Yours (Short Story. NSFW)

Soft, cream carpet cushioned her knees. She knelt on the floor, in the corner of the bedroom, naked and waiting for him.

Ten minutes had gone by and still no sign of him. Excitement prickled at her. She breathed deeply in some attempt to quell the impatience churning in her stomach, when she heard footsteps pad in to the room.

Goosebumps stood on her skin but she kept still. The footsteps went in to the bathroom before they padded back on the carpet, inching closer. Her breath caught at the feel of his hand trailing over her shoulder.

“Stand.” She stood.

“Turn around.”

She was met with a tanned and muscular frame towering over her, jet black hair that framed brooding coffee brown eyes and stubble trimmed close. Nothing about his features was gentle. Handsome, rough round the edges.

“Hold out your hands.” He commanded. Taking the black leather cuffs she had laid on the dresser, he secured them round her wrists. A playful smile pulled at his full lips.

“Do you promise to be good for me, querida?” Butterflies somersaulted in her belly as his hands grazed over hers. She nodded.

“Yes, Sir.”

He led her to the bed, telling her to lie down. She laid flat on her back while he attached a chain lead from the cuffs to the bedpost, hovering on top of her. He traced a hand down the curve of her breast, rolling her nipple in between deft fingers. Her chest rose. Every movement he made was slow, deliberate…

“Whose are you, querida?” His smooth voice teased against her lips. He pinched hard and she sucked in a sharp gasp.

“Yours…” She whispered. Warmth began to pool in her centre. He continued trailing over her belly and the curve of her hip.

“Yes, you are…” He smiled and took her lower lips in between his teeth. Blood rushed to her lips as he sucked and nipped, shivering under him while he moulded and massaged her breasts in his strong hands.

Their tongues thrusted and danced harmonious. He kissed her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders, slowly lowering down her body. He neared her centre, but left it be, tantalising her inner thighs with his tongue. She groaned. The more he teased, the more her body ached for him to have his way with her. She squirmed, craving more, moaning in to his mouth when he claimed it again in wild kiss.

“Please, Sir,” she panted against him, “I need you…”

She hadn’t realised what she had said until the words left her mouth. Hot embarrassment flushed in her cheeks and she turned scarlet. But he merely chuckled at her plea, stroking his hand in her hair with a wicked smile.

“Be patient, my dear…” He nibbled at her ear, before beginning the whole agonising process again, kissing, nipping and sucking every inch of her.

Stars burst in her mind and by the time he was done with her, she was a hot, quivering mess on the bed. Suddenly, he flipped her on to her front, pulling up her hips. He brushed her hair over shoulder, taking it in his fist.

“Whose are you again, querida?”

“Yours…” She managed when he took her, thrusting sharp. The feeling of him filling her, along with the fire he’d built within her and his own guttural cry, she nearly climaxed right there and then.

He clutched at her hip, each fast, pumping stroke drawing her nearer to the edge. Pulling at her hair slightly, he spanked her behind. Gasping at the sharp sting, a warm rush ran through her limbs. She buried her head in the pillow to muffle her groans when he spanked her again. A satisfied growl hummed in his throat as he thrust even harder, claiming her body better than she could have dreamed.

She floated all the more in to a pure, centred lust when her climax hit her, convulsing, crying out so loud it near echoed through the empty house. Feral grunts sung in her ears as his own climax followed soon after.

Collapsing on to the mattress, she laid there feeling wonderfully sore. Releasing her of the cuffs, he bundled her in to his arms. The feel of his skin on hers felt delicious and she hummed contently, feeling safe and protected in the warmth of his arms.

“You were wonderful…” He kissed her temple, “Thank you, querida…”

She flushed at his warm words and smiled shyly up at him.

“Thank you.” She said.

“Thank you…?” His coffee eyes glowed mischievously and she buried her giggles in his chest.

“Thank you, Sir.” She blushed. He smiled and cupped her face in his hands. When she gazed up, his eyes had turned from mischievous to blazing.

“Good girl.” He murmured, before showering her in commanding kisses all over again.

 

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Violet Grey
Copyright, 2017 – Life of Violet
All Rights Reserved.
*Picture – Pinterest

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