Image Prompt 64
The firm orbs of Her luscious bottom were resting comfortably between his shoulders as She described what was going to happen this evening. He had done a superb job today and had earned a reward She had said and the hours of painstakingly preparing the meal for Her and Her friends from the Dungeon evaporated like some distant memory, replaced by a warning sense of fulfillment. Pleasing Her was all that he wanted, always coursing through him.
“Dessert was incredible my boy and I know Pavlova is not easy to make. It was good enough that you didn’t get any. Would you like something sweet for dessert?”
He shivered at the thought running through his mind unconsciously. Her beautiful face smiled at this, knowing that he did more than anything.
She felt his voice resonate from his chest “oh yes Mistress, please”
“I want to hear you beg my boy” She said seductively, voice layered with lust and control. Feeling him like this, on hands and knees for Her nearly quivering with desire beneath Her rapidly warming body. He wouldn’t move, She already knew, regardless of how much he wanted to, simply because this pleased Her. Begging was always a challenge for him though, his instinctive nature clashing with his need for Her, but this made it sweeter for Her when he broke and begged. “While you decide I will get comfortable” She barely whispered, sliding the dampening panties down taut legs. Her smooth glistening sex was soon pressing against his back and the sound he made was pure music to Her ears, an almost animalistic growl oozing with want but steeled with his need to do as She asked. He was breaking and She moistened even more.
“please Mistress” came out in a groan as Her sweet scent fueled his lust like nitrous.
“Beg Me my boy” She repeated, feeling Her nipples hardening at this control that was Hers, unquestionably. Her soft manicured hand slipped between Her perfectly shaped thighs, Her gentle intake of breath followed by a unmistakable moan hit him like a freight train, overwhelmingly crashing against his stubborn will like it was wet paper.
“oh please Mistress, please may I taste You.” These words broke free from his lips like a rock being slung from a slingshot, crisp and clear yet undeniably and sincerely the only thing he desired, to bring Her pleasure.
Her arousal was slowly dripping down his arm as She ignored this first heartfelt plea, bringing Herself closer to the peak with skillful strokes knowingly clearly what this was doing to him as he trembled beneath Her. The next wave of his self will crumbling under Her was going to be the sweetest, that was a given. Thoughts of his masterful mouth and teasing tongue filled Her briefly, gifts that She had enjoyed teaching him immensely, and as Her first orgasm overcame Her he broke completely, gushing out his pleas and almost providing enough stimulation from his openly shaking body to spur the next orgasm as well. She smiled with half closed eyes flooded with desire, stood gracefully taking his leash purposefully and led him to the chair She soon sat in. “You may my boy” was all that needed to be said.