Yours for the day

He pushed her back on the table and spread her legs wide. He found the bra and belt lying on the floor, picked them up, and tied her ankles with the legs of the table. Kneeling down on the floor, he licked a line over her wet slit. Her tied hands immediately reached towards his hair.

Her belly clenched and her bud pulsed harder. With just a single lick of his tongue, she moaned.

Her juices were already flowing and her new-found sensitivity was a torture as much as it was a blessing.

A sharp bite on her bud arched her back and all her nerves flocked down to her sex.

“Stroke your nipples” groaned a voice from between her legs and her hands followed his order.

She stroked the two nipples that were already standing, aroused and begging to be touched. The cool of her fingers felt delightful on her buds and she squirmed as a tongue met her bud down there.

He made circles with his tongue and she followed with her fingers. He licked up and down, and her fingers did the same. His tongue increased the pressure and her fingertips did too. She moaned out his name, and then bit her lip. This was still an office, and moans weren’t allowed here.

He sucked on her clit and rubbed his nose in between her legs. Swallowing her moans, she whispered, “I’m close, so so close”

He increased the pressure, and so did her pleasure. A deep clenching pressure built in her lower belly and she squirmed and moved and pinched her nipples.

She was close, so very close, she could almost feel herself reaching the paradise. Her high suddenly shattered, his lips were no longer eating her and her hands were pulled away from her nipples.

“Please” she begged.

She pulled on her hands, but his grip was stronger. She opened her eyes to glare at him, only to be greeted by darkness. She tried creating some kind of friction with her legs, but alas, they were tied too.

“What the hell?” she whisper-shouted, “Why would you do that?”

“Delayed gratification, darling” he said and she could just imagine him smiling while saying that.

His hot warm tongue licked her nipples, soothing them.

“Didn’t we agree that your body was mine today?” he asked as he flicked a nipple.

“Yes”

“So, don’t you think a punishment is in store for you?” he asked as he caressed her lower lip with his thumb.

“Uh why?” she asked.

“You pinched your nipples…” he said, pausing mid-sentence.

“So?” was at the tip of her tongue but she waited, and instead started thinking. Few dumb moments later, she got it.

“..But I was only supposed to stroke them” she finished.

“Exactly, so now..” he said and she heard the sound of palms rubbing together.

A chill of excitement and terror went through her. She loved the spanks she received but her butt was sensitive now and they’d hurt a lot more.

“Not my butt, please” she whimpered.

“Definitely not baby” he assured her and the very next moment she felt the sting of his palm connecting her sex. The slick, wet sound it made embarrassed her and her cheeks burned.

His palm connected to her right tit, and she moaned. It stung; a pleasurable pain though. The next was her left tit. She twisted to the right and tried finding some at least sort of release.

He repeated the cycle thrice. Each time he smacked, her body writhed more and she pushed her pelvis up and down searching for a release.

“Eager, are we?” he teased and ran a finger from her neck to her sex.

“Let’s not make you wait any longer then” he said and removed her blindfold.


She opened her eyes and found him standing on her right. He was dressed, but found he’d soon be naked. Her eyes followed his beautiful hands as he undid a button, deliberately slow, and she savoured the skin that shined through. The next buttons came flying and soon his shirt was falling on the floor and her sight was greeted with the magnificence of his male body.

Every time she saw his body, she loved it even more.

His strong arms and defined arms, the veins on his hands and his powerful back, all were sculpted to perfection. She had discovered shiny stretch marks scattered over his body but they only added seductiveness to his build. The stretch marks shined like beautiful scars, and she wanted nothing than to hold him, especially when combined with the red lines she drew when she writhed under
him.

His pants came next, and her eyes instantly narrowed on the promising bulge his briefs contained.

He palmed himself, and as he groaned, she moaned out herself.

He slowly walked, staring at every inch of her naked body, and stopped in front of her mouth. She instantly grabbed the end of his brief in between her teeth. She pulled them down and released his dick; all the fantasies and near-releases he gave were soon to be fulfilled.

She licked his tip and watched his eyes, his eyelids droopy and breathing heavy.

He pushed his brief down to the floor and now, he was ready to be savoured. She licked his sides and placing her lips around his shaft, she sucked softly.

She heard him groan and looked up to meet his eyes through her lashes. He pushed inside her and she adjusted her mouth to accommodate his girth. She moaned around him and smiled through her eyes. His hand reached her hair and caressed them, softly guiding her head up and down.

She tried taking more of him, but he moved away completely. Disappointed, she questioned him with her eyes, but as an answer her eyes were again covered with his tie.

In the darkness, confused and aroused, she waited for some indication of what was happening.

Soon she felt him pushing through her wetness and without much effort, he was inside her.

The moment he entered, small crackers burst in every part of her body. The anticipation, the denial, the arousal, all of them increased the feeling of fullness. He could feel every inch of him, better than she had ever before. Maybe this was raw, she thought but the very next moment, all her thoughts were flushed down the drain when he moved.

She was unimaginably wet, and he started moving sensuously and torturously slow. She had anticipated hard and fast, but the pace he built was pushing her to her limits. With her eyes closed, she was forced to imagine all the sexy movements his body was making. Her mind was busy imagining the expressions he made when he reached deep inside. She imagined his head raised up, eyes heavy and pure bliss as he pumped inside her.

She wanted to look at him.

She wanted to touch him.

She wanted to feel him.

This was the last time, she wanted all of him.

She pulled her hands vigorously. The belt rattled, but she reached out to find his skin. She wanted t touch. She needed to touch.

She pulled again but was hushed by her partner. She tried moving her head away from wanting to feel him, see him, touch him. She tried pushing the thoughts of this being their last time away, but
it simply wasn’t happening.

He was impeccably talented, but she wanted the whole experience and so she couldn’t find the joy in the ‘dangerous pattern of deep, slow and sensuous, mixed with the thrill of darkness’ he was providing her.

She felt his hands on hers, and she smiled. Some sort of touch, that’s enough. But the belt was undone and her hands were free. She was free to touch him. He pulled him up, closer to him, and her hands instinctively landed in his hair.

She felt the warmth of his large hand on the naked skin of her back, and caressed his soft waves.
Her blindfold was removed then and her eyes opened to settle on Vansh.

His eyes were open and he was staring into her grey pools. The emotions he portrayed were more exquisite than his expertise down, and only then she realized he was still. She saw his lust for her body, for every curve of hers, she saw the love, trust, and every other little emotion he blocked from her.

Their lips met and their hips started moving, they created a melody that they lost themselves in it.
His thrusts started getting harder, deeper and reached just the right spot.

She moved with him and moaned in his mouth, as their tongues danced together.

His thumb found her very sensitive bud and the moment he touched, she shuddered and arched her back. He rubbed her in circles and increased his pace, his eyes found hers - a passion of a different kind flowed through them.

"Oh so close, so so close. Let me come, please" she begged.

"Come for me darling. Lose yourself" he said and watched as the pressure built in her and she shattered and shuddered in his arms. Her lips opened, eyes closed, back arched, she looked like a beautiful art that shows everything and nothing at the same time.

He held her in his arms as she rode her high, then pulled out of her, still erect.