I walk silently into the room, wrapping my arms around you from behind.
"Guess who" I whisper into your ear, taking a little nibble out of the lower lobe, before sucking it into my mouth and flicking my tongue quickly over it. Your hands slide up my arms slowly, then back down to my wrists, capturing them in your firm grasp.
"Come sit on my lap," you state emphatically in that commanding voice that dances erotically across my spine. I walk the few paces around your chair, hearing your indrawn breath. As I come into your view, I've let my hair fall over my face, so you do not see the grin that crosses my face; your reaction is just what makes me want to seduce you.
I've come prepared for you, wearing a light very thin white blouse that buttons up the front, all but two of which I have left undone; my lacy bra hardly contains straining breasts. As I turn to sit, I know your eyes are taking in all my preparations from the thin shirt, the black thigh high stockings, and the tiny pleated skirt you like so much.
I wiggle erotically as I settle on your lap. Sucking my lip into my mouth to bite on the full lower lip as your cock swells and presses against one firm globe.
You pop my thigh smartly, "You’re doing all of this on purpose, and I enjoy the view and the little dance. The mystery smiles and that noiseless 'adda boy' you're giving yourself is not acknowledged, and your endeavor to top me won't be permitted."
"I'm sorry, Master just wanted to please you." I'm attempting to judge his mood; is he playing along or is he mad?
"Yes, and I can see that."
You pull me down to your mouth, sucking my full red lip, tasting the cherry flavored smear proof lipstick. My tongue darts out into your mouth, deepening the kiss as our lips, tongue, and teeth play with each other.
Your hand slides up my leg, not stopping until you grip my ass, squeezing it firmly. I hear your deep groan as your fingers slide through my folds to discover me already slick with wanting.
"You did not think I would continue to let you lead this little dance, did you?"
Shyly lowering my eyes, "No... no Sir, I did not."
“On your knees, then.”
Sliding to the floor, spreading my knees out, placing my hands between my legs to stroke your mark just as you have instructed.
“Remove my pants.” My heart kicks up a bit; the commanding authority in your voice doing funny things to my insides.
I slide my hands up your legs to your waist, unfastening the button there, and then sliding the zipper down tic by tic. Pushing them down along with your boxer briefs; your long thick cock springs free and bobs a hairs breath from my lips. My breath hitches my need to take you in my mouth strong. I can't touch without your consent, so I wait for what feels like a very long time.
"Would you like to suck me, baby?"
"Oh yes. Please, Master, may I suck your cock?"
"No, you tried to top me, so you will be punished first. Get into position, ass in the air, face on the floor."
I hear you moving toward the closet where all your toys are, and I know it's not a toy you're grabbing from inside. My heart rate increases as you approach, surprising how much noise bare feet make on hardwood floors. Chill bumps rise on my skin as you slide my skirt up, flipping it up on my back. Since I'm not allowed to wear panties at home, my ass is always exposed for your access.
One finger skims over my bare skin, "ten, you will count each one of them, understand?"
"Yes Master," my voice has this breathy quality that annoys me, and I'm busy wondering why when the first smack lands, hot and sharp on my right cheek.
"One, Master."
Oooh... He has the strap. I feel the air as he swings the strip of leather and can feel the smack as the next stroke lands.
"Two, Master." His hand is on my back, did I move?
"Remain still." Smack It takes a moment for the heat to spread
"Three, Master." The throb in my core makes a steady beat now, matching the one blooming on my ass cheeks.