xelinda
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“I want to fuck you,” he breathed the words into my ear sending my blood racing. “I want to fill your mouth with my cum and I want to suck your clit until you go absolutely wild.” His words sent me into a tizzy. I could feel the wetness between my legs. My blood burned and I ached for him.
Although we had been chatting online for a while now, we had met for the first time this evening. Everyone gets nervous meeting someone for the first time, but I felt we already had strong connections. He was a Master. I, by nature, was subordinate. He understood my need to be guided. My unending string of problems left me paralyzed with fear. He was there to pick me up emotionally, dust me off, and give me the guidance I needed. I was eternally grateful for such kindness. His graciousness was a lifeline in a storm. At the first available time, we agreed we both needed to meet.
I shuttered from the anticipation. “Yes, I would like that very much,” I breathed, barely audible above the jukebox cranking out tunes somewhere in the back of the bar. My focus was on him and him alone. He commanded my attention.
“Come,” he said as he steered me toward my seat, taking the pool stick from my hand. “Sit and finish your drink. “
I smiled in acknowledgement and took my seat . He pulled out a stool and sat slightly behind me. I could smell him. I could smell the undertones of sandalwood mixed with an animal magnetism. I breathed it all in, imprinting the memory deep inside.
He grabbed my pony tail and tilted my head back as I felt his breath on my neck. “I want to use you tonight. I want to abuse you, and then I want to make you cum like you have never cum before.” I felt his teeth bite into the flesh on my neck and I shivered. “Go to the bathroom and bring me back your panties,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir.” I wound my way thru the crowded bar towards the bathroom with his order reverberating in my ears. I felt deliciously naughty. I had always been the “good girl”. I had always done the right or modest thing. I quickly took a stall and pulled up my denim skirt, and took off my black lace panties. Having no pockets, I rolled them into a ball in my fist and vacated the restroom. As I made my way back to our table, I kept thinking about how exciting and wicked I felt.
I stopped in front of him and held out my hand. I placed the panties in his open palm and grinned.
“Very good, little one.” He said. “Sit, facing me.” I did as he asked, pushing my knees together, blushing at the thought of this new naughtiness. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Relax and finish your drink.”
As I reached for my full glass, I felt his knee force its way between my knees. His fingers traced their way along my inner thigh. The amber liquid coursed down my throat as I felt the burning between my legs grow. A moan escaped my lips.
“I want to feel how wet you are,” he said, “how wet you are for Me.” I felt his finger slip between my moist, warm lips. He found my clit and teased it, flicking it repeatedly. The blood rushed between my ears. I had never felt so alive. I tingled from the excitement, feeling like I was on fire all over. I was hungry…so very hungry…and starving…
“Not yet, little one,” he chuckled, “Not yet. I don’t want you to cum just yet. You are so responsive to me.” His fingers slipped out from under my skirt. I began to float back to earth. I had been so close. I could feel fire burning, the ache building, that euphoria just out of reach.
His fingers traced my lips. “Smell yourself,” he said, “Taste yourself.” I licked my juice from the tips of his fingers. “Who are you wet for, little one?” he prompted.
“For You, Sir.” I said. I felt my lip’s quiver, the burn flaring again.
“Yes,” he said. “I don’t want you cumming yet until I hear you scream my name. And tonight, I promise you WILL scream my name.”
He took a drag on the cigarette that had been sitting absently in the ash tray on the table and then gave it to me do to the same. “It’s time, little one,” he said, “it’s time we get the hell out of here.”
I felt him bite me on the neck as he helped me into my jacket. I was in a fog. I quivered with anticipation of what was to come tonight. Nothing else mattered. There was only the urgency to be and to feel in the moment. I was His tonight. I was His to use and abuse, and I wanted nothing else at that moment.
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