Fantasy Friday | 01
She was told not to speak, not to “utter a fucking word” until he told her to. From her position at the middle of the bed, she can feel him, hear him and smell him but he remains out of sight. Her hands were bound at the small of her back by the invisible force that was his word and her body, bent at the waist, face resting against the pillow he propped beneath it, is his to worship.
She felt his plump lips first; they burned wet trails over the backs of her thighs and his hands gripped her prominent hips to keep her in place. Up her spine, he kissed, nipped and teased her flesh till he was at her neck. He was sucking and biting at her, leaving marks to claim what was his, whispering endearments in her ear and all the while she remained silent – a sponge to all he had to give and more.
When his hands moved to swell of her hind, his touch barely there, she mewled for what was to come. The first smack had her gasping for air, teeth digging into her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. She could feel everything, his merciless teasing had her body sensitive, her sopping center throbbing and she let out a sob of pleasure. She laced her fingers together to keep them where he wanted and while her nails dug into the back of her hands, the second smack came and she couldn’t help but shy away from the pain/pleasure that came with it. “Let me,” he said and his voice held no room for argument. By the eighth smack, she was a messy of shaky limbs and low whimpers, her hips squirming and body flush.
“Please, please, please, please” she all but begged under her breath, hoping he wouldn’t hear her through the sounds of her moans and heavy panting. A hand rests on one of her pink cheeks as he bends over her body, his head nudging her slightly before she feels thick fingers thrusting in, pumping at a vicious pace.
"Speak," he told her and she did, all that and a little bit more.
