh ripples spilling through me.

Grasping for breath and composure, I slowly come back to myself, spread across your chest. Your aching cock pressed between our crotches.

…To Be Continued….

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Drifting Desire – Part 10

As you adjust and relax, I continue pressing. Slowly repeating the start-stop pattern until my thumb is buried to my hand and you’re pressing against my deliberate thrusts. I let you fuck my thumb, my cunt twitching in pleasure with each of your muted moans. Once you are completely relaxed, I deviously bend my thumb to push lightly once, then once more, then again, against your prostate.

With startling speed, I feel your balls twitch against my wrist. Your spine stiffens. I cinch down hard on the base of your swelling erection with my fingers. You whimper and your hips jerk involuntarily, as your orgasm swells and ejaculate floods up to crash into my barrier.

Pulling my thumb out, I bend down again to your ear. “You are sooo naughty. No cumming, remember?” I playfully tap your still-tense ass cheek.

You shudder with a last dry thrust, and pant, “Ohh. Yeah. And I thought you were going to go easy on me.”

I smile. “Oh, I did, pet, this time.”

“Now, where was I? Oh, yes, you owe me an orgasm. At least one.” Releasing your throbbing unsatisfied rod from my stranglehold, I order, “Back on the floor now. That’s it, toy. And put those naughty hands of yours under your ass so you aren’t tempted to use them. Don’t make me sorry for trusting you with them.”

Once you comply with my directions, I stand over you for another moment. My legs spread-eagle. Seeing your manliness laid out for me to enjoy makes me burn. I want to do everything at once. That slightly violent feeling comes over me again. My good will thins.

I lower my self to one knee laid outside your legs, my other knee I lay across your groin as I lean up your body, my leather clad arms across your torso. I’m pinning you now as I look down at you relaxed, smiling naughtily. I slide my knee up your crotch along your cock. My skin is warm and smooth, like your shaft, distracting you. My fingers wrap around your throat, thumbing your Adam’s apple, partly caressing, partly squeezing, considering my options.

“What don’t I want to do to my toy?,” I muse. I reach up and tighten my fingers together in your hair, pulling your head back and to the side, biting your neck because I can and it pleases me. I snarl a needy groan.

…To Be Continued….

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Drifting Desire – Part 9

As you struggle to do so, I loosen the cable on your wrists and it falls to the floor. Your hands and shoulders are slow to move back in front, tight and sore from their captivity. From behind, I massage the blood back into your wrists, reaching up to massage your exhausted shoulder muscles. I shiver myself, unspeakably pleased with your submission.

“Next time, you’ll have a cock ring to help you, but this time, I’ll take it easy on you. Lean down.” You lean across your desk on your elbows. More lube and I start your wicked massage again. You start to relax again. Your sighs come quicker and shorter. My other hand reaches down to sample your cock again. Hard as concrete covered in velvet, your balls full and drawn up tight.

“Hmmm, you are liking your punishment. Let’s see how much more you can take.” With my hand wrapped tight across the top of your hard-on in a makeshift ring, I press the well-lubed thumb of my other hand against your slickened hole. You tense and I ease up but hold the pressure.

I lean over your back and nibble on your ear. “You’re going to like this,” I whisper wickedly.

…To Be Continued….

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Drifting Desire – Part 8

I lightly slap each of your butt cheeks. I know you don’t like being hit. This is for effect. No pain, just power and control. I can’t resist caressing that ass, ready to move on from the punishment now to pleasure. I reach for my coat, abandoned until now on the floor under your desk.

“Shall I leave you tied up here just like this?” I taunt, but without any real menace in my voice. It’s a hollow threat. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away now.

Instead, I pull from my coat pocket a bottle of lubricant and flick it open. From another pocket comes a light towel.

“You’re going to like your punishment, I think. As long as you don’t like it too much. No cumming yet or I’ll be very disappointed in you.” This time, there was a real threat in my tone.

With that, I up-end the bottle for a moment over your ass, letting the warm slickness flood over my fingers too. Spreading the towel under you, I reach down and under to caress your cock and balls with my slick hand. A little softer than rock hard now, but still firm.

“Nervous? Don’t you trust me?” You see I expect an answer.

“Please,” you respond in a whisper.

I make a reassuring noise and slide my hand back up to your ass crack, massaging you lightly, then more firmly, loosening your tension. As you begin to relax, you rumble sighs of growing pleasure.

The strain on your shoulders from lying face down with those arms behind your back must be incredible. Your muscles are quivering, over-used. Pleased with you, I decide to comfort now.

I wipe my hands. “Pet, stand up and lean over your desk for me now.”

…To Be Continued….

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Drifting Desire – Part 7

Perhaps it’s an involuntary habitual thrust as my warm, slick hole nears the head of your cock, or perhaps it is your own dark need to find out where my threat might lead, but you lose your control and move. Jerking your hips uncontrollably causes your shaft to slip out of my slit. I lose that delicious contact.

I suck in an irritated hiss of breath as my building orgasm fizzles away. Those unfocused violent feelings from a few minutes ago find a target. My eyes narrow on yours.

Icily, I drawl, “Well, that could have been a lot better.”

“I’m sor-,” you begin. I cut you off with a barked command to roll over.

“On your knees!” You look uncertain.

“You had one command to follow. You let me down. Now you have to pay me back,” I assert, severely and unsympathetically. “Now!”

With that, my pet, you roll over, clumsily, still with your arms tied behind your back. And I’m unbearably turned on, on fire. “I am so going to enjoy this,” I smirk, and to myself I think, and so are you, pet. I bet your frustrated beyond belief, haha.  I love being bitchy and mocking you like this.

In order to do as you’ve been directed with your hands still bound behind your back, you have to lie with your head cocked to one side. The side of your face crammed against the floor. Your knees bent under you. Ass in the air. Your pants still wrapped around your legs, binding them loosely together.

Beautiful, I think, in awe. I’ve never seen any man at any time look so hot, so desirable, to me. I’m delighted with your willingness to trust me this much, but it’s not time yet to tell you so. After all, this is supposed to be a punishment.

… To be Continued …

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