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I did not know how long I have been waiting. Five minutes, five hours? It does not matter. I know I would stay until I was told otherwise, and so did he.
My knees ache. The wooden floor biting into my flesh as the muscles in my thighs protest their lack of movement. None of it matters.
I just need that click. The one morsel of sound that signals his arrival, that makes my breath catch in my throat and my stomach flutter with need.
My eyes are closed making every sound elevated. The cars outside the window and the dog barking across the street. The crunch of the key hitting the lock, and the click as it turns. My click.
My hands are clenched behind my back, my head dropped low and obedient. I feel the rush of cool air, diffusing from the outside in. It stirs my skin to react, raising the follicles to turgid points. My nipples do the same, though they ache in want and need. All of me aches in need.
The clip of his expensive shoes echoes around the room and I follow his movements. I want him to come closer, to show him I’ve been good. I want him to see how much I long to please him, but he steps move away, the clip of his shoes now a distant memory.
I hear the clink of a cufflink, then another. I can imagine him at our dresser, pulling his tie loose and unfastening his shirt. My heart beats faster at the visual, my clit throbs in unison. My arousal is growing and threatening to run down my thighs.
I breathe through my nose, trying to keep my inhalations shallow but the tension in my body is mounting. I can feel him moving closer, his presence like a fog winding around my naked body teasing my already overwrought flesh, drawing my excitement higher. He is there then, close enough to touch but I will not fold and give it
The gentle touch under my chin makes me lift my head, my lips open on command. A digit grazes my plumper bottom lip, teasing from corner to corner before dipping into the wet heat of my mouth.
“Suck.”
I follow instructions well, closing around the limb and drawing it deep. It tastes sweet and cold. A delicate flavour that I lap at with the tip of my tongue. The limb is removed and I am left bereft, a sigh escaping as my toy is pulled away.
“I am glad to see you waiting as I asked. You take my commands so well.”
The compliment makes me sway and I unclench my hands to gain control. I can not disappoint him, I will not.
“I have something else for you.”
His thumb is back, intruding this time, pulling my lips apart and opening me wide. I follow the movements, my tongue flat, my body quivering.
Vibrations hum from the drag of a zip and I picture his length, hard and dripping. Is he rubbing himself? Is he caressing the head, dispersing the drop of cum that I long to collect with my tongue?
The heat of him touches my lip and I inhale as I get the first taste of his glorious cock. I want to lick, to touch, to engulf him with my mouth, but I know the penalty of being too eager, like I know the pleasure of the wait.
“Wider.”
I do as he asks, opening further, feeling the tip of him run across the smoothness of my lip, catching the edge of my teeth, willing him to enter me.
“Open your eyes.”
The light is oppressive but I can not ignore my order. His outline is hazy as my mind battles with my senses to bring him into focus.
“Do you submit?”
I look up into his bright blue eyes. The passion brimming through them, the power I have in that moment. I curl my tongue at his command, my consent is given and he reads me like his own hand. He knows my answer to that question never changes.
Always.
With his hands in my hair I feel his power; wait for him to unleash it inside me exactly how I need it. With the utmost control he slides into my waiting mouth. I feel him deep, loving the press of his hot flesh against the grain of my tongue. He hits my throat and I swallow around him, the first hint of his cum finding my tastes buds as he draws leisurely back.
He stops before he pops from my mouth, the head prone at my lips, waiting for its rewards. I close them around him and suck eagerly, lathing the smooth flesh against my own, loving the deep grumble I feel rise from his throat and travel down through his body. That moan is for me; because of me, and I press my thighs together at the gush of fluid it invokes.
I suckle him, tracing my tongue around his seam, running it full circle before I delve inside his slit. His eyes widen and his nostril flare but he does not look away, instead he fists his hand around the length of my hair.
With a sharp tug I feel his impatience and know it will not last long today. Another pull and I loosen my grip, knowing what is to come, wanting it with every bit of my soul. He pushes in, his crown broaches my throat once more. The pressure is different as he seals my throat. He holds for a moment, his fist squeezing tight. I suck as he draws out, pulling in air and the scent of his arousal, mixing with my own and it stirs me even higher.
He pushes in again, stepping up his pace, rutting with my mouth and I am powerless to stop him. I tighten the hold my lips have on his cock, running my tongue along the thick vein on his underside. I feel him harden more, know his cum is rising up his shaft.
I want to cup his balls, feeling the velvety skin and their familiar weight in my hand; but that will come later when his lust has been sated, when his need for me has lessened and when the time we have spent apart is not such a prominent burden.
“I want you to take everything I give you.”
And I nod at his mandate. I would not waste a drop of what he offers me, willingly taking all of him with pride. I feel his thumb affectionately trace my cheek as his brow knits in concentration.
The first spurt comes, filling my mouth with the heat of his seed, the salty, rich taste that is so carnal and so him. I swallow him down greedily as the next wave of his release hits. A third surge fills me as I try to contain him. I feel a little seep from my mouth as his judders his orgasm to its last.
We stand in silence, his member gradually softening and my hold on him loosening. He extracts himself, his hand releasing my hair to tuck his now flaccid dick back inside his briefs. The thumb still caressing my cheek dips to catch the cum that has trickled to my chin. I want what I lost and as if he knows every part of me, he rubs it against my tongue.
“You’ve been a very good girl today and have pleased me well.”
I feel tears prick at my lids as I hear the adoration in his words. I see the fire in him has calmed now he is here with me once more. After zipping his trousers he lifts me to the heat of his chest. I nuzzle against the firmness of him, knowing he is my everything and that I have pleased him so thoroughly.
“For being such a good girl, Master will pet you well this evening.”
Without another word he leads me to our bed, placing me in the centre and laying his bigger frame around my own, encasing me in the steel of his arms. His whispered words are just for me and I cling to every one. He is my Sir and I am his pet. And this is where we both belong.
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