I’ve never been one to share, one to be nice or one to even give a fuck. Make no mistake, I am still all those things and more. But there is just something about him that makes me extra greedy and selfish. I don’t even want another woman breathing the same air as him not to even consider the thought of someone touching him.
I’m a selfish greedy bitch and I’m not going to change either. He’s mine and no one else’s. His body is mine, his soul is mine, and his mind is mine. Everything that he is belongs to me and no one else.
You might call me crazy but who cares? I’ve staked my claim. If you see the man I see everyday I’m pretty sure you’d feel the same way.
Tall glass of well sculptured dark chocolate milk. Eyes that constantly look like they need to be fucked. Lips that need to be kissed and bitten till I taste copper. A neck I mark every damn day, as I make him wear collarless shirts to let the world know he’s a very claimed man.
The rest of him is a body I love to worship and punish. But also that loves to adore me. I might be a selfish little fucker but he knows how to make me all mushy inside. He makes me want to submit. To get on my knees for him and let him take control of me.
We don’t live together unfortunately, not because we don’t want to, but because I have a feeling that too much of everything is not good, at least not yet until I get my urges in check. Highly unlikely that that’s gonna happen but I’ll allow myself that little delusionality for a little while longer.
I just heard the front door open, that means he’s here. He knows the rules, after work he comes straight here, then takes off his suit jacket, shirt and tie off. Leaving him upper body bear for me. Obviously shoes and socks are left at the door. Along with any other thing he comes with which will be left on the couch before he comes to find me wherever I might be in the house.
I have different rules for different days of the week and some other times I might shoot him a quick text of my demands if I need something different. He’s always willing to comply, my good little boy.
Today I’m in my office, dressed in red lingerie so scandalous that could make a stripper blush. It’s covered with a very tiny silk robe while I work. Immediately he gets to the opened door and sees me inside he gets on his knees and crawls to my side behind my desk.
He kneels quietly by my side, with his hands on his thighs and head bowed. I should collar him tonight. I want those scars around his neck tomorrow when he wears his dress shirt. Like the obedient little boy he is, he stays in that position till I give him attention.
After some minutes I grace him with my delicious attention. I tilt my head to the side and take in his appearance. He’s everything I want and more. I lean into him, tapping his head then lifting his face with his chin.
‘Hey handsome, how was work?’ He immediately smiles, than panty dropping smile
‘It was good, but I missed you so much couldn’t wait to get home to you’
‘I missed you too, my sweet boy’, I caress his handsome face, ‘hope you ate like I asked you to, it’s going to be a long night’
‘I did. I would have preferred to eat with you though’
‘With me, on me or me?’
‘All of the above, mistress’
I smile at that, ‘You’re so naughty, but I’ll indulge you, not in that order though’
‘I would appreciate that very much, mistress’
‘That’s my sweet obedient boy. Would you like to get started?’
‘I’m at your service, mistress’
‘Untie me’
He does so and takes his hands back to position 1. ‘Speak’
‘You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, it’s like you become even more beautiful with every day that comes, mistress’
‘Such a flatterer. You know, I tried on a new perfume today curious to see your opinion on it but I think with way only your presence has excited me, the only thing you can smell is my need for you’ I kiss his lips, staining him with my pink lipstick. I release his lips with a little deep bite and say ‘Now taste the problem you created’, as I lean back into my chair.
He crawls closer and spreads my robe further apart. Runs his hands over my thighs, teasing me. His hands travel from my thighs to my hips, he squeezes hard, then traces the lines of the string I call underwear till he gets to my centre.
He continues to tease my folds through my panties, while looking deep into my eyes. If I was dripping before, I’m definitely soaked now. Panties completely drenched.
It’s not like I dictate his outfit choices. He just knows the rules. If I leave a mark then I want that mark visible. At least in the places that can be.
Then he looks at me for permission and I nod. He rips my panties apart. His nose dips to my core inhaling my scent and he begins to devour me with his devilish tongue. My hands immediately dig deep into his scalp controlling his pattern to the motion I desire.
If I pull his hair he knows to go faster, so I pull it. He eats me till I’m losing all thought processes and I pull harder as I get closer to my climax. Then he adds his fingers and I’m pushed over the edge and explode in his mouth. He doesn’t stop till I pull his hair again but he makes sure to clean every last drop of this squirting pussy.
He kneels before me waiting for my next instruction and I contemplate between pants.
I think he’s earned a good fucking.
‘Since you’ve been such a good boy you get to fuck my cunt tonight’
‘Thank you, mistress’, he says smiling.
‘But you don’t get to cum till I say so’
‘Yes mistress’
I get up from my seat and lean on the table. I tap the table once and he gets behind me.
He takes the rest of his clothes off, getting his thick yummy cock out and rubbing it against my dripping cunt. Getting it well lubricated then sliding it in slowly.
‘Fuck me!’ I pant. He’s so thick, I always need a minute to adjust to his size. He stays in me, waiting for confirmation and I lean my ass into him as said confirmation. That’s all he needs before he grips my hips and pounds me as deep and hard as I like it.
Flesh slapping against flesh. Moans echoing between us. Pleasure drowning us both.
‘Mistress?’
‘Yes my sweet boy’
‘Can I pull your hair?’
‘Of course love’
He pulls and goes even deeper. Putting his whole length in me and I’m losing sanity. I bang the table twice and his other hand goes for my nipple and he squeezes hard. My pussy clenches at the sweet pain and he fucks me harder. I’m so close I can taste it. Minutes pass and my orgasm builds and builds until it rips through me like a hurricane.
‘Goddamn!!’ I scream.
He gives me a few more deep thrusts before stopping. He doesn’t pull out though, he knows the rules. He’s very ready to cum but he won’t. I love it when he’s obedient. He’s earned himself a reward.
I turn around and look at him, then at his dick inside me. He takes it out very slowly and the absence of that thickness feels so empty, but not for long.
I walk out of my office and he follows. We enter my bedroom and I stand at the side of the bed. He immediately lays on it waiting. I star hungrily at him and climb on top of him, filling myself back up with his sweet dick.
Then I ride my stallion. He squeezes my hips hoping I’ll let him cum and I nod. He thrusts from beneath me and floods my pussy with his cum. I ride that orgasm till he’s shaking.
I lean and kiss him deeply. His hands roam my body without permission, I allow it but I’ll punish him for that later. I pull myself off his dick and lay on him as we cuddle up on each other.
Minutes fly by and we enjoy the feel of each other. Then I look up at him.
‘Are you ready to play sweet boy?’
He smiles, ‘Yes mistress’
And play we did, all night long