That night, everything seemed to fall into place perfectly. The house was empty, the lights dimmed just right, and the air thick with anticipation. I'd spent the entire day on edge, thinking about him, my dom, and what he had planned for us. The more I tried to guess, the more excited I became.
I lounged in the living room, wearing nothing but one of his soft, oversized T-shirts with my pussy peeking out the bottom. One stolen from him before it made it to the laundry basket with the hint of yesterday’s cologne still lingering on the chest. I knew he loved seeing me like this—casual and comfortable yet just revealing enough to tease his imagination. My bare soft legs were stretched out on the couch, the hem of the shirt riding up just a bit too high.
When he walked in, the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. His gaze traveled over my body, lingering on my bare thighs and the curve of my ass peeking out from under the shirt. He didn't say a word, just a slow, predatory smile that made my heart race.
"Stand up," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. I did as he asked, feeling the thrill of obedience rush through me. He came closer, his fingers tracing the hem of his shirt before lifting it over my head. He paused to appreciate the sight of me standing there, breasts free and nipples hard, before he pulled me into him, his lips claiming mine in a demanding kiss.
His hands roamed over my body, exploring, squeezing, leaving marks that would remind me of this night for days to come. He guided me to the bedroom, every touch, every kiss fueling the fire between us. Once we were there, he pushed me onto the bed, his eyes dark with desire.
"You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?" he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and lust. I nodded, biting my lip, my body already aching for him, while clicking each cuff latch on a set of handcuffs deliberately, his eyes never leaving mine. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but I loved it. Loved knowing that I was his, that he could do anything he wanted to me.
He started slow, teasing me with his fingers, his mouth, bringing me to the edge again and again without letting me fall over. I begged, pleaded for release, but he just smiled, enjoying my desperation.
"Not yet," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "You don't get to come until I say so."
I whimpered, my body trembling with need. "Please," I begged, my voice desperate. "Please, let me come. I need it. I need you."
His smile widened, his fingers moving inside me with exquisite skill. "Beg for it," he ordered, his voice low and commanding.
"Please, please, Sir," I cried, my voice hitching with every word. "I need to come. I need to feel you inside me. Please, I'm begging you."
He continued to tease me, his movements deliberate and unrelenting. "You can hold on a little longer," he said, his tone firm. "I want to hear you beg some more."
Tears of frustration blurred my vision, my body on the brink of release. "Please, Sir, please," I sobbed. "I can't take it anymore. I'll do anything. Just let me come. Please."
He seemed to savor my desperation, the way I was completely at his mercy. Finally, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Come for me," he whispered, and the permission sent me over the edge.
The orgasm tore through me, my body arching off the bed, a scream of pure ecstasy escaping my lips. He didn't stop, his movements driving me higher and higher until I was a quivering, breathless mess beneath him.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice full of pride and satisfaction. He uncuffed my wrists, his hands gentle as he massaged the marks from the harsh metal. Then he pulled me close, his body warm and solid against mine.
We lay there, wrapped in each other, our breathing slowly returning to normal. "You did so well," he said, his voice soft but filled with affection.
"Only because of you," I replied, my voice still trembling from the intensity of the experience. He kissed my forehead, his arms tightening around me.
As we drifted off to sleep, I felt utterly content, knowing that I was his, that he could push me to the edge and beyond, and I would always be safe in his arms.
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