An evening with my Sir [M/F] - Part 1 of 3 | 2016

I apologize in advance to my multiple posts. This story is long.

John and I started out our evening where we had dozens of times before: still fully clothed with me laying back across the width of the bed with my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands gripping his shirt to pull him on top of me. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, roughly bruising my lips with his. I moaned in pleasure at being controlled as my hips bucked up, pressing my pelvis against his hardening bulge. I strained my body against his tight grasp, wanting to push him onto his back and straddle his lap. John laughed maliciously at my futile struggle, enjoying my obvious need to be quickly satisfied. But quick isn’t exactly John’s style, and he’s always much preferred to tease me into a mess of lust over a night. When he finally let my hands free, I ran one through his buzzed hair and tugged at his jeans to bring him even closer, biting his bottom lip hard enough to make him suck in his breath. He quickly drew back to stare me down, jaw clenched in a study of self-discipline. He knew I had bitten him in retaliation for keeping my hands away from him. And I knew he was going to punish me for it. He grabbed a fist full of the front of my t-shirt and yanked me up against him, his mouth at my ear he growled in a low voice: “Why are you still so clothed, pet?” practically spitting out the last word. I whimpered as John roughly pulled my shirt over my head, biting my exposed shoulder as he threw it somewhere behind him. My mouth ached to find his again, and I moaned when I felt his tongue darting across mine. I held on to him as with one hand he deftly unclasped my bra and pushed me back to pull it free. I was always so impressed with that particular skill he had to get me undressed in a matter of seconds. He pushed me back down, and sat over me, a powerful calm in his manner. He was never the muddled ball of lust I turned into when we got together. He was able to keep his head about him. I, on the other hand, felt drunk. I wanted to tear his shirt off and leave a trail of teeth marks down his chest.

“Go to your box, pet, and tell me what you find in there.”

I rose, shakily, to my feet and still topless walked slowly to the wooden box on the dresser across the room. I knew his eyes were on me, making me self-conscious of my nakedness in such a bright room. Gently lifting the lid off the box I saw my familiar wrist collars laying at the bottom, a sleeve of condoms tucked underneath, and something new… he had bought cigars to smoke near me! John knew I had a thing for smokers, the masculine way men exhaled their smoke, held a cigarette so casually sexy. Watching a guy smoke was nothing short of foreplay, to me. Giddy I turned to him to hold up my findings, to confirm that these were in fact for me. He got up to walk over to wear I was standing, pressing himself into my back, slipping an arm in front of me to rest between my breasts his hand clenching the front of my throat. The other hand grabbed my hip to pull my ass back against his hard cock. I tried to remain steady on my feet, not daring to drop anything as I moaned. I gyrated back against him, as his lips found my shoulder, and my head fell backwards, exposing my neck further. Without warning he let go all at once and took a step back, making me stumble and struggle to regain my thoughts.

“Show me what else is up there.” John demanded. I knew he meant the new toy he had just bought, the vibrator with the remote only he was going to be allowed to control. Putting down the cigars for later, I opened the case for the vibrator and handed him all the components. My new toy was bright pink, and had two “prongs” close together. One was going to rest in my cunt, filling me, and the other would press against my clit. Both of them would be turned on at my Sir’s pleasure. John pointed back to the bed where I returned and sat down.