A Little Light Bondage - Sex Stories

A Little Light Bondage

... hear?" He questioned. "No Sir, I honestly feel that way. As I said, you can feel the evidence for yourself." She blushed again, but did not try to hide her face this time. She knew that this would be the first time he had touched her naked flesh, other than to hold her hand. But that felt good. She suddenly wanted, with every part of her being, him to touch her pussy and feel how wet for him she was. He held her face in place with one hand and traced a line down her back with the other, slowly travelling down her body, drinking in every curve and dimple. He was watching her reaction to his touch. He liked the look of desire on her face, the look of need in her eyes and the way she caught her breath when he caught areas that were sensitive. Finally he found the crease of her bottom, he dipped his fingers in to the crease and applied gentle pressure to her arsehole, and gloried in the catch of her breath and the slightly crazed look on her face as she tried to buck against his fingers. "Not yet slut." He whispered to her, and carried on his journey. When he found her pussy lips her whole body tensed up, but as he was watching her face, he knew it was from anticipation, not revulsion. He traced the outside of her lips, teasing her for a few minutes, and saw the crazed look on her face grow as she tried to buck and cause more friction. He chuckled and teased her a little longer, watching her desire grow. Finally, he dipped his fingers between her puffy pussy lips and felt the ...

... confirmation of what she had told him. She wasn't just wet, she was soaking, dripping with desire for him. He found her clitoris, and gently and slowly rubbed little circles around it, carefully watching her. He watched the fire grow from a smoulder to a blaze on her face and suddenly withdrew his hands. She groaned audibly and he spanked her hard, once on her bottom. "Do I need to remind you why you are here?" He growled, trying to mask his amusement and desire. "No Sir," She gasped, "for your pleasure." "Exactly slut. " He said. "You cum if and when it pleases me and not until. Understood?" "Yes Sir." She almost groaned. She needed release so badly, but knew that asking for it would not make him give it to her, it might even make him punish her. So she said no more. He had planned to do so much more with her, but he could now smell her desire, and it made him hard and hungry for her. He had waited to take her for so long. Then he thought about how to do it. He wanted her to remember the first time she gave herself to him. He put the tip of his index finger at the entrance to her pussy. "Do you want me?" He growled. "Oh yes Sir!" She responded, gasping and trying to buck him into her. "You will beg for me like the slut that you are. It will give me great pleasure to hear and see you begging with your words and actions. Everything you want you will have to beg for, and you will not cum until I think that you have begged sufficiently. Do you understand slut?" "Oh yes Sir" She ...