I shivered in his grasp and he walked out of the kitchen then. In minutes, he had ascended the stairs and returned back to the bedroom where I had sucked his cock a short while before. Only this time, he tossed me onto the bed flat on my back.
“Open your legs. Show me where you need to be fucked,” he demanded. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could only feel.
My legs spread of their own accord and my hips rolled toward him, begging for him to take me as his.
I expected him to climb over me, to free his cock and to take my virginity fast and hard, just like he’d taken my ass before, but he didn’t. Instead, he knelt and brushed his fingers across my thigh. I shivered at the unexpected gentleness and inadvertently opened my legs just a bit wider.
“Hands over your head,” he commanded, his dark eyes holding mine. Slowly, I did as he asked, and he smiled softly in return.
“You are to keep them there until I give you permission to move them. If you disobey me, you’ll be punished instead of rewarded,” he said next and I shivered. I wondered what he would do. If I would like it.
Almost as if he could read my mind, his palm reached for me and settled right over the top of my pussy. He lifted his palm once and tapped my flesh, just sharp enough to grasp my attention but not hard enough to really hurt.
“You would spank me there?” I asked breathlessly.
“I would. Remember that if you dare think of disobeying me,” he answered, and a soft cry escaped my lips.
His fingers continued to explore my thighs and I knew he was studying me, memorizing the gentle curves of my flesh. Withmy thighs spread wide, I knew he could see how wet I was, how much I wanted him to take me and make me his. My hands pressed against each other, my fingers interlocking as a wave of desire rushed through me. My back arched a little and my ass pressed backwards into the bed, reigniting the raised welts on my punished cheeks.
I whimpered and then I grew wetter.
His hands were rough and callused, the hands of a man who had worked hard for everything he had been given in life. I trembled, feeling my muscles tighten with arousal as he touched me. First his thumbs caressed my calves, massaging away the tight knots from the day. Then he ventured further up my legs, touching my thighs and gently rubbing them until I felt as though I was going to melt.
His thumbs brushed against my inner thighs, sliding along my wetness as he did so. I whimpered, at first ashamed of my body’s betrayal but as he continued to tease me, I pushed away that feeling and instead focused on how good it felt, how much more aroused it made me. My arms trembled, wanting to reach down and brush my fingers through his hair, but I didn’t.
He’d told me to obey or he’d punish my pussy.
I shivered again, a soft moan escaping my throat.
He’d said he’d spank my sensitive folds.
With a gasp, I spread my legs wider, felt my core clench hard and liquid heat gathered between my thighs. Then he kissed the inside of my right thigh and I shook with pleasure. The wetness of his tongue caressed my skin and I gasped at its warmth at it trailed along my sensitive flesh.
Using his hands, he spread my thighs wider, kissing along my skin as he did so. I moaned softly and then his lips pressed against the crux of my inner thigh and my pussy. He softly brushed his mouth against my wetness, and I cried out, both ashamed and terribly turned on at the same time.
He took his fingers then and spread my folds, exposing my clit to his view. I gasped and quivered, arching against the bed but I kept my hands still over my head. I pressed my palms together and remembered his warning, which made it easier to obey.
He kissed along my lips, touching and teasing my sensitive flesh and I shuddered beneath him. His arms held down my legs, forcing me to open myself for him and I gasped as his fingers dug into my skin, just a little bit.
His mouth centered over the top of my clit then and I felt the warmth of his breath against my pussy. Every muscle in my body clenched tightly with need and my hips rose to meet him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to touch myself, but I didn’t.
Instead, I gave him control. I gave him everything.
My nipples hardened into tight little peaks and every muscle in my body went rigid with a need stronger than I had ever known. His lips descended onto my clit and I cried out, feeling his wet warmth surround my needy bud and then his tongue flicked it, just hard enough to make me gasp out loud.
His mouth latched onto me then, teasing me closer and closer toward orgasm as he did so. His tongue varied with pressure, taunting me with intense ecstasy then pulling back with just a light enough touch that left me feeling wanting and incredibly needy.
My breasts felt heavy with desire and I yearned to touch them, to tease and pinch my nipples with my fingers, but I didn’t have permission. Instead, I had to keep my hands over my head as he commanded.
I tried to focus on his instruction, but it became difficult. I just wanted to come, and his mouth was driving me wild. The flat of his tongue pressed against my clit, just light enough to tease and I moaned pitifully with need.
“Please,” I begged. I wanted to come. I needed it.
He continued to tease me, edging me closer to orgasm but never letting me pass the brink. My skin buzzed with electricity, and my lower belly clenched hard with desire. My hips rolled, trying to increase the pressure of his mouth but his grip tightened on my thighs, holding me down as he did so. He wouldn’t allow me to take control.
The longer he licked at my pussy, the more desperate I became. With a whimper, I squirmed. I felt feverishly hot and needy. My nipples were so hard they hurt, and I knew I was wetter than ever. Closer and closer I hurtled toward the edge of orgasm and then when he eventually pulled back, I wailed with disappointment.
I raised my hands and threaded my fingers through his hair, trying to hold his head in place, to make him give me release when I needed it the most.
