punishment itself. Truly, he preferred reproof by spanking or other disciplinary measures. Tonight, wouldn’t really be about that.
His cock leaked at the thought of the sexual games they played. Livvy was the ideal partner. Willing, enthusiastic and trusting. She liked some pain and especially discipline. It played perfectly into his dominant nature and his ability to give pleasure through punishment.
Her moans from the bedroom were driving him to the edge of his own release. She wouldn’t hold out much longer. Quickly, he finished his shaving. As he wiped away the shaving cream, a sharp cry echoed from the bedroom and he knew he’d better move it. His intention wasn’t to set her up to fail. When she “failed”, his cock would be inside her.
Livvy’s head rocked back and forth. The shirt had slipped to the side, and her eyes were squeezed shut as the dildo moved into the part of its program where it thrust into her, very much like he would in a moment. She was retreating into herself to control the moment.
They couldn’t have that.
She startled as he climbed onto the bed and licked a path from her navel to her sternum.
Her exertion tasted good. Turning his head, he lightly bit the side of her breast.
Her wide eyes told him he had her attention now. “You want to come?” She nodded frantically then whimpered as he removed the dildo. He tossed it to the floor without thought then removed the gag. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours,” she groaned as he pushed forward. Her cunt was like a vise around his cock—a wet, silky, vise. He wouldn’t last long.
“Who do you come for?”
“You… Sir. Please.” She tremored around him, almost there.
He dipped his head beside hers, his hips thrusting hard and his groin connecting with her clit. “Whose cock are you going to milk?”
Livvy screamed, plummeting over the edge, her limbs straining as she convulsed into him. She clamped around him, so tightly, he could barely move.
“Colin,” she moaned, a sure sign that she’d fully lost control. His name pushed through his body like a storm, dragging away all vestiges of his discipline. With a strangled grunt, his cum gushed from him.
“Call in late to work,” he murmured when he’d gathered himself. They lay in a tangle—
mostly him tangled in her. Carefully, he disengaged himself from her still clenched pussy. She wanted more, but it would need to wait. Tonight, when they returned to bed, he’d fuck her until they both collapsed and they couldn’t manage another release until they’d both rested a few hours.
“Can’t,” she whispered. She turned her head and kissed his ear. “I’m a little tied up.”
“I can fix that.” He reached up to unfasten the cuffs. Olivia ducked her head and caught his nipple in her mouth. With a strangled growl, he abandoned his task and buried his fingers in her hair. His cock stirred. “Livvy…” he sighed.
“Please, Sir. I want some more,” she laughed against his chest.
“You’re a naughty baggage, aren’t you,” he chuckled. Reaching up again, he finished releasing her then scooted down the bed and opened the shackles. She immediately drew up her limbs, curling up and looking at him.
“You didn’t say I could come,” she said.
“But you did.”
“I suppose I’ll have to be punished.”
“You don’t look or sound worried about that.” In fact, she appeared rather pleased with herself.
“I’m not. I don’t think you’ll do anything to harm me—bring pain…?” She shrugged.
“Maybe. But harm? No. Pain is part of our game, right?”
“Yes…” he replied, her use of the word “game” giving his pause. Did she consider this a brief episode? A diversion while he was in town?
She smiled up at him. “I need a phone, and…I think your dildo is going to fuck a hole in the carpet.”
He glanced down at the eager thing pumping away like crazy. Hopefully, he wasn’t working away at nothing himself.
Chapter Nine
Having near
His cock leaked at the thought of the sexual games they played. Livvy was the ideal partner. Willing, enthusiastic and trusting. She liked some pain and especially discipline. It played perfectly into his dominant nature and his ability to give pleasure through punishment.
Her moans from the bedroom were driving him to the edge of his own release. She wouldn’t hold out much longer. Quickly, he finished his shaving. As he wiped away the shaving cream, a sharp cry echoed from the bedroom and he knew he’d better move it. His intention wasn’t to set her up to fail. When she “failed”, his cock would be inside her.
Livvy’s head rocked back and forth. The shirt had slipped to the side, and her eyes were squeezed shut as the dildo moved into the part of its program where it thrust into her, very much like he would in a moment. She was retreating into herself to control the moment.
They couldn’t have that.
She startled as he climbed onto the bed and licked a path from her navel to her sternum.
Her exertion tasted good. Turning his head, he lightly bit the side of her breast.
Her wide eyes told him he had her attention now. “You want to come?” She nodded frantically then whimpered as he removed the dildo. He tossed it to the floor without thought then removed the gag. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours,” she groaned as he pushed forward. Her cunt was like a vise around his cock—a wet, silky, vise. He wouldn’t last long.
“Who do you come for?”
“You… Sir. Please.” She tremored around him, almost there.
He dipped his head beside hers, his hips thrusting hard and his groin connecting with her clit. “Whose cock are you going to milk?”
Livvy screamed, plummeting over the edge, her limbs straining as she convulsed into him. She clamped around him, so tightly, he could barely move.
“Colin,” she moaned, a sure sign that she’d fully lost control. His name pushed through his body like a storm, dragging away all vestiges of his discipline. With a strangled grunt, his cum gushed from him.
“Call in late to work,” he murmured when he’d gathered himself. They lay in a tangle—
mostly him tangled in her. Carefully, he disengaged himself from her still clenched pussy. She wanted more, but it would need to wait. Tonight, when they returned to bed, he’d fuck her until they both collapsed and they couldn’t manage another release until they’d both rested a few hours.
“Can’t,” she whispered. She turned her head and kissed his ear. “I’m a little tied up.”
“I can fix that.” He reached up to unfasten the cuffs. Olivia ducked her head and caught his nipple in her mouth. With a strangled growl, he abandoned his task and buried his fingers in her hair. His cock stirred. “Livvy…” he sighed.
“Please, Sir. I want some more,” she laughed against his chest.
“You’re a naughty baggage, aren’t you,” he chuckled. Reaching up again, he finished releasing her then scooted down the bed and opened the shackles. She immediately drew up her limbs, curling up and looking at him.
“You didn’t say I could come,” she said.
“But you did.”
“I suppose I’ll have to be punished.”
“You don’t look or sound worried about that.” In fact, she appeared rather pleased with herself.
“I’m not. I don’t think you’ll do anything to harm me—bring pain…?” She shrugged.
“Maybe. But harm? No. Pain is part of our game, right?”
“Yes…” he replied, her use of the word “game” giving his pause. Did she consider this a brief episode? A diversion while he was in town?
She smiled up at him. “I need a phone, and…I think your dildo is going to fuck a hole in the carpet.”
He glanced down at the eager thing pumping away like crazy. Hopefully, he wasn’t working away at nothing himself.
Chapter Nine
Having near
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