My arousal mixed with the vanilla sent and hung in the air. He leaned in and inhaled. In the position I was in, he could see how wet my pussy was. The juice felt like it was dripping down my thighs.
“You wouldn’t be lying to me, Lucinda?”
“Uhm.” My mind went blank. I searched my brain for words to describe how his hands on me felt, without giving too much away or embarrassing myself.
Nothing sounded right or honest enough.
Then he slid a finger along my pussy lips and words escaped me.
“Ohhhh.”
“What color, Lucinda?” His finger stopped but didn’t leave my pussy.
“What?” I cried out.
“Green or red?”
What did he mean? Green or red. “Oh! Green, Sir.” Definitely green.
“Very good.” He rewarded me by moving his fingers again. His fingertips rubbed up and down my pussy lips, spreading my juices. He paused to circle my clit a few times and continued the thorough pussy massage. My body spasmed uncontrollably. My entrance tingled, inviting him inside, but he remained on the outside. I bit my lip to keep from directing him, but it was hard. What was happening to me? Where did the obedient little submissive go? Even in my mind, I would work through a scene and take from it what the Dom gave me. With Marcus, I wanted more. Wanted him to finish me off and then fuck me senseless to get me off again.
“Lucinda.” His hands had left me during my little internal rant.
“Yes, Sir?” I tried to keep my voice neutral.
“Is there something you need?”
“Need?”
“Yes.” He rested his hand on my hip. “You left our scene for a bit. Maybe you want to tell me what will bring you back?”
“I’m right here.” I tested the straps holding me in place.
“Physically yes, but mentally, where did you go?” His voice lowered and grumbled. It vibrated against my pussy.
“I… uhm.” I wasn’t sure what he wanted. Or what I wanted for that matter. Maybe I could start with the truth. “I’m a little worked up and can’t focus.”
“Okay, that’s understandable.” He stood up and pushed the chair back. The metal wheels scraped across the cement surface and collided into something, stopping its path. He shifted back around to my backside and without moving the hand on my hip, with the other hand he plunged two fingers into my pussy.
The air left my body, but when it returned, I groaned and said, “Oh, thank you, Sir.” Our whole session had been working me up to this point. It didn’t take long before I fell off the orgasmic cliff into bliss. He slowed down, but continued finger-fucking me, wringing my orgasmic energy from my body. Instead of stopping, he started in again, harder, faster. He brought me over the top again.
“Oh my god, yes!” I screamed, holding onto the side of the bench as if it was the only thing connecting me to the world. As my second orgasm winded down, he removed his fingers from my body. I would be surprised if I hadn’t left a puddle on the ground beneath me.
“There you go.” Marcus had shifted to my other side. “Maybe now we can focus.” He sounded disappointed.
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
“No need to be sorry, Lucinda.” He laid another one of those chaste kisses on the side of my ass. “It’s worth shifting my plans a bit to watch you come.” And with that he untied the rope around my back.
“Stay put.” He walked away a few steps but returned quickly.
“Oh.” A warm washcloth ran between my legs and down them. It felt nice on my sore bottom. He tapped my left and then right foot and pulled the boy shorts up and over my ass, then helped me stand. After a spanking, massage and two orgasm, both legs were wobbly.
Strong arms hoisted me up and carried me a few feet. A chair creaked slightly as my body settled into his warm lap. The blindfold lifted away, revealing the lights in the room had been shut off.
The window perfectly framed a small town full of white sparkly lights in the distance.
“Oh, wow.” I shifted on his lap for a better view.
