THE NEW YEAR

He clicked off the T.V. as the ball ended its descent marking the beginning of 2018.  The year was young, and so was his night.  Taking a drink of his champagne and crossing to the woman tied to the post, he let his eyes roam her curves in anticipation.  Tilting her head up for a kiss, enjoying her soft moan as his lips meet hers and he shares the taste of the beverage from his tongue.

“Happy New Year my Sweet.”

“Happy New Year, Sir.”

Her eyes sparkle as the kiss breaks, and he caresses her neck to feel her pulse racing.  Staying close enough to take in her scent as his finger tease along her body.  His lips move to her ear, sucking gently at her lobe making her back arch against the wooden post.  Each movement of her body only spurred him on as his teeth nipped at that soft flesh and his fingers cupped her breast.  His fingers teasing across the nipple through her thin top, enjoying how they hardened at his touch.

“The night is young.  I think I am going to practice patience in this new year.”  His words are whispers in her ear.  Breath warm as it touches her skin.  The whimper she breathes in return makes him pull back and kiss her lips again.  With a slow grind he proved to her his excitement as his bulge pressed against her soft covered mound.

Her body responded, shifting against the post making the chains rattle and her thighs press around his leg trying to pull him closer.  Pressing his weight against her as his hands moved up to undo the chains, he released her arms and caught her as she relaxed.  Stepping back and taking her hand as he moved to sit in the chair by the window. 

She looked like an angel in the light pouring in, but he wanted anything but a angel tonight.  He pulled her onto his lap and caressed the curves of her body as she began to kiss his neck.  Turning his neck to give her more space, he allowed her to tease his pulse with soft kisses and darting licks with her tongue.  The growing bulge was beginning to ache beneath her weight as he grasped the end of the champagne bottle close by and pushed her back.

“We need to celebrate the new year.”  She responded to his words knowingly.  Arching her back and pushing out her breasts as he poured the bubbly liquid onto her flesh.  It ran down across the tops of her breasts and into her cleavage as she giggled and bit her lip in anticipation.

Her moan was audible as his tongue traced the path of that liquid.  Tasting it mixed with the salty sweat of her flesh making his cock ache under the weight of her body.  His hands on her back, holding her close as she arched further and pushed her breasts against his face.   Those thin fingers in his hair, urging him to take more of her as he pleased.  Sucking at the flesh of her breasts, cleaning the liquid with his tongue as it dried into a sticky sweet film for his pleasure.  Finding her nipple through her top and tugging it with his lips as she writhed and groaned on top of him.

“Please Sir,” her words came out half moan and half plea, “you promised me I could be your pleasure after the ball dropped.”  Her hands moved to his bulge, caressing it through his slacks.  He pulled away from her breast, leaving the fabric wet and her nipple hard and clearly visible. 

“Yes, I did.” 

She slid off his lap with a smile.  Her fingers worked nimbly at his belt and buttons as she kept her eyes on his.  He had made several promises for the new year, but this is the one he was going to enjoy the most.

Story by: mystermitch resident

Phots by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used: ::WS:: Bondage Post

::WS:: Master's Chair