Once in the room, I push him back.
“Strip,” I demand.
One corner of his mouth turns up as he backs up while pulling on his sleeve. In one swift move, his shirt goes up and over his head. Looking at the hair on his chest that trails down his stomach to disappear in his pants has me wanting to rush, but I have a plan.
Seeing me still watching him, he goes for his belt, taking his time unbuckling while licking his lips. Then he whips it out of the holes and throws it down. In one yank, his pants and underwear are off. Then his socks. Completely naked, he stands there with his erection on full display. The thickness of every part of his body is so damn sexy.
“Kneel.”
He drops to his knees and looks up at me, open and ready.
I walk over and run a hand over his head until I land on the back of his neck gripping tight. Leaning down, I place a gentle kiss on his lips. He’s eager for more, but I pull away before it can go deeper.
Stepping back, I slowly start pulling off my own clothes while I keep my eyes on his. Once I’m naked, I see his hands clench with the urge to grab me.
Walking past him to the bed, I crawl onto it. He goes to stand, but Itskmy finger and point to the ground, telling him to stay there. He stays on his knees, but turns to see me better. I sit up against the headboard and let my legs fall open. He can see my desire for him glistening on my lips. He hisses before looking at me pleadingly.
“Just watch,” I say.
I slide my hands down my body, feeling its softness and curves. Lingering on my breasts I pinch at my nipples and squeeze them causing me to moan a little. When I get to my thighs, I slowly trail my fingers on the inside of them until I reach my center. Sliding my index finger through my folds, I bring it to my lips and suck while moaning again. He starts to stand, and I point that same finger at him.
“Stay.”
“Monty.”
“Did I say you can speak?”
“No.” His jaw clenches
“No, what?” I lift one eyebrow
“No, Mistress,” he growls out.
“Good boy.”
I swipe my finger again, this time going from top to bottom before sliding it inside. Quickly adding a second one, I move them slowly. I keep eye contact with him, watching as he grows more and more frustrated. He moans with me and his eyes flutter, but he doesn’ttouch himself. I add a third finger then bring my other hand up around my neck squeezing a little.
“This is how I like to be touched. I want you to push into me with your big dick and wrap a hand around my throat.” My breath is short, and every other word sounds like I’m moaning, but I don’t stop moving or looking at him.
“Right now, Mistress?” His voice is taut, pulled tight by his lust.
“Not yet.”
I keep playing with myself while never looking away from him. His pupils dilate as his eyes shift between my gaping mouth and my thrusting fingers. His dick twitches and his hands flex as he fights with himself to stay there.
“Keep watching,” I rasp before speeding up. The rhythm has me stretching myself even more. Squeezing my neck a little tighter has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I can’t help the cry that comes out at the pressure. I’m so close.
“Monty,” he growls, his voice desperate.
“Just watch,” I pant.
“Mistress, please.” His eyes are wild as they take me in.
Seeing him begging on his knees while I pleasure myself pushes me over the edge, forcing out my first orgasm. With a scream I throw my head back into the pillow and close my eyes. My legs twitch and spasm, shooting out straight.
When I stop shaking, I look at his dick and see even more pre-cum is leaking out. He is at the edge, and I haven’t even touched him yet.
“Do you know what to do now?” I ask him, still pumping my fingers in and out slowly.
