She looked at him there, kneeling down and taking his time
to make each stroke of the brush perfect.
His attention to detail so sharp and yet delicate. Her heart swelled in her chest but she pushed
it down and stayed still. He wouldn’t
like it if she moved just now. It took
every ounce of her will, but she did just as he wanted and sat there, in the
chair dressed in clothes he picked out, while he painted her nails the color of
his desire. Never had she known a man
like him, but she would give him anything just to see him happy.
He
stood, finished at last and stepping back to admire her. She could feel his eyes on her body even as
she blushed and looked away. His gaze
often made her feel so vulnerable, even when fully dressed. Here before him now, she knew she would fall
into that gaze in full surrender. His fingers brushed her cheek and tilted her
head up to look him in the eye. Those
dark eyes that danced with hunger she hoped she had inspired.
“Don’t
look away. There is beauty in your eyes.” His smile warmed her even as his eyes sucked
away the last bits of her resistance.
Her breathing deepening as he ran his fingers along her shoulder and arm. The simple touch done so carefully it made
the hairs stand on end.
Taking
her hand, he helped her up. Guiding her
to the bed and laying her down. His fingers on her skin, tracing her curves of
her body as she watched those wicked eyes.
Her back arching, fingers gripping the sheets at the lightness of his
caress along her sides and hips. How she
longed for him. How she needed him.
She
watched as he rolled onto his back.
Leaning up beside him, her newly polished nails raking along his skin now. Taking the same time and care as he had. Tracing his chest and shoulders, noting the
strength in them as she felt herself tremble in anticipation. She knew he wouldn’t kiss her yet. That reward came later, but for now she
enjoyed the simple pleasure of awakening his body. Making him want her as much as she wanted
him.
Her
breath caught in her chest as he pushed her over. Taking her arms and pinning them above her
head. His strength always making her
swell with desire. He didn’t ask. He never asked. He moved her like a doll. Hands on her thighs, pushing them apart, lips
at her ear, whispering his desires. Her
eyes closing, letting her focus on his touch as he brushed his fingertips along
her flesh. Moans now filling the room
as his touch finally reaches the soft wet mound of her panties. She wanted him to rip them off, but it wasn’t
time yet. She knew he would make her
wait. Make her beg. Struggling was pointless. His grip on her wrists was firm, and if she
did pull away he would stop and deny her more.
His fingers teased her. toyed with her lips through the thin
fabric. Brushed her clit in soft circles
that made her back arch and her toes curl into the sheets.
She was
his toy after all. He pulled her up,
resting her down upon his thigh. The
rough jeans contrasting the silk panties, making the sensation almost
unbearable as she began to grind. She
stretched her arms, now released from his grip.
One moving between her legs to stabilize herself there, the other on his
thigh moving ever closer to his prominent bulge. He took hold of her wrists, stopping her hand’s
ascent. She whimpered but
understood. Nothing was hers until given
to her by him. She turned, looking into
his eyes as she moved along his leg.
Pushing and grinding against him as her breath rasped and mingled with
deep moans of pleasure. She edged closer
to her release, hoping he would grant it to her, and knowing if he didn’t, she
would beg. She always did.
Story by: MysterMitch Resident
Furniture Used: ::WS:: Hardwood Bed
::WS:: Pamper Chair
Models: MysterMitch Resident
Belinastregina
Great story Mitch! I loved it!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Melyna
Deleteyummm, think i need to change my panties now.
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