Your cock is beautiful – 26

I was ready to lead her down the path of submission again, pushing and leading her at every point, like I usually had to. But not this time.

“Yes, I’ve been a good girl for you Sir.” she said quickly, her desperation to be believed clear in her tone, “I missed you so much. I’ve been a good little slut for you. I didn’t touch my pussy no matter how much I wanted to.”

She surprised me by talking like this. These were the kinds of things she usually didn’t say until she’d already been thoroughly dominated.

“You can’t lie to me.” I said quietly.

“I wouldn’t.” she said, her voice firm, “I’m not.”

I looked into her bright green eyes for another few seconds. Would I even know if she was lying to me?

“Strip.” I said calmly, letting her go.

She took a step back and reached down to the hem of her barely solid dress. She slowly lifted it up, exposing her body to me while shaking her hips back and forth to some unheard beat. When it cleared her head, she tossed it carelessly on the floor.

Then came her bra. She unhooked it and quickly brought her hands around to hold the cups against her chest. In a smooth, seemingly practiced motion, she lifted her arms to drop the bra to the floor, but quickly pressed them back against her chest, not revealing herself. She was holding her boobs with both arms, denying me the view.

I wasn’t used to her teasing me like this, but I wasn’t in any hurry to change things. As much as I wanted to see that beautiful chest in its entirety, I was content to wait. And they looked pretty good being held like that. She shook her hips seductively, again back and forth with that easy rhythm. She took a step towards me, then crouched low and slid her panties off with one hand, keeping the other arm over her nipples.

She stood up, revealing her well trimmed triangle of pubic hair, then kicked her panties away, taking another step towards me. She was inches away from me, and she suddenly closed the distance. She let her arms drop right before she pressed her body against mine, her soft, heavy breasts pushing into my chest, and her arms crossing behind my back.

I wished for a brief second that I wasn’t still clothed so I could feel her skin against mine, but there was still something satisfying about making her expose herself to me without having to do the same.

“I missed you.” she said, her lips only inches from mine.

“Be quiet.” I said gently.

I wanted silence right now. Just the sounds of our breathing, and the feeling of her warmth against me. A little bit of intimacy before things got… dark.

She smiled and leaned in for a kiss, but waited for me. I smiled. That was enough intimacy for now.

Grabbing her ass hard with both hands, I lifted her off the ground and forced our lips together. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard and deep. She wrapped her legs around my waist tightly as I continued to drive my tongue against hers, not caring about being skilled or sensual, just violating her mouth with my tongue. She whimpered into me, and only then did I pull away. I slowly slid her downwards, and she dropped her legs just in time.

She was shaky on her feet, and looked dazed at the sudden ferocity of my kiss.

I gently pushed her back a step, admiring her nude form. Her tits really were incredible, standing high and proud on her chest despite their size. My cock was rock hard. I wanted her so badly.

Without meaning to, I let out a low growl of desire in the back of my throat. She smiled at me, and I felt myself blush slightly.

“On the bed.” I ordered.

She turned quickly and slid into my bed, under the blanket, before kicking it off and revealing herself again. I smiled, remembering how she’d done it before. I’d heard so much about women too afraid and insecure to have sex with the lights on, never mind above the covers. But Mia would never pass up a chance to show off her body to me.

Even now she posed, laid back on her arms and body positioned like a centerfold, long legs pointed out straight with one curled just a little bit. The look of lust and anticipation in her eyes, the absolute perfection of her large firm breasts and taught stomach… She looked like a goddess of desire, and she was waiting just for me.

I shook my head at these pseudo-poetic notions and tried to find my center. My cock was throbbing in my jeans but I knew I had to have complete control over myself. As much as I wanted to just jump on her and ravage her, I had to take things slowly. I had a plan for how things were going to go, and I had to follow that plan, just like always. This wasn’t just sex, after all. It was Domination.

I sat down on the bed beside her and reached down to the floor. Under my bed were two brown bags, one for a reward, and one for a punishment. My hand lingered on the punishment bag for a second. I was disappointed that I wouldn’t get to explore my blossoming sadism tonight, but if she’d really earned this reward…

“You know, it’s interesting that you bought that sexy outfit for me, because I bought something for you to wear too.” I said, lifting out the reward bag.

She smiled eagerly but stayed silent, as she was told to.

“Well, a few things.” I said, my voice light. “The first is this.”

I pulled out a thick, black leather strap. It was much thicker, much more intimidating than the belt I’d used to punish her the last time we were together, and her eyes widened in shock and fear.

I laughed at her terrified expression.

“No, sweetheart, no.” I said, unrolling the strap in my hands, “It’s not for that.”

She looked up at me, eyes wide and filled with vulnerability.

I laughed again and shook my head at her, as if she was being silly.

“Come here, look.” I said.

I sat up and reached towards her. I took her by the hands and guided them up above her head. She looked back to see what I was doing as I slid her wrists through the metal bars of my headboard, in a place I had discovered was perfect for them. Close to the top in the center, where a solid bar ran horizontally along, bisecting the vertical ones. Just at this spot it created a series of little squares, and it was through two of these that I slid Mia’s small, trembling hands.

“Keep your arms here.” I told her.

I grabbed the strap and slowly tightened it around her wrists, pulling it tight and fastening it. This was a bondage strap, and I’d actually bought several of these of various sizes and uses. They weren’t exactly cheap, but even in my booze-addled state I’d apparently had the good sense to order a smaller set.

I knew her wrists would be well secured here because I’d tested the spot myself. The strap had been difficult to operate with my teeth, but I hadn’t been stupid enough to try to fasten it, which probably would have trapped me completely.