He straddled me and filled my hands with lube. I went to work right away, trying to remember what he liked while at the same time trying new things. My hips rose and fell as my pussy got wetter and wetter. “Sometime when we can be loud,” he said, “I want to flog your tits and fuck them.” I moaned and arched my back but what a scary thought…I don’t think I’d have much luck hiding the marks from that.
“This is great but you belong on your knees.” We left the bed and I thankfully fell to my knees, earnestly meeting eyes with him. After pouring more lube into my hands, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. Working his cock I watched his face for any signs I was pleasing him. His eyes were barely open and the veins in his head were popping. Letting go of my head, he reached for my nipples, “I don’t want you to think about the pain,” he warned, “Only of pleasing me.” I nodded and moaned. His suggestion worked almost too well, despite his pinching I couldn’t feel a thing at first. I put my head on his stomach, trying to feel his breathing, sense how well I was pleasing him.
He gave me various instructions, fondle his balls, kiss it. “You can’t wait for the pain can you?” I squeaked quietly in response as his fingers tortured my nipples once again. This time I felt it exquisitely painful. His body stiffened a couple of times but I think he was holding back, languishing in the stolen moment with his toy. But I could barely wait to be covered in his come, to know that I had pleased him completely, to experience his orgasm as mine.
When his orgasm finally ripped through him, I was blind with joy. I sat back on my haunches and looked into his eyes as I rubbed it all over my chest and tits. All I could feel was blessed that he wanted to christen me so and leave his scent lingering on me.
We retreated to the bed, laying side by side. “OUR hearts are beating fast,” he said. I said nothing but put my head on his chest, to hear and feel his heart. He gently touched my wrist to feel my pulse.
“How are you feeling?” He asked.
“Your pleasure is mine,” I replied with a smile.
“Ah, then you’re happy,” he said. He was so right, the joy washed over me even as he said it.
I couldn’t stay long. I dressed myself and asked, “May I wash my hands, sir?” He acquiesced and when I came out of the bathroom he was doing headstands in the living room. He gave me a quick peck on the lips and sent me on my way.
Driving home I could think of nothing else but his incense all around me. I never mentioned to him how a man’s smell affects me…he has to smell just right for me to want to be with him in the first place. Then once he arouses me, just the smell of him can make me wet, send me right back to the moments of pleasure we shared. I arrived home to find my panties absolutely soaking wet and sadly washed the jizz off my chest. I hoped maybe my shirt held in some of the scent so I could be reminded in the morning of how he owns me.
Cassie Fettered 