by Iona Nixon
After standing there in each other embrace for several minutes maybe more our lips part reluctantly from each other as our bodies are starved for air. My cheeks now flushed my eyes dilated, my chest rising and falling rapidly, I look up and see same expression upon your face. Slowly I move my hands down your sexy well toned body letting them once again tease and evoke pleasure into you. My hands grasp yours from the curve of my buttocks taking them into my own. Smiling a sexy grin at you as I pull you with me toward the bed.
You see a glint of something within my eyes as I pull you toward our bed but think nothing of it as the sway of my body distracts you. My hands then let go of yours as I slink myself seductively up onto the bed. I move backwards on my hands and knees on the black satin sheets watching as you quickly dispense of your clothing.
I watch as the last remnants of your clothes hits the floor and your nude form now stands in front of my waking eyes. I grin thinking of how lucky I am to have a man such as you in my life and in my bed.
You smile that devilish smile of yours as you crawl slowly onto the bed moving closer and closer towards me. I giggle playing a little hard to get as I move further back in the king size bed loving when you chase me. But tonight the tables will be turned I think to myself. I hear you growl once again "come here you vixen so I may devour you" your husky voice demands as you lunge for me. Feeling you grab the shoes upon feet pulling me toward and under you.
Just as you think you have me I move my knee in between your thighs my arms upon your waist flipping your body under mine. You gasp in surprise as my stocking covered thighs now straddle your waist my hands pulling yours above your head. You look at me your voice and eyes full of amusement "Is my little vixen trying to dominate me?" you say with a chuckle in your voice. "This is quite cute but I fear it will not last long" you say your eyes showing me my surrender is inevitable.
I bend down toward you giving you a better view of my cleavage within my corset. "Oh dear husband that is where you are wrong" I say with confidence laced in my voice. Taking your wrists I clasp the hidden handcuffs I put on the bed posts around you. You look at me wide eyed and surprised as the unexpected handcuffs are now securely around your wrists. You growl fiercely at me as I have interrupted your plans of domination over me. You pull lightly at your restraints at first then seeing how tightly secured they are give a harder tug.
You look at me sternly your voice taking on that irresistible deep husky tone when you want your way "Let me go love, you know you want my hands making you succumb to me, wanting me to give you orgasm after orgasm." I moan as your hips rise and your erection rubs right against my sex. I enjoy this feeling for only a moment before roughly pushing your hips back down.
Taking your face within my hands my lips hovering just above yours I whisper "Did you not read the note sweetheart it said exquisite pleasure shall be yours tonight." Moving my hands downward showing you that every part of you is under my control "Tonight you will surrender to me my love." I whisper against your lips. Seeing the look of utter disbelief and arousal floating within your irises.
My lips taste yours lightly before moving downward craving to taste more of your succulent flesh. My lips roam along your pecs lavishing my tongue around your nipples one at a time coaxing them into hard tiny buds of sensitive flesh. Hearing you groan feeling you relax into the bed slowly feeling you succumb to me.
My lips trail downward along your flesh my tongue leaving a wet path along your skin. I look up seeing your eyes wide and fixated watching as I dominate and seduce you. My tongue circles around your belly button while my hands wreak havoc along your inner thighs. "Sweetheart please" you plead with me "Let me touch you I promise I will not do anything to overpower you." I smile as my lips plant a kiss on both of your hip bones. I look up at you once more "Sorry my husband I know what you crave but I promise when you do touch me it will be all the sweeter." You growl pulling again against your restraints.
I place my hands firmly upon your hips to keep you from bucking to wildly against me while I taste and savour you. My mouth now moving to hover at the tip of your hard thick meaty cock. My warm breath fanning, tickling along your shaft making him twitch violently. I hear you groan feeling my lips so close yet not close enough. Then I decide to move past your cock completely diving my head in between your toned thighs. Hearing you groan once again as my mouth teases and torments you loving how my husband is submitting to my every touch. My tongue moves to lick up your inner thighs making you quiver and undulate against the bed. My mouth taking it's time wanting to have you begging me to take that cock of yours into this mouth of mine.
You moan again as you feel my nose nudge against your nicely shaped balls inhaling the musky scent of you into my nostrils. Again my nose nudges you making the scent grow stronger. My mouth salivates, craving to taste you there. My tongue slips through my lips, making contact with your balls, so smooth and so hot against my tongue. I moan as I take a longer lick, then another. My tongue being driven crazy by the texture, heat, and taste, I have to have more of them. I suck one of your balls deep into the sweet chasm of my mouth. Your hips buck upward as my mouth sucks deeply onto your one ball then the other rolling each of your balls along my tongue and the roof of my mouth savoring them deeply. My mouth moves on from your balls satisfied with the lingering taste of them in my mouth. My eyes slightly become transfixed for a moment seeing how swollen your balls have become before my eyes drift upward to see your raging hard on.
My hands move from where I have placed them on your hips to keep you from undulating too wildly under my teasing and tormenting caresses. You feel as my hands grasp your cock tightly and I moan to myself feeling the pulse of it against my palms. My mouth once again hovers above the engorged head of your cock licking my lips as I see the build up of precum upon the tip.
"Please sweetheart please" you mouth begs me in utter desperation wanting me to surround your achingly hard shaft with my warm soft lips. I look back up into your face smiling devilishly "Mmm I love hearing you beg." the words sounding so husky and domineering through my lips. Your hips once again try buck upwards to my mouth. I move my mouth closer to the tip of your cock slowly pulling you in through my pursed lips. You and I moan together in tremendous satisfaction as my mouth begins gently sucking on the tip of your shaft tasting the flood of precum upon my tongue.
Slowly and seductively I slide you deeper and deeper into my mouth feeling the hot flesh of your cock searing hot against my tongue. My mouth now coating your cock in saliva as I slowly stroke you along my tongue at a leisurely pace. I continue to slide my mouth up and down along your shaft slightly picking up the pace feeling the veins protruding and pulse along your cock.I bring my mouth to the tip once more sucking on it for a moment enjoying the smoothness of it against my tongue then once again my mouth spears down upon you pushing him deep into my mouth. My hands moving away from your cock back to your hips pushing them downward denying you the pleasure of thrusting your hips upward towards my mouth.
My mouth picks up the pace again now ravaging your cock sucking my mouth upon him tightly feeling him grow thicker,and harder with every stroke. I tease the head of your cock by pushing it to the entrance of my throat.Looking up into your face as your cock is buried deep inside my mouth I smile seeing you lost in the pleasure seeing you finally succumb to me completely.
Wanting to give you the exquisite pleasure I promised I push your cock deeper so it enters the tight silky walls of my throat. I gag slightly as he enters but soon my throat accommodates the size of you and continues to stroke you senseless making louder moans and grunts escape through your lips. I devour your cock with such a hunger wanting to feel your hot thick white cum spurting down my throat.
You feel my hands drift from your hips to your balls massaging them adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. Automatically your hips begin to thrust against my warm mouth intoxicated by the pleasure that is being driven into you. Harder, faster, my mouth and your hips thr
ust together in unison. The head of your cock flaring wildly inside my throat. I start to moan along your shaft knowing that those vibrations will only intensify the already overwhelming pleasure coursing though you.
Grunt after loud grunt releases through those masculine lips. A tell a tale sign my husband is coming close to his orgasm. My mouth and throat stroking at an impossible speed now so hungry for your cum. Your balls slap against my chin repeatedly your cock pushing in and out of my mouth like a crazy man drunk on pleasure.
Your head thrashes back and forth on the pillows as more strangled moans slip past your lips.
"oh oh sweetheart I'm gonna.....mmmmmmmm" Your hips suddenly thrust up high into the air as your orgasm overtakes you. Your cock spurting load after load of hot cum into me. I moan as I greedily slurp and swallow all your wonderful tasting cum your cock has to offer not letting a single drop escape.
Your body slumps back onto the bed spent after such an intense orgasm. I slide my mouth gently off your semi hard cock giving it one more kiss. I slide back up beside you and kiss you deeply letting you taste the pleasure that was orgasmed into my mouth. I snuggle up to you happy and content in the fact that I single handedly made my gorgeous dominating husband submit to my control. I smile knowing you enjoyed this Friday night seduction thus far as evidence of the huge grin on your face.
Suddenly I feel you roll to your side facing me making further contact with my body already tingling thinking of more pleasures to come this night. I look up into your face seeing you giving me that dangerously sexy glint in your eyes and that oh so dangerously seductive smile. I swallow nervously wondering when I take these handcuffs off of you what is in store for me on this Friday night of seduction.
The End.
The Auction
She primped nervously in the mirror. It was the first night in weeks that they were going out to play, and everything needed to be perfect. She was wearing the dress that he had bought just for tonight. The snow-white, stretchy fabric clung tightly to the curves of her body. She gazed into the mirror, marveling in the way that it showed off her full round breasts, and the way that her hard, dark nipples showed clearly through the fabric. Turning slightly, she examined how smoothly it hung on the curve of her ass, just barely covering it. She wondered for an instant if her pussy lips would be visible if she bent over too quickly, and that brief thought sent a quiver through her body.
She regained her composure and returned to her preening. Her hair had to be perfect too, so she had spent an eternity twisting the dark, red-black strands into a single, long braid that cascaded down her back. The braid was secured at the end by a thin ribbon, tied tightly into a small bow that dangled precisely above the curve of her ass. She had paid extra attention to making sure the bow was secure, so that it wouldn't come loose no matter how hard it was pulled - no matter how hard he pulled. She tugged at it to make doubly sure, and pressure from that motion made the tingle return, this time to her pussy.
As she looked into the mirror she could see him approach her from behind. He too was dressed impeccably with his tall, slender body encased in a charcoal grey suit covering a fitted white shirt. The only color in either of their wardrobes was the thin red necktie, secured around his neck in a perfectly tied knot. She felt herself involuntarily sigh, as he wrapped his arms around her, crushing her large breasts and pulling her tightly to him. He kissed her neck gently, lovingly.
"You look exquisite," he whispered. "You are going to be my perfect little whore tonight."
His words were a pronouncement, a statement of fact that he didn't need to speak out loud. She was completely his, anytime and anywhere, but she also knew he wanted to hear her repeat it. She turned slowly to him, wrapping her arms tenderly around his neck.
"Of course. I am your whore," she said softly, "tonight, tomorrow ... forever."
Her luscious, pink lips found his, and the two of them became entwined in the most lovingly gentle kiss. She lost herself in the romance of the moment because she knew it would likely be the last gentle act of the evening. Inside her was a fire that was desperate to rip his clothes off right there and - but no, it wasn't time for that. She needed to be his perfect little whore tonight. She would be patient.
Before the evening could commence, her wardrobe needed one final touch. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a narrow strip of pure white leather. Her heartbeat quickened at the sight, and without hesitation she promptly turned away from him and lifted the braid of her hair to expose her bare neck. With practised hands, he placed the collar around her and tightened it with extreme care. When he had finished, both of their gazes returned to the mirror. The collar was beautiful, made of braided white leather that matched her white dress exactly, and it was studded with four sparkling diamonds. He made sure it was snug - tight enough that she would always feel it, but not so tight as to restrict her breathing, or to prevent his cock from sliding down her throat for that matter. In the front and back were platinum rings and her right hand instinctively wandered to touch the cool metal, playing with it, while her mind wondered when he would attach her leash.
"Come," he said.
She squirmed in the passenger seat of the car as they drove off in silence. The leather seat felt cool against her bare thighs as she longed to feel something warmer there. Her anticipation came to a halt after only a short drive as they pulled into the parking lot of one of their favorite restaurants. She was puzzled when he led her toward the door as she wasn't at all hungry, well not for what was on the menu here anyway.
She looked at him quizzically, but he just said "Come", and guided her inside.
They were quickly seated at a table that seemed much too public for anything naughty, at least that is, if they ever were to be allowed back. She continued to question him with her eyes, longing to know what he wanted her to do, but just like any other normal night out, the waiter came and took their order. There was nothing special going on here tonight. He sat silently, only speaking to order their usual entrees, accompanied by a favorite wine. During the salad course, she finally grabbed his hand and looked in his eyes searching for some signal.
"Relax," he said softly, "be patient and enjoy your meal."
Now she began to understand that he was just teasing her, tempting her. He was testing her resolve to make sure she would be whatever he wanted her to be tonight. Alright, she thought to herself, "I can wait. I can be patient."
Her resolve barely lasted until the main course arrived. She was dying for him to touch her, scold her, screw her, anything but this. So she quietly slid her chair closer to his and reached one hand under the table to brush his thigh, but he only pushed it away and continued eating. She tried again a few moments later, this time being bolder, trying to search for his cock, but he grabbed her wrist, twisted it hard, and pushed her hand back into her lap.
"No," he said, firmly but quietly, to not disturb the other diners around them.
She felt a mild shot of pain through her wrist as his touch left her, pain that was a small bittersweet relief. At least it was a something, some feeling that came from him. It was a gift from his touch, and that was enough to cause her wetness to flow. She needed him and craved him now more than before. Still somehow not believing he would tease her mercilessly with just dinner, she got up to go to the ladies room and begged him to come with her. She bent over, displaying her ample breasts to him and whispered in his ear all the filthiest things she would do to him in the ladies room, but he was completely unfazed.
"Hurry back, or your food will get cold," was all he said.
Dejected, she stormed to the restroom and slammed the door of the stall behind her. She reached down and felt her moistness, not believing how wet she was. A part of her was desperate to bring herself to orgasm right there, just to take help the edge off, but another part of her knew that she couldn't. He knew exactly what to do to her, exactly how to bring her anticipation to such a height before pushing her over the edge. She hoped that was wh
at he was doing now - she prayed that was what he was doing now. She secretly lit a cigarette, but it didn't help either. So she summoned all her resolve and returned to the table, with the intention to be whatever he wanted. Her dinner remained untouched while she preferred to stare into his eyes, trying to decipher some secret code as to what would lie ahead. He ordered dessert. She hated him for that. She watched him slowly consume the creamy confection and dreamed that he was eating her instead, that his tongue was buried inside her. Her wetness ran out onto the chair. She waited.
It seemed like it was days, before he finally paid the check and they got up to leave. He took her by the arm and led her out to the car. She wanted him to take her right there in the parking lot, right there on the hood of the car. She reached up to kiss him, but he just said, "No, be a good girl".
That wasn't playing fair. She had always been his good girl. It made her feel complete that no matter what he made her do, no matter how dirty, at the end, he always called her his good little girl. It would have crushed her to not be good tonight, of all nights. She tried to smile at him, but inside she was holding back a tear. She hated him even more, but her needs outweighed the hate so she sank into the car and waited. They drove for a very long time. At times he reached over and stroked her hand, but that was just torture instead of compassion. She needed so much more. She bit her lip to distract herself from the ache in her pussy and curled up into a ball while her eyes gazed longingly at his face illuminated in the passing headlights.
"Please," at one point she felt herself say.
"Soon," he replied lovingly, and he stroked her hair gently.
She had closed her eyes to try to sleep, and didn't notice when they had finally stopped. The passenger door opened, and he reached in and lifted her from the seat, placing her gently onto her feet. She saw that they were now in the parking lot of what looked like a bar. It was somewhere she had never been, and from the seedy look of the surroundings, was probably somewhere she never would have gone on her own. Her ache was so great that she didn't trust herself to form words, so she just looked longingly into his eyes, and this time she saw something different then before. They were still gentle, but there was something devious in their depths now and her hope began to swell. That is when she heard the click. It was a sound she knew without question, one she had grown to love. It was the click of the leash being snapped onto her collar. Her heart began to pound, racing so fast she wondered how long it could sustain the rhythm. He yanked slightly at the chain, and then pulled her forward. She loved him.