My knees and back hurt from kneeling on the hardwood
floor, my back arched so that my view is of the ceiling. The rope cuts into the
flesh of my wrists and upper arms. Time is but a concept because I have no idea
how long I’ve been here. But I will wait. Patiently. This is the way Master
wants me – in my underwear, bound, and partially suspended from the ceiling. He will be pleased. That is what I yearn for.
It is my sole purpose in life. I live to please him. My pain is
inconsequential. I will not move until he tells me to. Footfalls on the floor
alert me to his approach. I know he’s barefooted and wearing those unbuttoned, ripped
jeans that I love to see him in. I picture him walking towards me with that
sexy, confident gait that gets my heart pounding. In my mind, I see his
chiseled chest and abs…and those strong arms that always make me feel safe. He
probably has a satisfied smirk on his lips and a twinkle in his sapphire blue
eyes because I’m right where he left me. Not that I could move if I wanted to
but I have not complained. I haven't even made a sound. I can see him running his fingers through his dark
hair and biting into his full bottom lip as he gets closer. My pussy twitches.
He appears above me and my breathing accelerates to
the point where I forget about breathing through my nose. My body tingles all
over and excitement fills my veins. That look. That’s all it takes. That look
that tells me I’ve been a good girl and I’m about to be rewarded.
“Very good, my pet”
That voice. That deep, sensual voice that flows over
me like molten chocolate. It can and has made me come on several occasions. He
wraps his fingers around the rope stretching across my breasts and pulls me
towards him. His warm breath caresses my lips as he whispers
“I am pleased”
He teases me with the promise of a kiss but pulls back
right before our lips touch. He lowers me gently and steps around me to stand
over my face. Through his jeans, I can see the impression of his hard cock
lying on his thigh. He grabs it, squeezing as he stares down at me.
“See what you do to me, pet? My cock is hard and
throbbing for you. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes, Master” I answer breathlessly.
He leans forward, gently sliding his palm down my stomach
and under the waistband of my panties. I moan as he trails his fingers along my
dripping lips.
“Yes, you are. But first, my pet, I want your mouth”
He straddles my torso and places his hand at the back
of my head, raising me toward him. I lick my lips as I watch him pull his
zipper down. Before Master, I cringed at giving head and gave it rarely. With
him, I could worship his perfect cock all day. He pulls it out and squeezes the
base while trailing the head along my lips.
“Now, open pet…and suck until I tell you to stop”
~~~~Alana~~~~
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