of a slave, my body trussed in a corset of tight-laced satin, my feet in high heeled pumps, a gag in my mouth.
A shudder runs through me in each parallel world, as he tweaks my nipple and makes me squirm.
Oh god, he's so beautiful when he's stern. The mouth that kisses so softly is sculpted and cruel, and his warm brown eyes are black with power and lust.
As he slaps my bottom with the flat of his hand, I start to come. And come in the real world too, in bed, lying underneath him. Straining for the best, the finest, the highest orgasm, I arch against Terrence, my heels dragging against the backs of his calves, my fingers flexing like talons, gripping his bottom.
I scream as I soar to heaven, while his phantom self smacks my naked flesh, again and again.
*** *** ***
Afterwards, we lie against the pillows, both slumped and sweaty, breathing hard. Multiple orgasms have knocked the stuffing out of me, and even Terrence, with all his prodigious sexual stamina, looks momentarily shattered.
"What the hell were you thinking, Vickie?" He turns to me, and I see he's sharper and more with it than I imagined. Those clever brown eyes of his gleam with knowledge, almost as if he really were the master of my fantasy. "There was something dirty and devious going on that turned you into a wildcat, wasn't there?" He does that sinful lip licking thing again. "Come on, woman, tell the truth or you'll regret it." His mouth curves into a deliciously evil smile, and I'm back in heaven.
Oh, the threats... oh, please bring them on!
Suddenly I'm not tired at all. Now's the time to tell him. Because I've a sneaky feeling he probably knows already. He's got this uncanny knack of reading me, and it turns me on.
I prevaricate, gnawing my lip. An act, obviously.
"Vickie?" he prompts. There's a hint of sternness there, and for a vertiginous second, I can't tell whether it's real or fabricated. My pussy flickers again despite my previous surfeit of pleasure.
"I... um... well, it was just a little fantasy I sometimes have." Little? Who am I kidding? It's big and it's bad and it's beautiful. "I... I don't mean that fucking you isn't satisfying... it's just I have these thoughts sometimes." Lots of the time, and I'm dying to share them. "I can't help myself, but it's not you, it's me. I... You're a fabulous lover."
His eyes are on me. Steady and strangely bright. Knowing again. The devil, he's teasing me. He's read my mind as easily as if my eyes were made of glass. Suddenly he is the man in the dungeon, and twice as dangerous.
"But not quite fabulous enough," he growls, pursing his lips, fighting that sunny, sexy "let's get it on smile" of his. "Spit it out. What do you want? What dark and depraved perversion do you think about when you're already having bloody good sex start with?"
I would point out to him that he has a very high opinion of himself, but now's not the moment. Especially as I hold that high opinion also.
"Well, you see... it's like this. I sort of like men to spank me. It's a 'thing' of mine, you know?"
His eyes widen. He chews his lip. He looks perplexed. Oh, give the man an Oscar! But he can't disguise the merriment in his eyes.
"Good lord, you are a wicked little pervert, aren't you?"
"But I do like ordinary shagging too, honest! I just that like I spanking as well."
"I see." He's killing himself here. I swear he's dying to burst out laughing.
"Perhaps I'd better go." Throwing myself into my penitent role, I start to slide out of bed, ready to feign a search for my scattered clothes.
But he stops me with a firm hand on my wrist. "Oh no you don't! I think we need to get to the bottom of this." He has to turn away then, and I can see his broad shoulders shaking. "I'm going to get a bottle of wine. And then we'll discuss it properly. No messing about."
Then he strides naked across the room, stalking towards the door, his gorgeous cock swinging. It's a bit perky again. More than perky.
Oh God, I can't wait!
A few minutes
A shudder runs through me in each parallel world, as he tweaks my nipple and makes me squirm.
Oh god, he's so beautiful when he's stern. The mouth that kisses so softly is sculpted and cruel, and his warm brown eyes are black with power and lust.
As he slaps my bottom with the flat of his hand, I start to come. And come in the real world too, in bed, lying underneath him. Straining for the best, the finest, the highest orgasm, I arch against Terrence, my heels dragging against the backs of his calves, my fingers flexing like talons, gripping his bottom.
I scream as I soar to heaven, while his phantom self smacks my naked flesh, again and again.
*** *** ***
Afterwards, we lie against the pillows, both slumped and sweaty, breathing hard. Multiple orgasms have knocked the stuffing out of me, and even Terrence, with all his prodigious sexual stamina, looks momentarily shattered.
"What the hell were you thinking, Vickie?" He turns to me, and I see he's sharper and more with it than I imagined. Those clever brown eyes of his gleam with knowledge, almost as if he really were the master of my fantasy. "There was something dirty and devious going on that turned you into a wildcat, wasn't there?" He does that sinful lip licking thing again. "Come on, woman, tell the truth or you'll regret it." His mouth curves into a deliciously evil smile, and I'm back in heaven.
Oh, the threats... oh, please bring them on!
Suddenly I'm not tired at all. Now's the time to tell him. Because I've a sneaky feeling he probably knows already. He's got this uncanny knack of reading me, and it turns me on.
I prevaricate, gnawing my lip. An act, obviously.
"Vickie?" he prompts. There's a hint of sternness there, and for a vertiginous second, I can't tell whether it's real or fabricated. My pussy flickers again despite my previous surfeit of pleasure.
"I... um... well, it was just a little fantasy I sometimes have." Little? Who am I kidding? It's big and it's bad and it's beautiful. "I... I don't mean that fucking you isn't satisfying... it's just I have these thoughts sometimes." Lots of the time, and I'm dying to share them. "I can't help myself, but it's not you, it's me. I... You're a fabulous lover."
His eyes are on me. Steady and strangely bright. Knowing again. The devil, he's teasing me. He's read my mind as easily as if my eyes were made of glass. Suddenly he is the man in the dungeon, and twice as dangerous.
"But not quite fabulous enough," he growls, pursing his lips, fighting that sunny, sexy "let's get it on smile" of his. "Spit it out. What do you want? What dark and depraved perversion do you think about when you're already having bloody good sex start with?"
I would point out to him that he has a very high opinion of himself, but now's not the moment. Especially as I hold that high opinion also.
"Well, you see... it's like this. I sort of like men to spank me. It's a 'thing' of mine, you know?"
His eyes widen. He chews his lip. He looks perplexed. Oh, give the man an Oscar! But he can't disguise the merriment in his eyes.
"Good lord, you are a wicked little pervert, aren't you?"
"But I do like ordinary shagging too, honest! I just that like I spanking as well."
"I see." He's killing himself here. I swear he's dying to burst out laughing.
"Perhaps I'd better go." Throwing myself into my penitent role, I start to slide out of bed, ready to feign a search for my scattered clothes.
But he stops me with a firm hand on my wrist. "Oh no you don't! I think we need to get to the bottom of this." He has to turn away then, and I can see his broad shoulders shaking. "I'm going to get a bottle of wine. And then we'll discuss it properly. No messing about."
Then he strides naked across the room, stalking towards the door, his gorgeous cock swinging. It's a bit perky again. More than perky.
Oh God, I can't wait!
A few minutes
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