Sexy erotic D/s fiction. Sexually explicit, obviously. *smirk* Enjoy.
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He’s still sitting behind me with his knee between my legs. With my panties tied over my eyes, I’m hyper aware of his breath on my fingertips. He slides his hands over my ass, thumbs settling beneath each cheek. His grip is firm, solid. When he touches me, he really touches me. Like he needs me. And I want to give him every little thing he desires.
When he speaks now, his tone is gentle, coaxing. “Hands up, please. I want to look at you.”
I could melt into him, find the perfect curve of his chest to fill, inhale his scent, and savor him wrapped around me, compressing me. I could spend all night there. But he gave me a command and I’m ready to behave now.
Bending my elbows, I press my thumbs between my shoulder blades and try not to think about the curve of my belly and the girth of my thighs. My shoulders ache in the awkward position, but I’ll hold it without complaining. He deserves this at the very least. He cares for me and finds the best ways to please me when I don’t even know myself.
The only sound for a moment is the shift of his thumbs rubbing over the soft skin at the crease between my thigh and ass. “You are so beautiful.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I soak up the praise until I feel weightless. Whimpering, I press back into his hands. With a growl, he slides his thumbs away and bites the tender spot beneath my cheek. I clench. I need him everywhere at once, hard against my soft, rough against my smooth.
Taking his time, he slides his tongue between my thighs, so close to where I need him. Warm and wet, leaving a chill in its wake. I squirm as he drags it across the same spot he just bit.
He digs his hands into my soft flesh. “Patience, pet,” he warns.
“Sorry, Sir.” I’m the opposite of patient. Even with my wrists cuffed, I want to spin around, shove him down, and impale myself on his erect cock, glaring down at him as I have my way, daring him to stop me.
But I’m the submissive and he’s my Dom. So I try to be patient. For him.
“Step forward.” He nudges me then holds me until I’m steady.
I relax my arms back down behind me and roll my shoulders to relieve some of the aching. The bed creaks and his shirt tickles my forearms. With one hand, he wraps all of my hair and slowly pulls it to one side, twisting my neck, careful not to disturb my panties blindfold. I can sense the change in his tone before he’s even spoken. He’s rumbling. I can’t tell if he’s heating up for action or if I’ve displeased him.
In a low tone that I can feel through my chest, he whispers in my ear, “Why did you put your arms down, kitten? Did I ask you to?”
Shit. He didn’t. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
I begin to bend them back into their proper position, but my bound hands bump the front of his pants. I freeze. He’s hard as a fucking rock and it shoots aching need straight to my groin.
I’m tempted to cup him in my hand and knead him until he squirts in my palm. I grin.
“Do not touch me unless I tell you to,” he commands.
He knows me too well.
“Yes, Sir.” I do my best to wipe the grin off my face but I can’t stop thinking about bringing him to his knees.
“Behave,” he warns.
I flatten my hands against myself. “I am! I’m not touching—”
He bites the back of my neck hard enough to make me jump and tightens his grip on my hair. “Listen. Don’t speak.”
He’s hot as fuck when he commands. He knows exactly what he wants, what we both want. And I’d be smart to let him lead us there, but I need to clear things up, let him know I mean to behave. “Sorry, Sir. I wasn’t trying to—”
“I. Know.” He tugs my hair and presses me to my knees. “Kneel.”
My toes jam into his boots as I fumble into position: kneeling tall, my back to him, heart racing. I clench, painfully aware of the emptiness inside me where he should be.
He taps the outside of my bare foot with his boot to tighten up my position. With his hand still wrapped around my hair like a leash, he shifts, tilting my head as he moves. His thighs press to the back of my shoulder blades. He curls his other hand around my throat and slides it up to my chin, forcing my head back, crown against his groin.
Low and quiet, he asks, “What did I say?”
“Listen. Don’t speak, Sir.” It’s hard to get the words out with my throat stretched tight. I’m uncomfortably bent, lost in darkness, and raging with thirst for him. I want to suck on him, on anything, to soothe myself. I open my mouth, searching.
He presses his thumb in and I latch on, petting it with my tongue, sucking. He hums his approval. Letting go of my hair, he finds one breast and strums his fingers across my nipple, each catching on it and hardening it. I moan and press my thighs together.
“Good girl,” he whispers, pulling his thumb free. “Now let’s address your transgressions.”
He lets go of me.
I’m lost without his touch. Bound and blind with no anchor but the carpet beneath my knees.
His boots thud behind me, to my side, in front of me. A shadow passes over my hooded eyes. The creak of the cabinet door. Shuffling, wood sliding against wood. I’m clenched and halfway to an orgasm by the time the soft leather tip of his crop grazes the outside of my thigh.
“Up tall, kitten. On your knees.”
I straighten. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He drags the crop up over my hip, dipping at my belly button, then dragging it up and over my other hip. “This is going to hurt. Do you understand?”
Breathless, I nod.
He gives me a quick warning swat on the hip. “I asked you a question. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” With the anticipation of his next strike, my focus fixes on his location. Nothing exists outside this room, his voice, and the crop in his hand.
“Good girl.” He releases the clamp between my wrist cuffs. “I’m freeing your arms. Keep them by your sides. Do not move them. I know this will be difficult for you but I’m positive you can do it. Do you understand what I expect from you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answer quickly. The cuffs are thick and bulky against my thighs.
He drags the crop over my arm, around to my ass, and circles there. “I’m going to swat you once for each offense, three total. Do you understand?”
Three offenses and I can’t think of a single thing I’ve done wrong. Damn my memory. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He traces the curve of my ass with the crop. “You look sexy as fuck, kitten.”
My mind does somersaults between his reprimands and approval. I’m both bad and good. I’m disobedient yet exactly what he needs. I’m sexy. I let a smile form on my lips. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Now, when should you touch me?” He draws circles on my cheek.
Right. There was that. “Only when asked to, Sir.”
The crop disappears and whooshes briefly before it cracks against my ass, leaving a focused sting. He drops his voice an octave. “That’s one. When will you speak?”
“Only when asked a question.” I want to rub the spot but know better.
Another whine, this one longer, the smack harder in the same spot. It burns. I clench my ass and curl my toes.
“That’s two.” Without warning, he cracks me a third time in the same spot. “But how will you address me?”
My ass is on fire now and it’s hard to catch my breath. “As Sir, Sir.” I really want to rub it. He’s made it harder not to now that my hands are free. I tighten them into fists at my sides, then release and stretch my fingers. But I do not touch the burn.
“Good girl.” He taps the crop between my thighs from behind. “Spread.”
I obey, reluctant to open such a delicate spot to vulnerability.
A wiz and crack just below one cheek. I jump.
He raises his voice. “How will you respond to my commands?”
“With a ‘Yes, Sir.’…Sir.”
“Good girl. Best start remembering that, kitten, or you’ll regret it.” His boots pad against the carpet again as he walks around me, dragging the crop over my other arm, to my belly button, and down several inches to the height of the curve between my legs.
I’m shaking with adrenaline and need and anticipation. I want him to stop what he’s doing and fill me, fondle me until I come. But I love this more than anything else. I love the power he holds over me, the absolute control of my every thought and of my body. He owns me. There is nothing for me to think about or decide on or ponder. There’s just him and me and the next place his crop will land.
He pauses. “Kitten, breathe.”
I inhale and exhale.
He slides the crop down until it grazes my tender labia. My heart drops to my stomach. He wouldn’t. While he holds it there, I can feel my pulse in every inch of flesh surrounding his crop, an electric current from him to me.
He slides it back up to my clit. I bite my lips.
“Lastly, when will you argue with me, pet?”
At first, it tingles more than hurts.
But I fold forward, squeezing my thighs together against my need.
He gives me no time to either enjoy or suffer from it. “Up, pet. Stand please.” He helps me to my feet. “At ease.”
I stand with even weight on both feet, not slouching but not standing tall and straight. I let my arms hang by my sides, leaving my body open to him. Even though he hasn’t asked me to pose a certain way, I still keep his wishes in mind.
He holds me still with one firm hand on my shoulder. The other he slides down over the curve of my ass and between my legs, cupping me from behind, his wrist and forearm pressing between my cheeks. I can’t help but move against him.
His breath falls hot at the base of my neck. “So eager.” He tightens his grip. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me, Sir.” Heat flushes up my neck to my face. It’s a selfish request and not the thing I wanted most a few minutes ago. I wanted to pleasure him.
I can’t think when he’s touching me.
He closes his warm, soft lips over my ear lobe and presses one finger hard against my clit. “What part of me do you want inside you?”
He knows what I want. And he knows I hate saying it.
“Just…you,” I offer meekly, squirming under his grip.
“Say it,” he rumbles.
“I want your dick inside me.” My whole body flushes hot, skin prickling.
“Good girl.” He pulls his hand away and gives my bottom a promising smack.
I’m reeling somewhere on the edge of reality as he unties my panties from over my eyes. I blink in the dim light.
He cups my face with one hand and leans closer, stopping short of a kiss. I haven’t been blindfolded for long but I still lose my breath at the site of him. He has the kind of face I could lose myself in. Every angle, every crease, every flaw. So perfect. And mine. I want to steal a kiss from him, take his whole mouth and have my way with it.
He smirks. “Is there something you want, kitten?”
My gaze drops to his lips. “I really want to kiss you, Sir.”
The smirk disappears. “Please do.”
I don’t wait to thank him. Leaning in, I press my mouth to his, inhaling his heady scent. His lips are deliciously warm and soft. His skin is unusually smooth.
He’s shaved for me!
I dive back into the kiss with renewed fervor. Our heads tilt in unison, mouths open, fitting together perfectly. Tongue to tongue, teeth scuffing, until we’re breathless and settle into a slower rhythm. I could kiss him all night.
He draws away, and I cling to his bottom lip with my teeth. Don’t go.
He groans as it stretches and releases. One brow shoots up. He’s grinning like the devil. “Biting? You know the deal.”
A bite for a bite.
He wraps his arms around me and we spin, the room whirling, and fall onto the bed. He lands heavy on top of me even though he catches himself. His weight roots me and I’m home. His legs pin mine and he hooks both of my cuffs, locking my hands over my head. Sliding his other hand down my arm and over my chest, he brushes my nipple with his thumb.
His eyes twinkle with mischief. “Now, where shall I take mine?”
[To be continued]
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