Soon, Robin sounded as if she was being strangled, as she struggled not to beg him with words. This made Robert smile, which he was sure she could feel against her engorged labia.
Her skin was so sensitive, velvet soft, with a fine down of hair above her Mons. His tongue circled up and around her clit, but not directly on it.
Robin's shivers and moans were reaching a crescendo. He had no desire to break her. He'd made her wait long enough. Robert told her, "You have permission to come at any time, Little Bird."
Then he applied his lips and tongue directly to her clit and sucked. He heard her gasp, then call out, wailing her orgasm with a long, undulating cry.
Her body continued to twitch and shudder for long minutes after her initial orgasm had receded. He spent that time holding her, stroking her breasts, running his hands up and down her body and face, building her up again.
He fingered her slit, drawing a hand covered with glistening moisture out of her. He ran his slick fingers under her nose, leaving a wet smear on her upper lip.
"See how beautiful you smell?" he asked her. "Now, taste."
He held his fingers up to her face, forcing her to bring her mouth forward to envelope them in her mouth.
She moaned, her tongue caressing his fingers, and Robert groaned, feeling his cock pushing at the barrier of his jeans, longing to be buried between her thighs.
He pulled his hand back down, and began to finger fuck her pussy, first with two, then three fingers in and out of her. He played with her nipples, pulling and squeezing with his other hand.
Robin groaned, deep in her throat as her eyes closed, hips pumping gently.
Robert decided not to chastise her for that breach. Not now.
Three fingers ran in and out, as her tight little cunt squeezed his hand for all she was worth.
Robert dipped his thumb into her pussy, thoroughly wetting it. He pulled it out and plunged it into her tight rosebud of an asshole, as his fingers plunged into her pussy. His other hand squeezed and pulled her nipple without mercy. Suddenly, Robin came, bucking against his hand, shuddering and shrieking.
A very satisfied smirk covered his face. God he loved this! There was nothing better than making a woman come, especially Robin. Her face and body were so expressive, so responsive! It was even better than having an orgasm himself.
He loved the feeling of power, the sense that he did this to her. He evoked those noises and shudders. He brought her to ecstatic heights until she lost control.
It was heady. It was addictive.
He didn't want to remove her restraints; he wanted to keep her tied here, so he could do that to her again and again and again. Impractical? Sure. The best sorts of dreams are just that, impractical.
As her tremors slowed and stopped, he rubbed her rounded tummy, enjoying the feel of her softness.
He languidly licked his fingers, enjoying the taste of her a little more. The scent of her arousal filled the air like a fine perfume. The scent made him think of her and sex, and the many terrible, wonderful things he still wanted to do to her.
Chapter 26.
ROBIN
Robin lay on the sheets, relaxed, languid and feeling boneless, after multiple orgasms, gifted by Master. She smiled, a slow, sensual smile, born of her happy state. Master had removed her restraints, and now she lay curled up on his bed, happy as a kitten in sunshine.
She wriggled, feeling deliciously decadent. Before Master removed the cuffs, he'd brought in a warm and soapy washcloth and cleaned her very carefully. At first, she was embarrassed, and then grateful for the tender gesture.
“Thank you, Master.”
His eyes were gentle on her, showing his sincere caring. “You’re welcome, Little Bird.”
Robin suddenly realized how much she wanted his cock inside of her, filling her again. She felt it as a driving need, like a drug addict needing a fix. However, it wasn't her place to initiate the act. He was supposed to decide and control all aspects of their sexual encounters, including the what, where and when.
Hmm…it seems I'll have to work my way around this obstacle. It's not as if I'm asking for a kidney, here. What I want is for both of us, to give and receive immense pleasure. This whole D/s arrangement of ours doesn't have to mean this wily submissive can't try to tilt the table in my favor. Does it? Would he refuse me if I convey my desire?
Hmm, perhaps he doesn't want me that way. He'd only fucked my pussy once tonight...
Her common sense returned, recalling the many intense passion and desire-filled looks he gave her. As well as the reverence with which he touched her. His hunger for her seemed immense and genuine.
Master was simply a caring, sensitive man who saw to her needs before his own. He seemed to get off on pleasuring her. She was a lucky woman to have such a man in her bed and her life.
Robin's eyes narrowed and a furrow appeared between her brows, as she furiously thought of how she could go about her subtle seduction. Master had ordered her to follow his commands, not to anticipate or initiate. It wasn't her place.
However, Master shouldn't suffer a lack of pleasure or release because of his kindness and generosity.
She was determined to serve him, to please him with her body.
Hell, wasn't that was HER right?
If doing that brought about punishment, then so be it. She owed Master that much and more. Robin began plotting her next move.
She smiled at the thought of being a sexy, modern and kinky version of Lucille Ball, plotting and scheming to get her man.
~~~
ROBERT
In the kitchen, Robert finished arranging finger foods on a plate, poured Robin's fruit juice and carried the food and drink upstairs. He smiled to himself at the thought of his little bird feasting on these provisions. She didn't lack an appetite. She obviously enjoyed food immensely, in an almost sensual way. He loved watching that enjoyment, finding it stimulating as Hell. Robin ate with gusto.
He liked gusto. He liked her—very much.
When he got to the room, he was surprised by what he saw. Robin was sprawled out on the bed, legs akimbo. Her hands were stroking her breasts idly, her fingers gliding up and down over her belly, her breasts and her throat.
Robert stood there a moment, frozen and mesmerized by the scene before him. The plate and glass were both forgotten in his hands.
Robin saw him and laughed a full-throated, rich belly laugh. It was the laugh of a woman, not a fake little girl's tinkle.
“Oh, Master, you look like someone hit you with a two-by-four! Is everything OK?”
Robert swallowed hard. Both of his hands were full, so he couldn't reach down and adjust himself. His dick felt as if it was trying to burrow through his pants to get at her. He didn't blame it one bit.
“Here,” he growled, “I brought you something to eat.” He thrust the plate at her, along with the beverage.
Robin smiled at him as she took the plate and glass. “Thank you, Master. You're so good to me.”
An inkling of suspicion crossed Robert's mind.
She's definitely up to something...but what? This is quite interesting. I can't wait to see what she does next.
He sat in the easy chair facing the bed and chewed on some baby carrot sticks.
Robin, still smiling, picked up a pickle from the plate and began to draw it over her lips; she licked it but didn't bite into it. It was like the sexy refrigerator scene from 9½ Weeks. Robert simply stared at her, trying not to show emotion on his face.
Next, she picked up a cherry tomato and bit into it, letting the juices run down her chin.
That little minx, he thought. She's putting on another show! What does she hope to accomplish? He'd have thought the many orgasms she’d had would've sated her, apparently not.
“Is everything OK?” he asked her.
She moved on the bed, stretching her body in a way that was distinctly cat-like. One part of his brain was extremely gleeful to see her acting as though she was past her body is
sues, past thinking, or at least acting, as if she was overweight and unattractive. He was thrilled at the freedom and acceptance that shined through in her actions. Her newly found self-confidence was beautiful on her.
Another part of him was simply taken in by the entertainment value of the obvious show she was putting on for his benefit. It was certainly amusing and unexpected. It seemed so out of character for her usually timid nature. He always had to coax her out of her shell. This novel act of hers was quite fun to behold.
The last and most powerful part of his brain, the animal part, saw her and wanted nothing more than to possess her. He ached to ravage her, to take her, again and again. That part of him spoke loudest and his body responded reflexively. He felt like a predator and she was his prey. He wanted to spring into action and pounce.
Lust surged through his bloodstream, and it was all he could do not to fall on her like an oak tree, felled in the forest.
“Oh, Master,” she cooed, “I'm so hungry.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, coquettishly.
“I brought plenty of food,” he said, coyly. He played along, pretending not to get her obvious innuendo, as he gestured to the plate before her.
“No, Master, I'm not hungry for food. I'm hungry for you. My pussy is hungry for your cock. I want you to plunge deep into my cunt. I have an itch deep inside that only you can scratch.”
With that, she was off the bed.
Robin crawled towards him on her hands and knees. Her hips swayed back and forth, her ass twitched, her breasts bobbed. She made such a sexy sight. He was entranced. Before he realized it, she was kneeling before him, her hands reaching for the fly on his pants.
He grabbed her wrists. “Whoa there, Little Bird. What do you think you're doing?”
Robin licked her lips slowly. “Please, Master...I want to taste you, I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to take me,” she whispered.
Robert shook his head, more out of habit than willpower. “No, little one. I lead. You follow, remember?”
However, even as he spoke the words, his mind was rebelling against his own strictures. He wanted her as much as she apparently wanted him. Hell, maybe more.
He could already picture her glistening pink pussy lips enveloping his cock...God! He ached for that.
“Then punish me tomorrow, Master. Please let me have you, tonight. Please, Master?”
The desperate tone of her last two words completely undid him. He could resist her no longer.
He let her wrists go, and her hands immediately went for his pants. She made short work of the button and zipper. He lifted up his rump to allow her to pull his pants down.
Robert's erection stood tall in front of her. He watched her lick her lips, as she excitedly took in the sight of him.
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ROBIN
Success! Robin felt like pumping her fist in the air, but knew that wouldn't lend the right submissive air to the occasion. It would've been inappropriate and disrespectful to her Dom. It also could've resulted in an abrupt change of plans if Master took offense.
Instead, she decided to enjoy her triumph to its fullest. She knelt up, leaned forward and took the large purple head into her mouth.
First, she wanted to get him worked up with her mouth, and then get him to fill her hungry pussy with his tempting cock. Her mouth and her pussy were both watering with anticipation and arousal.
Robin licked and sucked, spreading saliva all over his beautiful penis, which throbbed in her mouth, spilling pre-cum onto her lips. Greedily, she sucked it down and laved more affection on his hardened member.
After just a few quick minutes, Master was shifting restlessly. She hoped he couldn't stand it any longer and wanted to bury himself inside of her core, to merge with her.
Robin suddenly felt his hands grasp her under her arms, lifting her off his cock and almost throwing her backwards onto the bed.
She barely had time to draw her knees back before he was on her, with all his weight, which she welcomed.
His face was etched in stone, a look so intense it might be frightening, except she knew she'd caused it. Robin felt a surge of power go through her at that thought. His look of pure need was electrifying.
He poised the tip of his cock at her entrance and pushed in, just a little. Robin moaned, trying to shift her hips and urge him deeper inside of her.
Master growled and bit out, “I want to go slow, but I can't. I have to take you hard and fast...it's going to be a rough ride.”
Yes!
She looked directly into his eyes and matched his fevered gaze with her own. “Ride me, Master. Ride your slave!”
Blinded by her words, Master plunged deeply into her, hard.
During the haze of lust and physical ecstasy she felt as Master drove into her with his cock, Robin felt a quaver of uncertainty.
Did I just call myself his slave? Did I say that aloud to Master? Oh, God!
However, as she looked into his inflamed expression, he didn't appear to become disturbed or unhappy by her devotion. In fact, Master appeared to be filled with even more possessive ardor and commanding passion.
Robin suddenly understood the realities of a Master/slave relationship within the BDSM community. It was so much more than what she'd naively assumed, only a few weeks ago.
She saw this was not a one-sided dynamic of Master using his slave for his own satisfaction. Her Master was caring and giving, but she wasn't just a "thing" to him, at all. She was HIS most valued possession.
Robin craved to be owned by Master, to be cherished by him.
To be his slave was a most exalted position.
These thoughts and realizations passed through her mind in an instant of clarity. She then came back to herself. Robin returned her attention to the raw, beautiful sensation of Master thrusting into her, filling her with his cock, bringing her pleasure she'd never known before.
This was no ‘scene’, no role-play for sensation's sake. Nor had Master laid down the mantle of his dominance. As his hips pounded against her and his cock plunged into her, she knew he was in the moment with her, making love to her. It was a beautiful and genuine moment they were sharing, man to woman, Master to slave.
He was in charge. He was still Master, but no ropes or chains were needed.
She was bound to him by his will, as well as by her own.
Robin acknowledged to herself that she was Master's slave.
This thought pushed her over the edge into an orgasm. It was not her last.
Robin thought happily how she'd achieved her goal. Master was ensconced within her body. They were both rapt in a moment of pure bliss, fully enjoying each other's bodies. She didn't care a whit what punishments this might bring; it was worth it.
Her internal muscles grabbed him and tried to hold him in place, not to let him leave her body.
Her breasts were heavy, her nipples tight little knots, seeking his touch. Wordlessly, she begged him to not hold back or be gentle. She wanted him to ravish her, to use her, to mark her with his hands, his cock and his seed.
They were in sync.
Master read all of this in her body language and in her eyes. It pushed him over the edge, grunting loudly with the effort of his orgasm. She felt him jet into her, and Robin exploded again.
"Master! I’m your slave, Master!" she cried out, again and again.
Chapter 27.
ROBIN
Master decided they should go out for an informal dinner. They needed to do more “vanilla” activities and spend more time together doing other things in addition to having incredible sex. He said he didn't want their relationship to be a 'hothouse flower,' one that couldn't survive in the outside world.
He told her not to call him Master when they were out. She's to call him 'Robert' or 'Bobby.' Robin almost giggled at the thought of calling Master “Bobby.” There's no way she could do that with a straight face. “Robert” would be difficult enough for her to remember, as it was. He was "Master" to her min
d.
Robin dressed in a flowing skirt and silk blouse, as he required. He made no demands about her not wearing panties, as in the erotic romance books she'd read. If he wanted her to remove her panties in the restaurant, Master would tell her to do so.
Of course, she would.
Robin felt funny walking beside Master, fully clothed, outdoors in public. However, it was nice. He was so handsome, wearing a casual golf shirt and his ubiquitous jeans, which hugged his hips in a flattering way.
Master didn’t have much hair on top of his head, but she didn't think that took anything away from his attractiveness. She was glad he didn't try to preserve his youth with a ponytail of grey hair. She preferred his well-groomed appearance.
His neatly trimmed goatee was mostly silver and very distinguished looking. It also made him look devilish when he got a certain glint in his eye. That glint could make her shiver.
They went to Theodore's, a local hot dog joint. The hot dogs there were delicious, and the dining was casual and relaxed. They settled in the back, away from other customers. They ate their hot dogs and curly fries, drank Loganberry and chatted like perfectly normal people.
They talked about their jobs. Robin worked at the Water Utility Company and Robert managed his family's trust. This enabled him to stay at home, giving him ample time to figure out fresh and sexy ways to torment and please her.
They spoke of their families. His folks were deceased, but he had a brother who lived in California. They rarely spoke. Robin's parents lived in Florida, but her children, Ruthie and David, were in their twenties and still lived locally in Buffalo.
“There's another event night coming up at the Club, next week. I want us to go together, Little Bird.”
Unease roiled in her stomach at the thought of returning to the scene of her humiliation. Master put his hand under her chin and raised her face up to meet his eyes. They blazed with intensity.
“You have nothing to fear there. No one will disrespect you again, I promise.”
Robin nodded, biting her lip, still feeling trepidation.
Master smiled at her. “I want to show you off, make all of the other Doms jealous of me. You're a prize above pearls.”
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