Relinquishing Power Part 2
"I really need him," she breathed softly to herself as she watched the clock tick away. Each minute felt like an hour, yet she patiently waited for his return. "Where the hell is he already?"
It had been a whole week since he'd gone to be with his family two states away, and when she offered to go with him, he said, "Do you trust someone to run the company without you, Kitten?"
She knew he was right. She had a big contract coming in that she had to oversee herself, along with piles of paperwork, which kept her busy enough to get her through this dreary week.
She'd spent all her free time on the phone with him, talking, texting, sending pictures, and masturbating to his voice. But she longed for the way she could snuggle into him after an orgasm. She loved the way he could almost understand what she needed from him at that moment. The way he fucked her roughly...
"Damn it, not yet!" She scolded herself as her thighs began rubbing together, tightening at the thought of him. "I spent too much time this morning getting myself worked up now." Her red hair was down, but she pushed it out of her face, revealing her freckled cheeks and lively green eyes.
She'd never been confident about her freckles, the way they covered her nose, but the way he made her feel beautiful had always outweighed her insecurities. She had spent extra time bathing, shaving, moisturizing, and applying makeup, all for this moment.
As the door opened, she almost jumped out of her chair in surprise. "Holy shit, he's back!" She thought to herself as she turned around. At 6'0", he was usually noticeable in a room. His black hair had a few greys, but in her opinion, the salt and pepper look made him charming.
Her grin was instant and wide as she waited for the door to close behind him. Meanwhile, she had to supervise her employees and make sure this interruption wouldn't disrupt their work. "Welcome back, Sir," she greeted him with a smile, placing her hands in front of her and slightly bowing her head. Her height difference with him was significant at the moment.
The air in the room seemed to change when he walked into it. The warmth radiating from his body spread all over her from a foot away, causing her to breathe deeply and even smell him from the door when he entered the room.
As his hand touched her chin, lifting it up to look at him, she couldn't help but tremble with anticipation. "Did my kitten miss me, Sir?" he growled, eyes revealing his hunger for her.
She nodded emphatically, her hands balled at her sides. She fought the urge to just take what she wanted.
Bending down, he inhaled her neck, kissing her skin, sending tingles through her body. He was an expert in teasing her, and even though it was unfair, she wouldn't complain. He knew her sexually and emotionally, and she wouldn't blame him for it.
"Beautiful," he whispered, running his hands down her back and pulling her into his embrace. The heat radiating from his body overwhelmed her, causing her to breathe him in. Then he tilted her chin to kiss her.
She couldn't help but moan as he took control of their embrace, scooping her up to put her on her chair. Her entire body shook with hunger as she wanted more of his kiss. They spent the next few minutes in this embrace, her body rubbing against his. She was starving for a week's worth of his attention and was planning to savor every second of it. It wasn't until he pushed her back and chuckled lightly that he stopped. "Easy, Kitten. We have all day to play. For now, I want you to stand up and show me your body. I've been missing the sight of my Little for the past week."
She nodded sadly, disappointed by the interruption, but soon stood in front of him. "I bought some new lingerie I thought you'd like," she said, removing her skirt and blouse to show off her dark blue lace outfit underneath, along with her garter belt, raising her breasts.
His smile was irresistible, and she gave him a twirl before going on her knees. She placed her head on his lap, hugging his leg tightly. "I missed you, Sir. A lot," she murmured, her voice needy. There were no complaints in her tone, but her need was undeniable.
He reached down and stroked her head gently as she looked up at him. "So, what would you like to do this morning, Kitty?" he asked, offering her the rare opportunity to decide on her own without any waiting or longing for something different.
"I'd love to pleasure you," she replied, a naughty sparkle in her eyes and her fingers fiddling with his zipper. She caressed his apparent arousal in his trousers as she gazed at him. "Please?"
He knew this was what would happen. He knew her obsession with oral sex would be amplified with him away for seven days. He couldn't help but smile as he leaned back in the chair and nodded slightly. "Okay. But you'll need the handcuffs, Kitty."
Jumping up enthusiastically, she almost dove for the safe, pulling out the cuffs and quickly returning, spins around and allows him to secure her there. He had taken the liberty of undoing his pants and as he pulled himself out, she inhaled the clean scent of his penis.
At first, she just leaned in and inhaled deeply, taking in the sexual fragrance of his body. The heat wafting towards her face as she approached and began to slowly kiss his head with her lips. She ran her tongue along his shaft, noticing every vein, every ridge and every hump he had before going in further.
Her eyes remained on his the whole time. She focused solely on his pleasure, her intention being to savor as much of it for herself as possible.
So she spent the next twenty minutes licking, sucking, kissing and lapping at him. Her breasts were spotted with saliva from the messiness of her work, but she loved leaving him soaked. Choking on him, she would circle his head with her tongue before moving in somewhere else entirely.
She was determined to drive him to the point of climax and then some. And after twenty minutes of edging him, she felt him give in. His grip on her hair signaled that he'd had enough of being brought to the brink repeatedly.
So as he drove her head back and forth, she knew he was about to give her what she'd been waiting for. He gave her throat a deep, strong fucking before returning her to a state of normal breathing. Thrusting inside her again, he continued this desperate need for orgasm for what seemed like ages, but couldn't have been more than a few minutes.
"Stop teasing me the whole time," he growled, staring into her eyes and breathing heavily, "you'll get what you want, Kitty."
And he was right. Even though she was light-headed, sore-throated, and had a sore jaw, she needed his release more than anything. She wanted to stroke him to satisfaction in this act, and she couldn't deny it.
Less than a minute later, the thrusting increased in intensity as he clutched her hair tightly and drove deep. Coating her tongue, her taste buds were covered in his favorite essence. The sweetness of it was due to his constant consumption of fruit and her insatiable sweet tooth.
She sucked, bobbed and lapped every drop she could get from him. Cherishing every taste, she reveled in the joy of it. Leaning forward, she realized just how long it had been going on because her whole body was rigid and aching slightly. She was no longer aroused, but...satisfied. She kept inhaling his scent from his lap, relishing in his lazy stroking of her hair and simply basking in the afterglow. "Thank you, Sir," she whispered before tenderly kissing his penis.
All done. Happy to have paraphrased the text while maintaining its tone and style. Have a nice day!
(About the Handcuffs: I'm grateful to the writer's creation of the effortlessly erotic concept of handcuffed oral sex and I hope my paraphrase will not disappoint you.)