“How has your week been?” he asked as he took my coat and hung it up.
“Long and tedious,” I said, “how was yours?”
He shrugged, “so, so.”
What would we do tonight, would he touch me I still vividly remember how his hands ran over my body previously and I shuddered as he handed me a glass of wine?
We sat on the sofa in the lounge, he looked at me as he ran a finger around the rim of his wineglass, it was as if he was taunting me, playing me like a violin, and doing a masterful job.
“Do you plan to touch me tonight or not?” I blurted out.
His finger stopped and his eyes narrowed.
“Ask me the question in a more respectful manner, Robyn just because I allow you to ask questions doesn’t mean you can talk to me any way you choose.”
My face heated.
He waited.
I dropped my head. “Will you touch me tonight please, Master?”
“Look at me.”
I did, his eyes narrowed, “I plan to do more than touch you,” he said slowly. “I plan to fuck you...very hard and repeatedly.”
His words sent shockwaves from my head to the spot between my legs.
There was a reason he was a Master; he could do more with a few simple words than most men could do with their entire body.
He stood up and placed his wine glass on the coffee table, “let’s get started, shall we? I want you naked and on my bed in two minutes.”
I did as he said and lay there waiting, shaking, nervous, excited and also extremely wet already.
He walked into the room with slow, purposeful steps. Silently, he went to the foot of the bed and lifted a shackle.
The completely logical and rational Robyn said that I should be afraid and screaming the safe word at the top of my lungs. I should get out of here and away from the man who had so much control over my body and me.
Instead, I watched in suppressed excitement as he shackled me spread-eagle to the bed.
He spoke to me in a soft, seductive voice, “I wasn’t going to do this tonight, but I can see you still don’t understand completely, you are mine and you are to do and behave as I tell you, the next time you speak disrespectfully to me, I will spank you relentlessly, nod if you understand.”
I nodded and tried not to show how much the idea of being spanked turned me on.
From his pocket he drew out a black scarf. “I want you totally at my mercy.”
I took a deep breath, I could do this, I wanted this. I stared into his eyes and then he put the scarf in place, and it was black.
I heard the slow sound of a zipper I knew he was unzipping his trousers; would he be as naked as I was now? my heart was racing.
Two large hands started at my shoulders and ran gently down my sides, he moved past my breasts without touching them and circled my bellybutton, one finger dipped lower and skimmed my entrance. I groaned.
“How long has it been, Robyn?” he asked, “answer me.”
“The last time I’d had sex...never like this Master, you are my first!”
His finger dipped in again, I felt the bed shift as he leaned closer to me, “you’re not ready yet you need to be ready, or else I won’t be able to fuck your pretty little cunt as hard as I want.”
I felt him pull back and then his mouth was at my neck, slowly kissing his way lower until he was at my breast.
He circled his tongue around my nipple, blowing gently.
Then his mouth closed over it and he sucked, rolling his tongue around the tip. I gasped as he scraped my nipple with his teeth.
He moved to the other side, starting gently, but gradually increasing his force until it became too much.
I lifted my chest to him without shame, if he kept this up, I’d climax from his mouth alone.
He continued his assault on my nipples while dipping a hand lower.
Roughly his fingers pressed against me, working their way down my body to where my legs were spread, open and waiting for him.
His fingers rubbed harshly and I pushed against him, needing friction, needing something.
His fingers and mouth left, and I groaned as the cool air rushed in against my body. The bed shifted again, and I felt him straddle me. His hard, thick length touched the valley between my breasts.
He thrust against me, “do you think you’re ready, Robyn? I’m waiting, are you ready?”
He thrust again, “answer me!”
“Yes, Master, oh god yes...please Master.”
He lifted his hips and I felt his tip at my mouth, “kiss my cock, kiss it before it fucks you.”
I pressed my closed lips against the tip in a kissing motion and that’s all I meant to do, but I felt a drop of liquid at his tip and I couldn’t help it, I stuck my tongue out and licked it off.
Will drew in a sharp breath through his teeth and lightly slapped my right breast. “I didn’t tell you to do that.”
A part of me rejoiced that I’d made a slight crack in his carefully controlled demeanour, but then he moved down my body and lifted my hips with one hand and I didn’t care about anything except what he was about to do, every nerve ending I had tingled.
Slowly, he pressed into me and I groaned.
Yes!
He pushed more and I was stretched and filled, more than I’d been for a long time, he moved slowly, inching his way inside.
I sensed him move up, he took my hips in both hands and rocked back and forth, working his way in deeper. “Move with me.”
I lifted my hips and felt him slide in another inch, we both moaned, he pushed and thrust into me completely.
Beneath the blindfold, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
He pulled out a bit and slid back in, testing., teasing. I was finished with teasing, I needed more. I lifted my hips when he pushed in again.
“You think you’re ready?” he asked.
Before I could answer, he pulled almost all the way out, leaving me empty and devastated until he took a deep breath and slammed back into me, and pulling out immediately.
I pulled against the restraints, frustrated, when he didn’t return and then he did, again and again and again, pushing me deeper into the bed with each thrust.
I answered each one by lifting my hips to get more of him inside, wanting him even deeper, wanting it even harder.
I felt my climax building with each slam of his cock into my saturated pussy, my clit was throbbing as I felt him move above me, his hands holding my hips in an iron grasp.
“Cum when you want,” he said, thrusting hard and crushing onto my aching clit, and I exploded into a million pieces.
He thrust deeper inside and held still, my body shaking as he released into me, he continued thrusting into me slow and god so hard that I came again.
Slowly, his breathing returned to normal.
Slowly, I came back to earth.
Hungry hands moved up my body, he pushed my hair aside and whispered in my ear, “good girl.”
He moved as I felt him release my legs from their restraints though he left the blindfold on. He said to wrap my legs around him, so he could go deeper, and even though I knew he had more experience than me, I wanted to tell him that going deeper was physically impossible.
It was just as well, I didn’t challenge him because when he entered me a second time and I wrapped my legs around his waist, he did go deeper, I could almost feel his balls inside me as drove deeper into me, I never thought it possible.
I felt a strangeness welling inside me, it was like I wanted to pee, and as he ground his pelvis into my mound, a gush of liquid spurted out of me, fuck, he’d made me squirt and all over his cock, he continued to pound me and grind into me as I exploded again in a volcanic orgasm, until finally he stopped.
It had finally happened, he had touched me, he had fucked me...not once but twice, I had orgasmed more times than I had in far too long and he made me squirt, fuck he made me squirt!
My breathing was rapid and shallow, I was drained of all energy, my body limp like a rag doll as he moved off the bed.
I heard him beside me, I still couldn’t see anything, but I turned my head in his direction.
He unbound my arms and took off the scarf, you’ll sleep here tonight, Robyn, at some point during the night whilst you’re asleep I will fuck you...you will not move if you wake, you will just be fucked, do you understand?
“Yes Master, I understand,” I tried to take in what he had just said...he was going to sleep fuck me, now this journey is beginning to take twists and turns...whatever next!
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