Welcome to Washington Part 3 - Sex Stories

Welcome to Washington Part 3

... mark right there. The other chair over there however, is a couple hundred years old. If you stained that one, you would be spanked." He smiled as he kissed me. As we rose from the table, I looked down to see the mark I left on the chair. I was proud that I put it there with his help. We started to walk around the house. Mr. King was telling me some more about the pieces of art he accumulated over the years. He even joked that I was one of the pieces of art he had recently acquired. I chuckled proudly. We walked arm and arm from room to room. My love made it a point to kiss me in every room. His touch, his kiss excited me greatly and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be finally here with him. Eventually, he turned me and asked, "Now, just which part of the house would you like to see next, my dove? Surely there is something more important to you than this?" he inquired lovingly. "Yes, there is, Sir. Let's grab a bottle of wine and I would love you to take me back to where we were before dinner," I said clearing my throat. Mr. King beamed as I was ordered, to stay right there as he fetched a bottle and some glasses. He was back by my side in a jiffy. He could not hold onto my leash so he told me to follow right behind him. We went back up to his room. He closed the door and popped the top on the wine. He poured each of us a glass and we sipped it as we sat looking at the glowing fire in the fireplace. "I had the fireplace installed as the focal point of the room," he told ...

... me. "It keeps the room warm, as well as giving the room a romantic feel. It makes the room cozy, too." In my sexiest of swaggers, I got up from the chair I was sitting in and walked over to to my handsome King. I started kissing him in front of the fireplace. He took our glasses and set them down on a table as we embraced. He ran his warm hands over the skin of His body. He ran his hands across my, or shall I say, His ass, legs, back, tummy and then rubbed His tits. He pinched his nipples as he twisted them. I had to close my eyes because the feeling was intoxicating. Mr. King brought me over to the bed and laid me down softly. He could tell the feelings on his skin were having the desired effect on me. He uncuffed my hands, only to cuff them to the four-poster bed. He uncuffed my feet and spread them widely, cuffing them to the base of the bed. I was totally his now, I could not move even if I wanted to move. As I laid there, in Washington, in his bed, beside him, I could only think of one thing......I belonged to my King. *** Once again, I am asking for a favor. Please score the story and leave me a little comment on what you liked, or what you did not like, about the story. I promise you, all criticism is good and greatly appreciated. I would like to also thank my editor-in-chief..the lady who asks me to write..and the lady who sees it before everyone else does, thank you, Chrissy, my dove. I love you. A special thank you to Sir Dominic, if this was not bad-ass enough for ...