A Taste of Cherie - Sex Stories

A Taste of Cherie

... out of my mouth and I can already feel her glowing. She trembles expectantly while I help her stand and remove her gag, and then we stand face to face. As soon as she sees my eyes travelling over her naked body, she gives her hips a seductive shake. This turns into a little dance, such as is possible while handcuffed and hooked. It goes on for a couple minutes—I'm standing there with my arms crossed over my chest, just smiling at her. She's smiling too, dancing and swaying her hips. She still has her nipple clamps on.

As soon as I make a move towards her, she tries to suppress her smile, and fails miserably. Her expression melts into pure elation as I step forward and kiss and embrace her. She returns my kiss with her impossibly soft lips, pressing her soft and warm body into my solid and muscular frame. My hands are all over her, communicating the hunger interwoven with my desire. Her pussy dribbles freely over my fingers, as she peppers my face with her hot little kisses. Ours tongues entwine and connect, and my heart races in my chest.

Finally I pull away, breathlessly.

"Is Roxanne going to cum?" she asks timidly.

"No," I state with finality.

She wilts, and instantly begins to pout. I could punish her for pouting, but then she'll just be miserable. And I don't want her to be miserable.

After an appropriate pause, I supply the second half of my answer: "But Cherie is."

"Oh fuuuuu—" she answers, finishing off with a somewhat forced "—dge". She's ...

... not allowed to curse. She knows that. Then she smiles at me mischievously for just a second and looks away with embarrassment. A number of other emotions play across her face before she finally answers.

"You really had me for a second there," she admits with a nervous chuckle that hides a tiny smile. "I love how my whole world depends on your decisions."

"I know. But only because I use my power to take care of you," I state calmly, moving behind her to remove her hook.

"I'm your little flower!" she adds cheerfully. "You're my water, my soil, and my sunshine!"

"Aww, Cherie. Yes you are," I say as I slip the hook out. Then I smack her ass just because I can, eliciting a small 'eeep!'. I give a tap on her shoulder, and she goes down on all fours. She crawls beside me as I head into the bedroom, positioning herself in the middle of a fluffy pink shag rug.

"I await your command, master," she declares, her entire body subtly trembling. She leans back on her hands, exposing her bare breasts casually.

I look over her assertively. "Get a toy out of the closet," I order.

"Yes, master," she says eagerly. She crawls across the carpet and sticks her head into the closet, her bottom half sticking out as she roots around. I just watch. She sways her hips seductively, and eventually crawls back to me with a large purple dildo clutched between her teeth. She rests her head between my thighs, and I caress her hair.

"Play with yourself, princess," I order.

"Yes, my ...