There was no kiss, but your hunger was there in those eyes that I love. It was so visible and I wanted to taste it. But you made me wait; already in control.
That firm squeeze of my thigh in the car told me what I needed to know. What I knew...suspected might be in store for me today.
The cold of that hotel room set me further on edge. A knife's edge which I was already on from the minute we set this date. You wanted me dressed and ready for you and not even deep breaths were going to steady my nerves or my trembling hands. They did not want to behave - Nor did I.
I felt the hint of adrenaline when you tried to hurry me along and out of the bathroom.
I was definitely not in the mood to comply.
You looked at me when I emerged and I couldn't read you. But then a hungry, almost desperate kiss (finally) left its delicious impression upon my lips and it was the approval I needed...a relief. However, this was to be a relief short-lived as I was soon on my knees and restraints were on my wrists and before long, your gorgeous hands were full of my hair and my mouth full of you.
The force of you was utterly intoxicating. The girth and length of you was asphyxiating and my soaked pussy belied my resistance being shown on the surface. The defiance when you demanded that I beg for you, my hands attempting to push you from my mouth when you pushed in deeper than I've ever had you (or anyone).
As my mouth and throat filled with saliva, every thrust of your hips forced me into a conflict between wanting it even more and feeling desperate for air. Your eyes were hard when I looked up into them...when you allowed me a couple of breaths and a moment to check in.
Before too long I was inwardly begging for you to feel just what effect you were having on me and my need for oxygen became a distant requirement. Finally I felt you lean forward and then (smack!) ...wow. It wasn't hard, but it was enough to get my attention. Every thrust after that was animalistic and frantic. You had me by the hair but I knew who was in control then.
Control.
You took it back when you stripped me down and put me face down on the bed. Prone. Restraints were being tethered, but I was not going to let that happen for you too easily.
(Smack!) My attention snapped into place as I felt your hand on my left cheek.
(Smack!) "Stop resisting". I felt that one all along my left side starting from my ass, up to my neck and I swear it stung the inside of my eye. But still I wanted to resist and I did just one more time.
(Smack!) That one did me in. My entire body felt it and I very nearly cried, but a flood of warmth stopped me and the tingling between my legs increased.
Limbs stretched wide, my legs apart and my vulnerability at its height. At some point you teased my buttplug into me but I was already feeling fuzzy around my edges. I can't recall whether you pushed it into my ass before or after you forced yourself into my starving mouth again.
At one point you were down at that end (with my very red ass) and your thumbs teasing me to the edge of orgasm. Your control over my pleasure was excruciating and masterful and the challenge of not cumming without your permission left me wanting you even more than I felt I already could. No one had ever held me at the mercy of their whims in that way..not ever.
You had my brain (and my pussy) burning with the electricity of anticipation and I would do anything to experience this again.
"I want you to cum. Now." They were amongst the best words I had heard that day. Your digits took me to the place we go together sometimes and I wanted you to join me. So badly.
And then - candle wax.
Initial drips on my lower back. An immediate sting which seared into my brain...a moment later, gone. Relief and breathe.
Repeated several times.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
And then it changed.
The next thing I felt was that familiar sting, the tearing into my brain but immediate relief did not come this time. This was very different and tested my pain threshold more than it has been tested in a very long time.
My red raw skin. The place where you had taught me a lesson in compliance not long before..I was reliving the lesson, tenfold.
The heat of the wax, the controlled orgasm before that, the firm hand on my flesh, submission on my knees before you and the cold of that room.
I'll take this memory with me into the next adventure with you...and the next after that.
Because I am yours and you are mine. |
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