‘You can take those down.’
So I do, stepping out of them, loving the abandon I feel. No knickers, hair aflutter, my shoes bondage in themselves as I struggle to control the high heels in my weakened state.
The bed is dark red, and flanked by a huge mirrored wardrobe down one wall. I lie on my back as you tell me to and touch myself between the legs. I could come in an instant if you’d let me but I don’t think you’re going to quite yet. You smile, shaking your head at me. You’re trying to look harsh but you’re loving this. You kneel on the bed and pull my legs up, over my head, almost into a shoulder stand, hooking the heels of my shoes under the top bar of the high metal headboard. I look at myself in the mirror, looking like a total porn star, a little narcissistic maybe but you love me for it – she doesn’t even shave her legs.
My ass is lifted off the bed by my feet being hooked and you give it another whack with the belt, and another, and my heels take chunks of paint off the wall as I try to wriggle away from the pain. Then your fingers are on my pussy, one finger stroking up and down so gently and I’m almost coming. Then your tongue, and I’m coming against your face, screaming, sweating, not caring – the mirror showing a porno flick of a fully clothed man pressing his face into this total slut’s cunt. But it’s me. And it’s you. It’s you.
The French don’t call it the little death for nothing. I am momentarily destroyed, unable to focus or think straight. And you are up beside the bed, your mind still clear, and you’re undressing. Your body is perfect for me, muscular, tattooed; I love your strength and the contrast of you to me. I want you to hold me to your chest but you’re pressing your cock into my mouth, pulling me up onto my knees so you can see in the mirror. I put on a show, arching my back and licking your cock and sucking just the end, locking your gaze in the glass. I can see your gaze travelling from my mouth around you, down my arched back, to my bare ass and the red marks before my stockings and those shoes. You love everything I love, and I suck you.
You want me on my back again, and I willingly comply. Again, my legs are up and hooked, and it aches, but it’s worth it. You kneel over me, and gently now start to push into me, just the tip, and it drives me wild. I’m begging you to fuck me hard, but you’re so in control, and that makes me even madder. I want you to lose control like I have, and we both know what’s going on, and I love it. I’m so wet and you slide your cock around, getting it wet, and start to nudge it against my ass. I protest theatrically and you smile and carry on. I open up to you and you slide in further, your sudden gentleness both delicious and frustrating. You’re rubbing my clit so gently, and moving the head of your cock in and out of my ass, and I’m going to come again. My wetness is trickling down and you’re sliding in and out so gently, and my clit is swollen and super sensitive under your touch, and I’m coming, thrusting up to meet you and pulling you further into me, the mixture of sensations more than I can handle.
You pull out and wank over me, both of us watching each other in the mirror, and your cum showers me and you hold me tight, open and vulnerable just for the moment. Just for tonight.
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