pulled away from her, leaving her warmth, and then searched her face. She was gloriously flushed and marked from neck to chest. In a perfect vanilla world, foreplay would be over already and I would have shot my load five minutes ago. However, foreplay for me was also after-play.
And turnabout was fair play.
I turned, walked to my favorite chair, and sat. “Come.” I extended my hand. She stood, statue still, and I continued to fill my eyes and mind with her image. Her face held uncertainty and vulnerability—everything I sought. Her eyes immediately fell downward, and I noticed a bead of sweat trailing from her head down her face to her neck, disappearing in the valley between her cleavage. A crawling sensation came over me, causing me to shiver. My briefs were long gone. I widened my legs, grabbed my cock with powerful, vise-like strokes, and thrust into my hand.
To the edge of desire…the edge of control and emotional release. This is what I sought.
She padded across the cold marbled floor and stopped short, about a foot away. And waited. Her lips were swollen and hair a perfect mess. “Sir.” Her voice held none of the boldness it usually did, but instead, soft and meek—compliant.
I patted my thigh with my free hand. “Ass up…face down, Beauty.”
Her eyes raised to meet mine and a tiny grin pulled at the corners of her mouth. Ever playful, my greedy girl, I mused. I’d be remiss to say I haven’t held her to a perfect sub-standard. Her sassy mouth had been tolerated, but never forgotten. Now, I’ll remind her of who owns whom.
I watched carefully as she weighed her options…offsetting her weight from one foot to the other. She sought another way to appease me. Again, I’ve spoiled her by allowing her to have her way during our holiday. She had been through a horrific event and nearly lost our baby. As her lover, fiancé, and Dom…I felt it was prudent to allow some leverage. Some healing to occur. Her mental state, health, and well-being were paramount to me, and always would be.
“Up and over you go.”
She grabbed the hand I offered and lowed her stomach across my legs. Her arms fell to the floor, back arched beautifully, and her rounded bottom up high. Her ass in the perfect position for a nice spanking. However, it wasn’t my hand she’d be getting. It was my digits. My finger skimmed from the base of her neck, along her spine, and finally settled at her core. I watched her flesh pucker across her body.
“Have I ever told you how much I love the ring you bought me?” It wasn’t a question I sought an answer to. It was to make my point. I slid the ring on my middle finger between the lips of her pussy. She started to pant, so I stroked her bare ass gently until her breaths slowed. “Well, I’m going to show you how much pleasure wearing this ring has brought me.”
I leaned forward, swirling my tongue on her lips and down her thigh before pushing the ring into her hot, wet core. I was proud to wear the ring. Not because it was something that suited me fashionably, but because she chose it for me. It was a skull ring with sapphire eyes. I held my finger still, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion. Ever so gently, I started to finger fuck her, curling my finger and twisting as I went. In. Out. Twist. Curl in rapt succession. Over and over I repeated the erotic dance until the tell-tale shake of her thighs and curl of her pointed toes. Then I pulled out. You’re one wicked sadistic fuck, I thought.
Holding the ring to my nose, I drew in her fragrance. She had two distinct scents. The one she held along her lips and the other one deep inside her core. While I loved both, my preference was the one her outer lips held. It was my kink, and I’ve been around enough pussy in my life to know what got me off. It would be a hard limit for some. Women simply weren’t confident enough to embrace their femininity. Most viewed it as unhygienic not to wash so frequently and allow their natural aroma to resonate. To me, there was nothing more intoxicating than a woman’s natural smell.
Her hair fell forward so that I couldn’t see her face. But I knew it would be flushed, and her eyes would be