It had been a couple of weeks since our last encounter. Tonight, she was coming over to my place.
I’d set out what felt like a million candles in the bedroom. I wondered if it was cheesy, predictable to want the soft, flickering candlelight. But I decided that I didn’t care. I liked it, and the candle light made me feel sexy.
I threw on my blue silk and lace robe, again it was something that made me feel sexy. The silk rubbed tauntingly across my nipples, as I finished my preparations. She finally arrived. She’d brought wine, and of course, she was still dressed.
I invited her to get undressed. She smiled and complied, stripping in my living room while I watched her every move. She teased as she undressed. Her shirt pulled quickly off to reveal her lace encased boobs. She favored brightly colored lingerie, pieces that felt at odds with her sedate work attire. Tonight she wore a sheer pink bra, sheer enough that I could see it almost matched the color of her hard nipples. Her panties the same sheer pink lace seemed tailored to frame the dark hair between her thighs. She paused in her undressing, letting me just watch her.
“I got this for you,” she said, her hand running down her body.
“It’s lovely,” I replied. I took a step toward her, and wrapped my arm around her naked waist. I pulled her against me. I could feel her warmth through my robe. I leaned forward and kissed her. Her lips were soft, pliant. She’d remembered, or perhaps was just letting me have my way. I told her that I wanted to take charge tonight, to explore my dominant side.
I kissed her harder, my free hand buried in her hair, cupping the back of her head. I slipped my tongue between her lips, and she moaned. I broke away from her, “Now, why are you still dressed?”
She laughed and stepped back from me. She slid her bra off, tossing it toward the couch. She followed with her panties, pushing them down and letting them slip down her calves, to lay crumpled on the floor. “Is this what you wanted?” she asked, placing her hands behind her back.
“Stay like that,” I said. I hadn’t managed an order yet, but at least I didn’t sound timid. She nodded, and I walked slowly around her, just looking at her. She fidgeted her nipples hard and her breath quick. I came back round, standing in front of her. I ran my fingers down her neck, across her clavicle and between her breasts. She shivered and closed her eyes. I ran my fingers over the curve of her belly.
I looked up at her. She was shifting her weight from one leg to the other, and I could see the tension in her arms. She didn’t like not being about to touch back. I ran my fingers down her arms, “I want you to stay this way. Keep your hands behind her back.” I said.
She nodded, “Ok,” her voice was soft.
I kissed her again, cupping her face in my hands, controlling how deep the kiss was and how long it lasted. When I broke away, she loosed a small sound of disappointment.
I laughed at her pouting expression. “Pouting already?” I asked.
I leaned forward and captured one of her nipples between my teeth. Not biting, just holding it. She gasped, her hands flying to my head, holding me in place. I pulled back, but swiped my tongue over her nipple. “What did I tell you about your hands?”
She sighed, “To keep them behind my back.” She moved her hands back, once again clasping them behind her back. She was still pouting. I stepped away from her and untied my robe. I left the robe on, but pulled the belt from it. I stepped behind her, tying the cord around her wrists. I knew it wouldn’t really hold against much force, but it was more for the feeling. “What’s your safe word?” I asked her, once I’d tied her hands.
“Blue” she said her breathing was much faster now, and her chest was flushed.
I leaned back down, capturing her nipple again. I licked are her nipples, moving back and forth between them. She shivered and wriggled around, trying to press her breasts into my face, wanting more than the soft licking she was getting.
I ran one hand from her ship down her thigh. I kept my touch light, teasing almost tickling. I repeated the action on the inside of her thigh, stopping just below her labia. I could feel her wet heat. She twisted her hips trying to force my hand higher.
I let my hand trail back down, and around the front of her thigh. Then I moved it back up resting it on her hip. I could feel her shaking. I relented and drew one rigid nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard, nipping gently with my teeth. She cried out, a hoarse “Oh my god, yes.” I could feel her hands straining against the bonds.
I moved to her other nipple, rewarding it with the same treatment. I saw heard the belt fall away, heard the slight swoosh of the silk unwinding and sliding off her wrists. It gave her pause, and she re-clasped her hands.
I broke away from her. “I’m impressed. You can be well behaved.”
She nodded frantically. “I can, and I can show you just how good I can be,” she purred.
“There’s something I want. Follow me.” I turned from the room, letting her follow behind me. I entered my bedroom, and stood beside the bed. “Lay down” I ordered. And this time it was an order.
She lay down, quickly.
I lit the candles, all of them. She watched me from the bed, her eyes bright, curious.
Once the room was bathed in the flickering light, I let me robe slide off my shoulders. I climbed on to bed, on my hands and knees. “I want to ride your face,” I said looking her in the eye. “I want you to eat my pussy, until I tell you to stop.” I ordered.
She licked her lips and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” She grinned at me. “Let’s get started,” she said licking her lips again.
I crawled around and swung on leg over her face. I sat up on my knees, keeping myself out of her reach. This was a position I’d never been comfortable with. I worried about too big, too heavy for this position. I’d talked to her about this before, so she knew that this was a big step for me.
I re-situated myself, lowering myself down, until my lips are just touching hers. She lets out a low moan, and her tongue darts out. She laps at the length of my labia, her tongue smooth and soft against me. The point of her tongue edges between my lips, the point of her tongue firm and exploring. She probes at the entrance to my vagina, hard enough I wonder if she can insert her tongue. I hear my own moans and rock my hips over her face. She wraps her arms around my thighs, and her tongue, the velvet point circled my clit. I cried out, jerking my hips, almost jerking away, but she tightened her hold on my legs. I wondered if I should let her hold me in place, it seemed antithetical to my domination plans… but her tongue continued its work, and I didn’t care. I finally let go of worrying. I rocked my hips, rubbing almost grinding against her tongue.
I felt my orgasm building, felt the tingling in my clit spreading up into my belly. She tightened her hold on my thighs, her mouth closing over my clit and sucking softly. I came with a rush of yes pleases and don’t stops. I remained kneeling over her, shuddering as she kept sucking and lapping.
I’d ordered her to keep going, and she wasn’t going to let me down.