He Touches My Face
Ms Madison © 2005

He touches my face, rubs his fingers over my lips. He feels my teeth. My hands are caught above my head – I try to pull down again, but can’t get free. He chuckles over watching me struggle and moves over to torture my ear, nibbling licking then biting… it hurts… and the pain shoots down into my belly and my clit. I feel a warmth spreading to my chest. I know I’m blushing a bright shade of red which only seems to amuse him all the more.

“Oooh, baby” he growls in my ear, “you’re so helpless.”

All I can do is whimper… trying to stifle the sound to save my pride. He licks down my neck holding my face pressed to my left arm. I know he’s leaving a mark with his lips ripping at me, his teeth teasing my skin. I feel like I can’t breath. I’m so scared and so horny… it doesn’t make any sense in my head.

He pulls the sheet away from my body and he looks down at my breasts. “So pretty.”

I struggle again trying to pull my arms down… but I can’t. I open my mouth to give him some attitude but his hand covers my mouth before I get a word out.

All I can do is breathe as he throws the sheet off of me to the floor. I know I must be silent and just try to catch my breath as he moves lower on my body, holding my legs together, squeezing my hops in his hands. He bites my thighs softly, his teeth feel like electric shocks that ricochet into my pussy… there’s fireworks.

He’s licking the top of my pussy and I shift to move my legs apart but he won’t let me. Holding my legs tightly together, my thighs squeezed shut, he licks at my pussy… pulls at the hairs, sticks his tongue further and further into the slick folds.

I can’t help moaning… The sound is crude and ragged, hanging in the air.

“You’re so excited.” He points out.

I mutter something to deny his cocky attitude. If it was him tied up and me going down on him – he’d be fucking screaming.

“Not that excited” came out sounding not-quite-as-bored as I’d hoped.

Tension ripples in the silence and I watch as he moves away. That’s right – let him feel hurt… upset… whatever. I don’t care. I’m just tied up here… oh shit. And my pussy is still pounding, an obvious reminder of how stupid I was acting.

Blue balls might feel bad, but an unsatisfied crotch is not picnic either… it aches and clenches against itself, the emptiness taunting…

“I’m sorry” is all I can softly whisper.

“Sorry what?”

“I’m sorry, Master” my voice drops and I feel like I’m speaking from my center. I’m calling him on the primal level of energy and love and life. I need him the same way he needs me – and its been this way from the beginning of time.

“I think you need to be punished, babe. I think you ass should be burning.” I’d like that.

I don’t say anything. Really, pain isn’t my favorite thing. I’d rather have him climb on to of me and sink his cock slowly into my wetness.

“Ask for it.” He grabs hold of my hair.

Ow! That fucking hurts. I debate asking for what I want and pissing him off even more.

“Please… please spank me.”

“How many, slut?”

How many… how many… I don’t know. Why do I have to answer this one, my eyes ask him.

“Hey, I’m not fucking around!” he pinches my vulnerable nipple and rolls it squeezing between his fingers. Oh, noooooooooo… My nipples are so sensitive. “Thirty.”

Damn… did I just say that?? Thirty?!!?

What was I thinking…

“Feeling brave?” - well at least he seems impressed. I think last time I had to beg him to stop at 25. Its silly but I take a little pride as he maneuvers me across his thighs. I feel so naked and he’s wearing jeans and a shirt, his skin protected from my skin by the thin rough barrier.

You make sure to position me so that my feet can’t touch the floor, while my hands are planted. I feel off my balance and scared…

It seems as if you feel my discomfort as you start massaging my ass, squeezing the cheeks, rubbing – god, that feels so good! The muscles of my legs releasing and relaxing. He feels the wetness between my legs and massages my own slick over my pussy lips.

You start spanking… The slaps hurt and seem to come in quick succession. I gulp at the air trying to hold my breath against the injustice and indignity.

I can’t count and suddenly its done. My bottom is throbbing, glowing with warmth. It feels itchy and naughty… the stinging, a feverish reminder of my kink.

Then lifted up and positioned on the bed on my knees. I arch my back in invitation, rubbing my pussy over your cock, seducing the head into the folds below my ass cheeks. It feels so wet and unbearably hot, I’m grinding my pussy onto your cock and finally you reach down and guide the top into my slit. I’m moaning at the sensation of your tool sliding into me, it feels helpless and so so wet.