She walked into the familiar room, a room she thought was more like home than her own. Black as night silk sheets draped over the king size which was centred perfectly in the middle of the modernised room. The tall figure stood facing the window, looking over the city view. A perfectly tailored suit hugged against his perfectly sculpted body, black as the sheets that she had previously observed. She wouldn’t have noticed the glass of whiskey leaving his lips if the ice hadn’t clashed against one another as he lowered the beverage onto the glass table beside him. She remembered the last time they had met, she could remember smelling the same drink on his breathe. Her love started to heat up at the thought. In all this time, she wondered if he had noticed her and if he had noticed her, why didn’t he greet her.
The silence broke as he cleared his throat, then she saw his head turn and look to the right as his hands slipped into his pockets. He started to turn his whole body around and her heart started to beat faster. Walking directly towards her with half a grin forming on his face.
“Hello, beautiful”
“Hello, Master”
Hooking his index finger under her chin, he lifted her face up towards his as he was much taller than her. He gazed into her eyes with such desire, she loved the way he lovingly looked at her as if she was the most beautiful thing he ever seen. And she was. His grip got tighter on her chin and pulled her towards his lips for an embrace. She felt a wave of heat overcome her body, she could feel the juices of her love dribbling into the silk of her g string, that was now beginning to cling to the lips. A slight grunt came from his throat just before he pulled away, his smile emerging again. The after taste of the whiskey he sipped not so long ago had entered her mouth too. She only just noticed his other arm had wrapped around her waist which had pulled her closer to him.
“Sweet as ever”
He had always loved the taste of her saliva most of the time drove him wild. He slowly slipped his arm away from her, walked backwards for a couple of steps then turned to walk towards the window he previously looked out of.
“Please, take a seat”
His arm stretched out, towards the black velvet bedroom bench at the end of the bed. She began to slowly walk towards it, as she sat she could feel the velvet prickle her thighs and was slightly worried that her juices would leave a wet patch. He slowly walked back over, and as he reached her looked down at her with a full smile this time. She was eye level to his crotch, fighting the urge to peek to see if he was just as excited as she was. He started to rummage into his inner blazer pocket.
“Close your eyes.”
His demand made her tingle from top to bottom, her throbbing clit twitched and could feel the heat radiating from between her legs.
“Yes Master.”
She shut her eyes, feeling his hands brush the side of her face progressing to the back of her head. The material that had been wrapped around her eyes and now been tied. She started to heavy breath and sweat. Suddenly she felt his breath hit her ear, and his arms wrap around her lifting her for a second from the bedroom bench to the bed, lying her down. She could suddenly feel his hands caress slowly up her legs, rubbing with his thumbs as if giving a massage. He could already smell and see the juices dripping from the beautiful fruit between her legs. His cock started to harden as his hands started to slide under her skirt, he teased the wet patch with one finger before wrapping his fingers round the g string and began to pull it down slowly. The sensation of the fabric gracing her legs made her shiver with anticipation until it went all the way past her ankles. His mouth started to fill with saliva but he couldn’t fall into the temptation of the delicious fruit inviting him in. He started to peel away the silk of the g string that had clung to her. She gasped as she could feel herself exposed to him. He stared to tease the lips with his finger, gently spreading her juices around creating a glisten on her skin. He couldn’t stand it anymore he just needed to taste her. He pulled her closer by the waist using his mouth to put pressure on her lips and clit which he could feel throbbing in his mouth. She gasped and grasped a chunk of his black shoulder length hair as she arced her back at the sudden sensation. He started with a light pressure with his tongue, his whole mouth covered her love but could still skilfully manipulate his tongue in and around. Sucking up all her juices, licking up every drop that would drip down her bum cheek. She was panting frantically, beads of sweat rolling over her breasts, her nipples so hard the almost began to hurt.
She was moaning so loud at this point, as she could hear him gulping away at her. She could feel every inch of his tongue caress each of her segments. He began to tease a finer, circulating her entrance before slowly sliding in while his tongue flicked at her clit. The sensation was more magical than previous occasions, especially now as she could not see anything. He almost felt high from the juices, no control of his body and mind while she felt as if she was beginning to elevate of the bed. He pulled away from the sweet delight and slithered up her body, embracing a kiss together. The juices were now being shared between them both, and now with a change of position she could feel his hardened cock pressured against her thigh. The thought of a bruise appearing in the morning due to how stiff it was crossed her mind, but soon forgot about it completely. She felt his body rise from her and could hear the noise of a belt buckle being undone, and the movement of him undressing the rest of his body. She still couldn’t see from the blindfold he had tied on her and could easily take it off but that was part of their fun. Suddenly he was gently resting his warm, naked, muscular body against hers.
“Are you ready?”
He had whispered the question so close to her ear, his lips brushed against her lobe as he spoke. It sent a whole wave of Goosebumps through her body, kissing her neck along with gravely moans as he waited for a response.
“Yes Master”
He gave a devilish giggle at the response she had gave him.
To guide her he wrapped his arm round her waist, helping her sit up. He gently grabbed her wrist making her fingers run down his sculpted body to his wait and then wrapping her hand around his cock. She slowly began to stimulate him with her hands, using one hand, she could feel very vein and the blood rushing due to excitement. She always knew she was doing a good job when he started to grab her hair and wrap it around his hand, hinting at her having a taste. She could never say no, her mouth started to salivate as she leaned closer while looking up at his face that was looking down at her. She always enjoying running her tongue all around it first, up and down the sides first then circling the tip. His grip tightened in her hair, her hands now grabbing his thighs and his groans became louder and more frequent. Slowly, she began to slide him into her mouth, then to her throat, she felt his thighs spasm as the tip had hit the back of her throat. Starting off at a slow pace, she let him guide her with her hair, helping her with the right pace and depth. She was getting more aroused at the control he had over her, feeling vulnerable by her master. Saliva was now beginning to drip from her bottom lip to her chin and she hadn’t had a chance to swallow due to the pace he was moving her head, he was close she could tell. Just as she thought he would release into her mouth he pulled his hips away from her, making his cock exit her mouth breaking a string of saliva that clung for a couple of seconds before it parts.
He pulled a handkerchief from the bedside table and wiped her mouth clean.
“Thank you master”
He rewarded her politeness by kissing her gently, at the same time easing her back to lie down again his left hand cupping her left breast, gently twisting at her hard nipple, making her arch her back in pleasure. He gently massaged it as the tip of his now pulsating cock started to ease its way into her. Just when she thought he was going to enter her he stopped and pulled back, he did this a few times knowing it drives her crazy. He couldn’t help but tease her, he loved to hear her beg for it, he knew she craved him. Her nails started to lightly scratch his back encouraging him to thrust fully in.
“Please, just fuck me”
She whimpered
“hey, language misses”
He giggles at her in forgiveness, as he knows what this does to her. He can feel her body covered in a mass of sweat and heat. The moist feeing was almost like she was accepting him to enter and before she knew it he had pushed himself all the way into her. She cried out as a mass of pleasure invaded her. Both were heavy breathing, moaning. Their sweat covered bodies running together. He ripped of the blindfold covering her eyes and was now looking at each other’s eyes. He began to thrust harder, she was pouring all over the silk sheets, she started to moan much louder knowing full well she was going to squirt soon.
He was incredibly deep inside her now, she wouldn’t be able to keep it in any longer. Pounding harder, his moaning was almost as loud as hers. With every thrust her clit was pounded by his pubic area. She occasionally heard him curse under his breathe, failing to make sure she wouldn’t hear. Both clenching the bed sheets, both panting and sweating like crazy, they not need say anything and both had released at the same time.
His arms wrapping around her now arched back, her fingers gripping through his thick dark hair. Every muscle in their bodies trembled, neither of them knew how much time had passed.
They lay like that for 5 minutes in silence, his thumb stroking her forehead, kissing her shoulder. Her arms wrapped under his arms, running her fingers up and down his back muscles. Her love at this point was throbbing even more and was warm to the touch. His cock still hard and too was throbbing.
Once again, he was the one to break the silence.
“Good girl”
He crawled off her and stepped off the bed taking in the sight of her flustered face smiling at her.
“Thank you Master.”
He smirked, bent down to her face with one knee on the bed, his palm cupping her face.
“I am not done with you yet sweetie.”
Written by Shahna Connor.
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