Fit to be tied (Part four)

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Getting to His feet, He regarded her with attempted objectivity from above. Plenty of time to enjoy every inch, he thought. No need to hurry. Savoring each moment leading up to the time when they would finally connect was almost as good as actually doing the things running through His mind. In some ways, it was better, because reality rarely measured up to imagination, sadly.

Still, he would make the best of things, no matter.

Dropping to his knees in front of her, he gently cupped her face in his hands. Drawing her toward him, he kissed her, taking her upper lip into his mouth. Her tongue’s tentative touch against his lower lip sent shivers down his spine, and his cock arched even higher. The desire to fuck her senseless right then and there was almost overwhelming, but he maintained control. He had to, if he wanted to put the moment in suspended animation.

And he did. Clamping down on her lip with his teeth, his fingers crept behind her ears toward the nape of her neck. Gripping her hair firmly, she almost lost her balance as his teeth sunk deeper into her. In an effort to steady herself, her right hand came to rest on his left knee, and she gripped it firmly momentarily.

‘Such a disobedient girl,’ he whispered, a strand of their mutual saliva hanging momentarily between them.

‘Master?’ she croaked, unsure of his meaning. Oh, how good his skin felt! And how she wanted his mouth back on her!

‘You may touch when permission is granted; not before.’

‘Sorry, Master.’

‘No need to apologize, prettycunt.’

‘What should I say, Sir?’

‘Thank you.’

‘That’s all?’

‘Yes.’

‘Thank you, Master.’

‘Thank YOU, preciouscunt.’

Nuzzling her with his cheek, he began nibbling and chewing on the side of her face. Drawing her ear into his mouth, he gripped it firmly between his teeth. Applying increased pressure, he waited for a reaction. At the point where he felt he would bite her ear off, he stopped.

‘You are a brave cunt, my dear.’

She exhaled. ‘Anything for my Master.’

‘Anything. We’ll see.’

Rolling onto his back, he slipped between her arms, coming to rest just below her breasts. They hung like huge grapefruit above him, and he lay there, regarding her nipples for a moment. He didn’t know why the bumps on her areolas turned him on so, but they did.