I watch you, my eyelids half-closed, as you start to work. My thighs tense as your tongue slides up past my button and back down, tentatively at first, but over and over. My head rolls back and my thighs squeeze your head in closer. I reach forward to rest my hand on the warm nape of your strong neck, pressing you closer
I’m getting off knowing that you are in my power – my toy, perhaps I’ll even call you my pet, if you’re that good. I hope you are. And then, you start sucking rhythmically on my clit. Your teeth skim along the bottom. Electric sparks explode all through my crotch and sizzle through my body. I’m not even aware of my own harsh pants and moans. My pussy, all the way up to my abdomen, clench over and over, getting stronger with each spasm, until I crash over the edge into a luscious breathless orgasm. So fast and long.
“Fuck…oh FUCK!” My heels dig in to your back, grinding you into my wet slit while I writhe on your desk. Son of a bitch, why didn’t I do this sooner?
I’m panting hard, but still tense and ready for much more. “Nice! But not nice enough, toy. I have other ideas.” I push your face away with one foot planted in the front of your shoulder, admiring the shine of my juices on your chin.
I grab your collar again and pull you up. You struggle to rise with your hands still tied. With my help, you make it to your feet. I grab the back of your neck and squeeze you forward to lick those velvet juices off your goatee. “I like that rough chin shoved into my pussy while you lick my clit. Don’t forget that, toy.”
I unbutton your shirt all the way down, and pull it out of your waistband. With your shirt out and open, I stop and look you in the eye. You look down. “Good, pet,” I purr, running my fingertips along and just under the top edge of your waistband. Your stomach twitches, your head rolls back, a growl in your throat, your crotch pumps forward. Running my hands up your torso, I pinch your nipples, firm and fast, on the way by, making you jump a bit. “Silence, toy, and hold still,” I murmur, with a soothing lick and suck to both nipples.
Opening your shirt wide, I lightly rub my nipples in little circles over your rough chest. The leather and laces of my bustier slither against your belly. My bare pussy presses wetly against the front of your pants – that’ll leave a mark, I grin & laugh to myself.
I yank that shirt down your arms, leaving it bunched around your tied wrists. Yesss, this is what I’ve wanted to see and touch – masculine shoulders. My hands roam freely across them and then shove those shoulders down to the floor, down on your back. You struggle to lay on your bound wrists, pulling them to one side.
I step up so my long legs are straddling your heaving dark-haired chest. “Look at me, pet.”
You look up my body, your eyes dark with lust, and into my eyes, until I’m captured myself for a moment in the most intense stare, searing laser eyes. We’re not messing around now. This is damned serious for both of us. Exactly what we’ve needed deep down, in our own ways, but both presumed would never happen for us. We both know the experience is stolen, selfish, and terribly satisfying.
“There’s so much more I’m going to get from you,” I promise with a touch of threat.
…To be Continued…