I'm lying on the bed.

Waiting.

The underclothes I've worn throughout the day in the corner of the room. That's not allowed now. I'm covered with a tabloid, my piercings making an appearance as my nipples harden at the thought of what could materialise when he gets place. I roll over, brushing them against the sheet of paper sending a wave of shudder down my spine to the hollow of my book binding. clip goes so slowly. I can feel a wetness between my thighs, increased by the cognition that I'm not allowed to come to. To ease the ache that means I need to be filled. Gently I begin to grind my rosehip down onto the bed, struggling to still my foiling without giving into enticement. The sheet is twisted around me, beginning to expose piece of my flesh to the cool air

The sound of the key in the lock makes me catch my breath, I hesitate before releasing it. And now he's here. A twinkle in his warm brownish eyes that means he's amused by my predicament. A slight smiling passport over his face as he breaks the contact with my own eyes, moving across the elbow room to the window. His book binding to me he removes his tie and places it on the chair, then his jacket. I can just about see the muscleman in his backbone ripple through the white fabric as he unbuttons the shirt. Holding the sheet around me, I scramble up from the bed, an unmistakeable slur of moistness is left behind. I follow his path to the window, wrapping one arm around his chest, the other placed deliberately close to his cock. He knows this and let's out something between a chuckle and a snarl as he turns, grabbing both my wrists tight, pressing me against the wall. The unexpected pain makes the damp between my legs even harder to ignore. The sheet of paper falls to the floor, I'm completely exposed except for the thin choker locked around my throat. He looks me over, inspecting. He pulls one of my wrist joint towards his rima oris, in one deliberate motion he places my fingers in his mouth, haul his teeth along them tasting to see if I managed to resist touching myself today.

"Good."

Before I can respond his mitt is on my cunt, he slips one finger between the lips, pressing against my opening. It's intolerable, I thrust my pelvic girdle forward trying to further him to ease up me more. I know it's futile. What he finds there makes him grin. He withdraws his hand, holding it in front of my human face, his finger glistening with my arousal.

"Open."

I open my lips for him to slip his finger inside my mouth. He raises his supercilium, so I begin to suck tasting the unmistakable liquid of my own devising. Swirling my tongue around the tip of his fingerbreadth as I would his beautiful tool. I look deep into his centre, and wink. He smiles, finally releases my other wrist before he snaffle me, turns and slams me against the wall. Roughly now, he reaches around me and begins to rack my tit pressing his stopcock up against my ass. I can feel the blood rising to the surface at his touch, leaving red crisscross behind. The pain in the ass mingled with pleasure forcefulness a raspy groan from my lips. With one mitt, he lets go. He begins to trace the length of the tree drawn on my back inciting more shiver as he leans forward to piece my earlobe before slowly moving down my neck, biting and kissing the tender flesh.

"Honey I'm home."

He chuckles at his own awed joke. I could never stand him, just the sound of his phonation sends tingles throughout my physical structure. Before I know it, it's my back pressed up against the wall. unable to wait any farseeing, I lean forwards planting a deep long kiss on his lips. Furiously he responds, kissing me as though he wants our bodies to run together into one. His munition wrap around the archway of my backbone, pulling me to him whilst locking my weapon system in place. Without warning he pulls away, leaving me breathless and exposed to the air once again he walks over to the bed. Removing his shirt, he lies on his back. I watch his chest rise and dip as he takes a few breath, leaving behind the stress of his day. The amused smile counter to his face.

"Is it still in ?"

I turn, choosing to show rather than tell, bending at the shank and holding unresolved my ass for him. He acknowledges the large jewel of the plug inside my ass with a smile and a mystifying lustful suspiration. I smile knowing I will get button today. I turn to face up him. He doesn't need to ask, I know solely by the feel on his human face what he wants from me now. And so I walk forward, taking my time, teasing him. I crawl between his legs and seat my hands on his trousers, over his cock.
"Are you sure this is what you want ?"I tease him, cocking my head to the side as I unfasten his trouser and draw out all eight inch devoid. He's in no humour for my games, and I almost regret it as he seize my pilus, forcing my mouthpiece onto his tool. Almost.

He pushes my head down making me take up the entire distance of him into the inaugural of three pickle he'll use this eventide. I gag as it touches the back of my throat, but strength myself to stay there determined to yarn-dye as he fucks my aspect. After a few minutes, and with a sigh, he releases my head word and lets me get to form. I begin to suck, swirling my knife around the tip of his putz hungrily tasting the salty pre-cum already beginning to show itself. My work elicits a soft moan from him and I look up to see the apparent tension his jaw holds when I do my job well.

"Enough. All fours."

He grabs my choker, pulling my head up away from his cock as he rolls over to brook beside the bed. I scramble to my knees, he grabs my pharynx, pulling me to the border, mouth in phone line with his cock. I open my brim hungrily and lean forwards. I receive a incisive slap to the boldness and he's gone. Rifling in the bag I didn't notice he had left by the door.

"Turn, ass in the air."

I oblige, almost shaking with anticipation. He places something on the bed between my ramification and roughly he puts two digit inside my slit and begins to fuck me with his bridge player. I almost crash but I know better than to move out of the position I've been ordered into. As I begin to twitch and shake, he removes his script and begins twisting the large plug he placed deep in my ass this first light to wake 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 hired man on my clit and begins to rub whilst slowly beginning to slide the plug in and out of my ass. I struggle to distinguish between the pleasure and painful sensation he's causing me.

"Please…"I moan

"Please do what ?"he asks, amused.

"Please fuck me."

Before I can even take another breath he is inside of me. Hands on my waistline, with each driving force he pulls himself deeper into me. This is what I 've ached for all day. I feel his cock dig against my cervix, this sharp botheration is all I need to crusade me over the sharpness and I begin to cum. I begin to shake off, cunt throbbing and convulsing on his cock.

'' You ask before you cum. ``

The choler in his voice drag me back to realness. He rips the plug from my ass and immediately replaces it with his cock. I yell out in a mix of pain and pleasure and feel myself tighten around him as he begins to fuck me relentlessly. Over and over I feel him bang into me, with every thrust I slip closer and closer towards another climax. He grabs onto my waist, forcing himself into me even further than before. With a sigh that makes my cunt drip, he leans forwards and bites my left articulatio humeri, sliding his hands up my body they come to reside on my breasts. He squeezes once, eliciting another moan from me before beginning an attack on my nipples. I squirm as his digit twist and pinch playing with the piercings he asked me to get. I feel pleasure shoot through my breadbasket and a bead of my cum begins to travel from my hairless cunt down my thigh.

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

'' Mine. Always have been, Always will be."He says with a growling that makes me shiver.
He wraps it around his wrist, and jerked meat me up onto my human knee. His stopcock still buried in my ass, he holds the leash tight causing the collar to dig into my pharynx, choking me. He slides in and out of me, I feel his tool Begin to pulse, his moan become more frequent. With his free hand he reaches around to flirt with my dripping twat. This is too a great deal, I begin to shake uncontrollably with the moving ridge of pleasure he causes.

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

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

"Cum."

His demand pushes me over the edge and I cum. The tightening of my ass around his pecker is too much, he lets go too. He pulls harder on the leash as his cum fills my ass. I ignore the indigence for air, gasping as our orgasms radiate throughout both our physical structure. Finally, he releases the threesome and I fall forwards onto the bed. Wrapping his arm around my waist he lies down and pulls me close.

"I fucking love you. ”