Seducing a subby (part two)

Seducing a subby (part two)

‘Unzip your jeans.’

She started at hearing his voice, having been lost in silence and her own reveries up until that time.

‘Whaa - ?’ she stammered.

‘You heard me. Don’t make me ask twice.’

His hand had started to move now, gently but insistently stroking back and forth, up and down her in-seam. She hesitated, pausing to see if she could get her heart-rate under control. What was it about him that caused such sensations, she wondered? Was it the love she had always felt for him, or was it his physical nearness at this very moment?

Or could it be the fact that his hand was probing a part of her that she had allowed no one, except her husband, to caress?

And what the FUCK was she doing letting him do this to her now?

So many questions, and none of them, even if there were answers, made sense, particularly the way she was feeling at the moment. Thinking about her mommy, and wishing she had her old security blanket with her - wishing she had something to steady herself with at the very least - she did as she was told. And to spite the stars that were dancing around in front of her eyes, she managed to maintain her composure while the air in the room began to cool her dampened panties that were now partially exposed behind her opened zipper.

‘Stroke yourself,’ he commanded.

Oh, how she wished he hadn’t asked that! Now she was really going to need something to hold onto. Not daring to ask, though, she steeled herself, taking a deep breath. Gingerly her right hand touched the cotton fabric barely concealing her dark mound. A mixture of embarrassment and feelings of silliness were only barely overtaken by other emotions, ones that were more primordial and - decidedly guttural. Visions of being stripped down, tied to the bed and savagely raped flashed through her mind – and the thought was intoxicating! Pressing the fabric covering her slit inward with her middle finger, it felt like a geyser was close to being released. She knew better than to give in to her desire to let go, however. He had made it expressly clear that orgasm was to come on his command, and not before. The bastard.

‘Enough playing,’ he said insistently. ‘Slip inside.’

She could feel him going on his knees behind her as her hand slipped under the elastic band of her panties. Was he? Yes, the side of his face was pressing against the parting of her cheeks as he held her by her hips. She was unable to resist the temptation to put her left hand on her left breast as his breath warmed her ass, to spite not having his permission to touch herself there. What was the worst that would happen?

She could be a bit of a rebel, at times. She looked forward to the contrition that would come through the discipline he would exact if he found out.

She felt her jeans ease off her hips. He had grabbed the sides of her pants and had pulled them down to just where the top of where her cheeks parted. More than one finger was now slicked by her attending to business up front, and her quim throbbed as she finger-fucked herself where she hoped she would soon feel him. She rubbed some of her excess pussy fluid on her bush, matting it even more than it was already.

‘ – aah – ‘ she moaned as her pants were now brought halfway down her ass while she stroked her cunt faster and faster. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take! She wanted to spill, to scream, to be rammed up from behind, and -

‘Stop,’ he said quietly.

No! She screamed loudly inside her head. Not now! Please!

But she stopped. Because she wanted his pleasure as much as her own.

It seemed like another eternity passed while nothing happened. Was he just admiring the view? Was he sadistically enjoying knowing her cunt lips were begging from below, moaning ‘fuck me pump me hump me release me’?

And then, he began playing again, following a course of action that, although she had no control of, she was by now entirely hypnotized by. She would do anything for him. Anything to release her fuck, that is. After that, who knows. Maybe she’d leave him before HE had his! That’d show him. Teasing her like this.

Back to reality, and his toying with her. As if she’d forgotten, for at this point he’d roughly peeled her panties down to join the jeans which now crested the bottom of her cheeks.

What next? Would he just get ON with it?

‘Put on the blindfold, and bend over the bed.’

About time!