HER NEEDS

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

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