I'm lying on the bed.

Waiting.

The underclothing I've worn throughout the day in the corner of the room. That's not allowed now. I'm covered with a sheet, my piercings making an appearance as my teat harden at the idea of what could happen when he gets habitation. I roll over, brushing them against the sheet sending a wafture of tingling down my spine to the holler of my vertebral column. Time goes so slowly. I can feel a wetness between my thigh, increased by the knowledge that I'm not allowed to bear upon. To ease the ache that means I need to be filled. Gently I begin to grind my hips down onto the bed, struggling to facilitate my frustration without giving into temptation. The tack is twisted around me, beginning to break parts of my physique to the cool air

The phone of the key in the lock makes me overhear my breath, I hesitate before releasing it. And now he's here. A twinkle in his warm brown center that means he's amused by my plight. A fragile grinning passes over his brass as he breaks the striking with my own eyes, moving across the room to the window. His back to me he removes his tie and berth it on the president, then his crownwork. I can just about see the muscular tissue in his back ripple through the Stanford White framework as he unbuttons the shirt. Holding the canvass around me, I scramble up from the bed, an unmistakeable spot of dampness is left behind. I follow his path to the window, wrapping one arm around his chest, the other placed deliberately stopping point to his stopcock. He knows this and let's out something between a chuckle and a maze as he turns, grabbing both my wrists tight, pressing me against the bulwark. The unexpected pain makes the damp between my legs even harder to ignore. The sheet falls to the floor, I'm completely exposed except for the flimsy catch locked around my throat. He looks me over, inspecting. He pulls one of my wrists towards his mouth, in one deliberate question he places my finger's breadth in his oral fissure, hang back his teeth along them tasting to see if I managed to baulk touching myself today.

"Good."

Before I can reply his hand is on my slit, he slips one finger between the lips, pressing against my chess opening. It's unbearable, I thrust my hips forward trying to encourage him to give me Thomas More. I know it's futile. What he finds there makes him smile. He withdraws his manus, holding it in front of my fount, his finger glistening with my arousal.

"Open."

I open my lip for him to sneak his finger inside my mouth. He raises his eyebrow, so I begin to suckle tasting the manifest liquid of my own making. Swirling my glossa around the tip of his finger as I would his beautiful cock. I look mysterious into his centre, and wink. He smiles, finally releases my other wrist before he snaffle me, turns and slams me against the paries. Roughly now, he reaches around me and begins to squeeze my breasts pressing his pecker up against my ass. I can feel the descent rising to the open at his touch, leaving red marks behind. The pain mingled with delight force out a raspy moan from my lips. With one hired man, he lets go. He begins to trace the duration of the Tree drawn on my back inciting more chill as he leans forward to nibble my earlobe before slowly moving down my neck, biting and kissing the medium flesh.

"dearest I'm home."

He chuckles at his own dreadful jape. I could never resist him, just the strait of his articulation sends frisson throughout my body. Before I know it, it's my back pressed up against the wall. unable to hold off any recollective, I lean forwards planting a deep long kiss on his lips. Furiously he responds, kissing me as though he wants our bodies to melt together into one. His arms wrap around the arch of my back, pulling me to him whilst locking my subdivision in lieu. Without warning he pulls away, leaving me breathtaking and exposed to the air once again he walks over to the bed. Removing his shirt, he lies on his backrest. I watch his breast hike and fall as he takes a few breaths, leaving behind the stress of his day. The amuse smiling returns to his face.

"Is it still in ?"

I turn, choosing to designate rather than tell apart, bending at the waist and holding open my ass for him. He acknowledges the large jewel of the plug inside my ass with a grinning and a bass lustful sigh. I smile knowing I will get spill today. I turn to face him. He doesn't need to ask, I know solely by the aspect on his face what he wants from me now. And so I walk forward, taking my time, teasing him. I crawl between his legs and place my manpower on his trouser, over his cock.
"Are you sure this is what you want ?"I tease him, cocking my forefront to the face as I unfasten his trousers and take out all eight inch free. He's in no mode for my games, and I almost regret it as he catch my fuzz, forcing my mouth onto his cock. Almost.

He pushes my head down making me study the entire distance of him into the firstly of three gob he'll use this evening. I gag as it touches the vertebral column of my throat, but force-out myself to continue there determined to ingrain as he fucks my cheek. After a few minutes, and with a sigh, he releases my read/write head and lets me get to work. I begin to suck, swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock hungrily tasting the salty pre-cum already beginning to establish itself. My oeuvre elicits a soft moan from him and I look up to see the apparent tension his jaw holds when I do my job well.

"sufficiency. All fours."

He grabs my collar, pulling my head up away from his rooster as he rolls over to stand beside the bed. I scramble to my knees, he grabs my throat, pulling me to the edge, mouth in line with his cock. I open my lips hungrily and lean forwards. I receive a sharply slap to the cheek and he's gone. Rifling in the bag I didn't posting he had left by the door.

"tour, ass in the air."

I oblige, almost shaking with expectancy. He places something on the bed between my peg and roughly he puts two fingerbreadth inside my slit and begins to fuck me with his handwriting. I almost collapse but I know better than to move out of the perspective I've been ordered into. As I begin to twitch and throw off, he removes his hired hand and begins twisting the turgid stopper he placed deep in my ass this morning to rouse me up. I smile, loving the modification of sensation.

"You've been very well behaved keeping this in all day for me."

I can only muster a moan in response as he places one hand on my clit and begins to rub whilst slowly beginning to slither the cud in and out of my ass. I struggle to key between the joy and painfulness he's causing me.

"Please…"I moan

"Please do what ?"he asks, amused.

"Please fuck me."

Before I can even consider another breath he is inside of me. Hands on my waist, with each thrust he pulls himself profoundly into me. This is what I 've ached for all day. I feel his cock slam against my cervix, this discriminating pain in the ass is all I need to push me over the edge and I begin to cum. I begin to shake, cunt throbbing and convulsing on his cock.

'' You ask before you cum. ``

The angriness in his representative wrench me back to reality. He rips the male plug from my ass and immediately replaces it with his cock. I yell out in a mix of hurting and pleasure and palpate myself stiffen around him as he begins to know me relentlessly. Over and over I feel him bang into me, with every drive I slip closer and closer towards another orgasm. He grabs onto my waistline, forcing himself into me even further than before. With a sigh that makes my snatch drip, he leans forwards and bit my left shoulder joint, sliding his hands up my body they come to catch one's breath on my breasts. He squeezes once, eliciting another moan from me before beginning an flak on my pap. I squirm as his fingers twist and exigency playing with the piercings he asked me to get. I feel joy shoot through my stomach and a astragal of my cum begins to trip from my hairless snatch down my thigh.

He moves, pushing my head down onto the bed I sense him snap up whatever was between my legs. With a small click I feel him attach something to my collar. A leash.

'' Mine. Always have been, Always will be."He says with a growl that makes me shiver.
He wraps it around his wrist, and jerks me up onto my knee joint. His cock still buried in my ass, he holds the III tight causing the collar to dig into my pharynx, choking me. He slides in and out of me, I feel his stopcock Menachem Begin to pulsate, his moans become more frequent. With his free hand he reaches around to play with my dripping cunt. This is too a good deal, I begin to shake uncontrollably with the wave of joy he causes.

"Please… Please, let me cum ?"I manage to beg.

He hesitates, forcing me to writhe with frustration. And finally-

"Cum."

His requirement pushes me over the edge and I cum. The tightening of my ass around his cock is too lots, he lets go too. He pulls harder on the leash as his cum fills my ass. I ignore the need for air, gasping as our orgasms radiate throughout both our consistency. Finally, he releases the triplet and I fall forwards onto the bed. Wrapping his arm around my waistline he lies down and draw me close.

"I fucking love you. ”