fuck me.
Spend the night with me.
Be with me.
Master Gareth pulled my ass cheeks apart, kneading the flesh as he exposed my hole. His hot breath cooled the sweat that had collected on my back from the flogging. He’d gone easy on me tonight, even though we’d done over a dozen scenes together and I’m not so new to this any longer. I could always tell that he wanted more, wanted to take and for some reason held back. Fuck, I think I’d been more than clear about my intentions.
I wanted to have sex with him.
His cock in my cunt. Hell, I was at the point where I wanted to get a T-shirt made with that written on it.
Maybe it was worth one more chance.
I wiggled my ass and somehow managed to widen my knees without putting too much pressure on my clamped nipples.
“Please, Sir.”
“Please what?”
“Please, will you fuck me?”
He stilled and his grip tightened on my ass. “Liz—”
“I’ll do whatever you want. Be in any position. Please, Sir, I want you to take me. Fuck me. Push me into the mattress until I can barely breathe.”
He leaned in and pressed his forehead to one of my ass cheeks. I hoped he’d say something, give me some kind of response so I could at the very least argue with him. But no, in typical Gareth fashion he said nothing.
Stubborn, insufferable—
The press of his tongue across my asshole had me moaning in a flash. I’d started getting Brazilians shortly after we’d begun playing and I realized how much he loved licking my pussy and rimming my ass. His tongue was wicked and Master Gareth was a man with few inhibitions. He would lick me anywhere he thought would get a reaction.
Yeah, it’s really hard to stay mad at a man whose goal in life seems to be giving me the best orgasms I’ve ever had.
He reached between my legs and dragged his fingers along the side of my clit, across the smooth skin of my pussy lips. Repeatedly, he stroked and probed without touching where I wanted him to. He loved depriving me of my pleasure as long as he could. The longer he kept me on edge, the better the release was in the end.
“What do you think about getting your clit pierced?”
Oh. Fuck. I’m fairly certain my cunt just gushed at the thought. “Yes.”
“Yeah, I knew you’d enjoy that idea. It would hurt for a few weeks, but the things I could do to you afterward.” He dived back in and licked my ass.
He shifted from rubbing around my clit, to pinching it as he slipped his thumb into my cunt. It had taken me a while to get used to being licked this way, exposed and helpless. With my hands tied I couldn’t do much too either help him, or, God forbid, try to stop him. I was completely at his mercy.
Exactly the way I wanted it.
With each swipe of his tongue, I inched closer to my orgasm. My thighs ached from the angle, my nipples throbbed from the clamps, my ass still burned from the strap and I loved it all. I wanted more.
“Sir. Gareth. Please.”
He bit down on my ass cheek, slapping the other side three times hard. “Get up.”
Shit, I broke rule one.
Again.
I’m such an idiot.
“Sorry, Sir.”
Now, I don’t care how easy they make it look in porn movies, getting up with your hands cuffed behind your back when you’re half splayed out on the floor, is not an easy thing to do. Add in the nipple clamps and you have to be damn careful not to roll the wrong way and tug something that shouldn’t be tugged.
I wish I could say that I have it down to a science and that I’m graceful, but in reality I’m sure I’m giving a fairly accurate impression of a beached dolphin trying to squirm her way back into the water. I’ve learned enough to wiggle my knees closer together and use my chin as leverage. Sometimes I have the strength to simply pull my upper body up and end up on my knees. It depends on how long a session we’ve had.
Tonight, I’m rolling onto my side, then my back before I’m able to sit up. Kneeling from there is a bit easier and it gives me the
Spend the night with me.
Be with me.
Master Gareth pulled my ass cheeks apart, kneading the flesh as he exposed my hole. His hot breath cooled the sweat that had collected on my back from the flogging. He’d gone easy on me tonight, even though we’d done over a dozen scenes together and I’m not so new to this any longer. I could always tell that he wanted more, wanted to take and for some reason held back. Fuck, I think I’d been more than clear about my intentions.
I wanted to have sex with him.
His cock in my cunt. Hell, I was at the point where I wanted to get a T-shirt made with that written on it.
Maybe it was worth one more chance.
I wiggled my ass and somehow managed to widen my knees without putting too much pressure on my clamped nipples.
“Please, Sir.”
“Please what?”
“Please, will you fuck me?”
He stilled and his grip tightened on my ass. “Liz—”
“I’ll do whatever you want. Be in any position. Please, Sir, I want you to take me. Fuck me. Push me into the mattress until I can barely breathe.”
He leaned in and pressed his forehead to one of my ass cheeks. I hoped he’d say something, give me some kind of response so I could at the very least argue with him. But no, in typical Gareth fashion he said nothing.
Stubborn, insufferable—
The press of his tongue across my asshole had me moaning in a flash. I’d started getting Brazilians shortly after we’d begun playing and I realized how much he loved licking my pussy and rimming my ass. His tongue was wicked and Master Gareth was a man with few inhibitions. He would lick me anywhere he thought would get a reaction.
Yeah, it’s really hard to stay mad at a man whose goal in life seems to be giving me the best orgasms I’ve ever had.
He reached between my legs and dragged his fingers along the side of my clit, across the smooth skin of my pussy lips. Repeatedly, he stroked and probed without touching where I wanted him to. He loved depriving me of my pleasure as long as he could. The longer he kept me on edge, the better the release was in the end.
“What do you think about getting your clit pierced?”
Oh. Fuck. I’m fairly certain my cunt just gushed at the thought. “Yes.”
“Yeah, I knew you’d enjoy that idea. It would hurt for a few weeks, but the things I could do to you afterward.” He dived back in and licked my ass.
He shifted from rubbing around my clit, to pinching it as he slipped his thumb into my cunt. It had taken me a while to get used to being licked this way, exposed and helpless. With my hands tied I couldn’t do much too either help him, or, God forbid, try to stop him. I was completely at his mercy.
Exactly the way I wanted it.
With each swipe of his tongue, I inched closer to my orgasm. My thighs ached from the angle, my nipples throbbed from the clamps, my ass still burned from the strap and I loved it all. I wanted more.
“Sir. Gareth. Please.”
He bit down on my ass cheek, slapping the other side three times hard. “Get up.”
Shit, I broke rule one.
Again.
I’m such an idiot.
“Sorry, Sir.”
Now, I don’t care how easy they make it look in porn movies, getting up with your hands cuffed behind your back when you’re half splayed out on the floor, is not an easy thing to do. Add in the nipple clamps and you have to be damn careful not to roll the wrong way and tug something that shouldn’t be tugged.
I wish I could say that I have it down to a science and that I’m graceful, but in reality I’m sure I’m giving a fairly accurate impression of a beached dolphin trying to squirm her way back into the water. I’ve learned enough to wiggle my knees closer together and use my chin as leverage. Sometimes I have the strength to simply pull my upper body up and end up on my knees. It depends on how long a session we’ve had.
Tonight, I’m rolling onto my side, then my back before I’m able to sit up. Kneeling from there is a bit easier and it gives me the
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