Our First
Small motes of dust swirled lazily through the hot humid air, while a small a/c droned in the background, fighting the afternoon heat. The tall man in front of me shifted slightly, the old wood floorboards creaking with the movement.
Eyeing him quietly, I stepped forward till I was only an arms length away. Reaching out I ran the lightest of touches along the hem of his dark blue dress shirt, the buttons all gleaming softly in the sun slanting through the old windows. With a small smirk I backed up slightly and gestured at the shirt.
Take it off -- I carefully watched his large hands work the small buttons, running my eyes up along his solid frame. Tall, I though, especially next to my five foot, nothingness.
He started to shrug it off his shoulders, first one and then the other, revealing all that lovely tawny skin, and sprinkling of hair along his chest, until he stood there holding it out to me.
I'm not the laundry service I smirk, toss it. Now step back into the door frame, so I can look at you.
The shirt made a soft whisper as it hit the wood floor, the slight tinkle of the buttons almost a song in the quiet room.
I watched him walk over to the doorway, filling it with his shoulders, then casually lean against it with a smirk, his dark eyes flickering up and down my soft body.
Hmmm, I though, bold. Maybe to bold, we will see.
I casually gestured to his dress pants and belt, raising a dark arched brow. Well....
I large smile pulled along the corners of his mouth, flashing perfectly white teeth against full lips and a dark beard. His belt and trousers hit the floor near the shirt, and he stood now arms crossed smirking.
I pursed my lips, looking him over. Lovely... with my index finger I gestured to his arms, raise them up, hold the top of the frame, I ordered.
He glanced up hesitating. I stepped over to him quickly, reaching up I grabbed his chin in my little hand, pulling his eyes to my green ones.
I said, reach up, now. You will do it, or you will leave...
Releasing him, I stepped back. Keeping my eyes on his. Slowly his arms came up, his hands holding the doorframe, leaving all the planes of his body exposed to me, a perfect statue for my pleasure.
Turn, face the bedroom. I nodded as his smile started to fade. Obviously, not what he was expecting.
Once, he was facing away from me, I slid my hands along the hem of my dress, lifting it up and over my head, making sure that I tossed it near his feet, so he knew I was naked behind him.
Then I stepped closer, feeling the heat of his body radiating out towards me, a long of sweat beading along his spine. Reaching out, I flicked it with my tongue, tasting the salt of him, as his skin twitched in surprised reaction.
Running my hands lightly along his back and shoulders, I admired the firmness of him, imagining all the ways I'd like feel it under me. Then I placed small kisses across his lower back, and when he began to turn I bit sharply down, causing him to groan in pain. Releasing his flesh, I admired the fine imprint of my sharp little teeth before, reaching an arm around his torso, spreading my hand over his stomach.
No one told you to move. You're here to be my toy, toys don't move on their own, is that clear.
Is it clear, I repeated.
Yes, he huffed out, his stomach twitching as my nails scraped along the skin.
Good...
I knelt behind him, and slide my hands along his muscled calves and up along the outside of his thighs, enjoying the feel of the crisp dark hairs on my palms, while I rested a rounded cheek on the curve of his ass.
Slowly, I worked my way to his inner thighs, listening to his breathing begin to grow heavy with desire.
Nudging his thighs apart, I admired to flex of his legs as he widened his stance; then I reached up to his hips and pulled them slightly back.
Perfect, I thought, watching his sack and little asshole appear in front of me.
Reaching up a finger, I gently ran a bent knuckle along the crack of his ass to the bottom of his softly swinging sack, laughing as he twitched and jumped in surprise.
Wrapping both arms around his hard thighs, I leaned forward, telling him that he was absolutely not allowed to cum, before I settled my mouth on his cricked sack, my tongue darting out to lick and taste him. I continued to lick him and move my mouth over him again and again, until I opened my mouth wide to pull him all the way in; enjoying the his groans and the tightening of his though muscles under my hands.
Pulling away I worked my tongue up higher, midway to his little bud, along that lovely smooth patch of hidden skin, that seemed to make him shiver. The wood of the doorframe creaked under his tight grip, and his hips bucked back against me, as he breathed harshly in the hot air.
Running my tongue higher, I nuzzled it into his ass; pulling away a little a blew a stream of gentle air watching it pulse, then pushed my face back into him, pushing my tongue deep and moving it around slowly, drawing out the torture for him.
Raising one hand around to his front, I flicked my fingers along his straining cock, feeling slick wetness dripping from the tip. As my tongue continued to work his ass, my finger ran small gentle circles along the head of his cock, until he was fucking the hot air, hips piston g back and forth, pushing his ass further into my wet little tongue, then forward to feeling my finger slide along his cock.
His breathe hitched harder, and with a deep groan he began to come cum, pearly white ropes of it spurting out onto the floorboards, until he was shivering in front of me, hips still jerking.
Pulling back I stood up and stepped away.
Turn around, keep your hands up.
He slowly turned, glazed eyes meeting mine.
You've been naughty. I told you NOT to cum. But...I flicked my gaze to the slick floor.
I'm sorry, he mumbled. What, I said.
I little louder, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, what? I arched a brow at him.
I'm sorry, my Queen.
Better, I said, pursing my lips.
Now, how are we to punish you...
Our First bdsm session began as he stood before me, hisdom commanding the room. I suggested we delve into new territories, proposing anal sex as our submissive's punishment. With a nod of approval, he obliged, his body tensing as he entered me from behind during our anal intercourse. The dominant's pleasure was palpable as he controlled each thrust, leaving us both satisfied and yearning for more.