As I take another sip of red wine I watch him move around the kitchen.
He keeps rolling his right shoulder, trying to relieve the knot of stress that I know he carries there after a busy, stressful week. There are faint lines of strain around his eyes – their usually vibrant colour dimmed by tiredness and worry.
I know what’s going on at work, I just can’t do anything about it. I hate not being able to help him, but I know what I can do. I lean forward and place my wine glass on the table and rise slowly to my feet.
He sees me move and puts the dirty dishes on the counter. Turning to me, he opens his arms and I step forward, nuzzling his neck as they close around me.
“You’re tense, baby.”
He exhales loudly. “Yeah, it’s been a tough week.”
“Let’s do something about that, shall we?”
I feel him stand straight and shift his weight from one foot to the other. He’s always a little reluctant at first when we play these games.
“What were you thinking?”
I smile a little at the hesitancy in his words.
“I want you to take your clothes off and go and sit in that chair.”
I step back and nod my head at the red upholstered chair in the living area, just off the kitchen.
I watch him and see the conflicting emotions cross his beautiful face. My own shoulders relax when I catch the acceptance in his gaze and I smile when he steps back from me, already unbuttoning his dress shirt.
I move to the sofa which is opposite the chair and sit down, enjoying the brief strip show. As he steps out of his trousers he asks, “what do you want me to do?”
I internally acknowledge the now familiar spike of excitement those words create, but I know my expression reveals nothing. He has no idea how much that question turns me on. I should probably tell him, but I haven’t quite come to terms with how it makes me feel yet.
Sometimes when we do this I feel like I am slipping into a new skin, which is slightly awkward and needs adjustments. I stammer and blush. Other times I am naked, strong and free – so sure and comfortable. The words flow easily, my directions are succinct and clear.
Tonight is a good night. I sit back, cross my legs and revel in the buzz of anticipation that courses through my veins.
My eyes roam over his long, lean body as he sits in the chair. Throwing his legs over one arm of it, he raises his eyebrows in question.
Time to get this show on the road.
“Take hold of your cock and give it a nice, long stroke.”
He follows direction very well, holding his gorgeous cock away from his body a little so I can see it clearly.
“Keep going, baby. Show me how good it feels.” I murmur.
I quickly become mesmerised by the steady tempo he uses. I feel my nipples start to tingle and shift position as I squeeze my thighs together. He is stroking the full length of his cock in a firm delectable grip that makes the muscles in his forearm stand out in relief.
I hear his breathing speed up and see every muscle in his body taut and straining already. He isn’t going to last long this first time. That’s exactly what I want, so I give him what he needs.
“Watching you makes me so hot. I want you to come soon. I want you to feel good then I’m going to tie you up and spank any remaining tension out of you.” His deep groan is all I need to hear. It is so needy and vulnerable. “I want your arse cherry red and burning. You won’t be able to sit down for days without thinking about how those aches and pains got there.”
“Yes.” He whispers as his head falls back.
His strokes are shorter and faster now, concentrating more on the sensitive head of his cock. He is biting his lip, holding his breath, trying to keep it all in.
I’m not having that.
“Let me hear you, sub. Let it all out.”
He inhales a deep, shaky breath and says, “fuck!” on the exhale.
“After I’ve spanked you I’m going to ride your face, get you all wet, use that talented tongue to get myself off. How does that sound?”
“I want that…” He just about manages to get out.
The deep throb between my legs threatens to take me over. My legs open and I yank my skirt up, slipping my fingers down the front of my knickers. I circle my clit a few times, trying to hold it off, trying to have a little self-control, but the picture in front of me is just too much. I can see him speeding towards his orgasm. His hand is working furiously on his cock and he looks desperate for it, lost to the pleasure that friction is creating throughout his body.
He lifts his head to look at me, his gorgeous eyes are lust-glazed and wild with need. He is waiting for me to say it and I feel a deep, intense rush as I nod and say, “do it!”
His head falls back and his stomach clenches. I watch the white ribbons stream onto his skin and press my fingers down on my clit as our ragged cries echo around the room.
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