I had exceeded all his expectations, he said so. I had been the most amazing sub he’d ever seen. I basked in the bliss of his praise even as I was not entirely recovered from the scene. But I'd taken everything he threw at me with delight and longing and open curiosity and I pleased him to his soul.
He held me tight and stroked my head and kept me warm until my body stopped reacting to the stimuli and stopped shaking.
“Are you with me?” He tipped my head back and looked into my eyes.
I'm still feeling fuzzy, still in the after effects of subspace, but I answer “Mmm-hmm.” and snuggle in closer to him.
“I have never been more pleased with anyone than I was with you tonight. You amazed me.” He kissed my forehead.
“Is it bad that I liked it?” I giggled quite like a naughty school girl, but I'd been incredibly wicked tonight.
“Not in my book.”
“Good. Then I think I’ll throw
out my old book and keep yours instead.” I yawn and a shiver snakes my body.
He kisses me again. "Fuck, you pleased me greatly tonight. More than any other woman I've ever known."
Nothing could have made me happier.
I move my arm and he pulls me closer to him, caressing my head and face, and stroking my hair. I realize I have fallen asleep and wonder how much time has lapsed.
“Such a good girl.” He smiled down at me and my insides warm again at his praise.
He kissed me, soft and warm and slowly removed the cloak I wore and touched me. He ran his hands down my arms and interlocked our fingers. There was tenderness in his touch that brought tears to my eyes and as he wrapped his arms around me my body adapted to the shape of his and his tongue explored my mouth, circling with mine, tasting me, accepting what I gave so freely to him.
He was hard for me, from just a kiss. I love the power I always feel with him. It amazes me.
He begins to remove our clothes and I moan when he leaves me. He finishes undressing, watching me lay on the bed her, staring up at him completely naked except for my red shoes and the red ribbon around my throat. I touch it softly, remembering when he wrapped it around me, claiming me, making me his.
I smile wickedly and part my legs just enough to give him an erotic view.
He makes a sound that of a choked growl, but before he can react further, I reach between my legs and slide my finger through my folds. My gaze locked on his, I bring that finger to my mouth and suck it clean. I watch as his cock stiffens and I want it badly.
“Touch yourself for me. Make yourself come.”His voice was tight, but he was still my Dom, at least for this moment and so I obey without argument.
I reach between my legs and start touching myself. Still sensitive from all I've been through that night I start to moan and writhe almost instantly. The walls of propriety I usually wrap around myself are still nonexistent, and I begin to put on a show for him, grabbing my breast and pinching my nipple.
“I may be able to help you out with that.” He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out two bejeweled nipple clamps. “I had planned to give you these earlier, but this works.”
I lay still while he worked each one onto my nipples, tightening until I gasped. I'm not completely connected to reality still. Still slightly in sub space, or maybe returning to it, but I love that I feel safe enough with him to go there, to release all my inhibitions and everything I am up to his control. I know enough to know how much my submission means to him, how it feeds his soul. What we give to each other, no one else could understand, but where her open trust met his fierce protection they became whole in one another.
He stood back and looked at me now with the addition of his clamps. He drew a long breath and regained his composure.
“Now touch yourself.”
I lick my bottom lip slow and seductive and spread my legs wide so he could see everything. I touched myself, hand and body fucking one another as I writhe in a rhythm I set and mastered and rode until I started to come, moaning ,my release into the still surroundings.
He climbs atop me, slowly moving up my body with his own. I move my fingers to my mouth and begin sucking off the juices when he arrives at her lips.
“Such a selfish minx.” He scolds playfully. “Put your fingers back inside, then bring them to my mouth instead this time.”
I do exactly as he commands me without a single hesitation.
He sucks my fingers hard, and I moan.
“Again.” He holds my stare as I comply.
He makes me repeat the process several more times, feeding him my juices. It was like he was my master, needing my essence to survive and I dutifully provided him with everything he needed.
This time when I bring my fingers to him, he pushes them into my own mouth and as I slowly pull them out, he engulfs me in a deep kiss, sharing my flavor more fully.
He pushes his hands into my hair, sucks my tongue into his mouth and grinds his body against mine. He pushes his cock inside me and begins a slow dance with me, pushing his cock as deep into my cunt as it would go. It was almost as if he wants to become a part of me, but maybe that's just me projecting because right now, I want nothing more than to become a part of him.
I pull away from his kiss, a moan escapes my lips. I push my head back into the pillows, releasing a string of earthy moans and sighs as I become desperate to come. The nipple clamps are still in place and biting deeper into me as he lay atop me. He reaches between our bodies and releases one and then the other.
“Ohh God.” I close my eyes and move my body in sync with his.
He sucks my poor tortured nipple into his mouth, delivering some salve with his tongue, then moves to my other, but they are sooooo sensitive, his light touch gives me a sharp orgasm so intense I scream and writhe and try to move away, but he holds me still while the energy works its way through my body.
He gives me no recovery time, continuing to work my body with his, having learned me so well that he know exactly how to move to bring me the most pleasure, or how to tease me mercilessly. I'm not sure which right now.
He kissed me again, and I still catch the faint hint of my flavor on his tongue. He starts to fuck me harder and faster, as if needing the release as much as I do.
“Come with me.” He brought his head down next to mine and burrowed into the curve of my neck.
“Yes, please, Sir.”
He reached down between us and manipulated my clit a few times, all the while holding me tight with his other arm.
His body tensed.
I cried out.
My cunt grabbed his cock so damn hard there would be no stopping his release and I stroke him dry.
When he finished, he fell atop me, just barely restraining himself from crushing me.
I breathe heavy in his ear. His breath floats across my skin as tangible as a touch. He brings his other arm up and rolls us so I lay beside him. He holds my body tight to his. There are no words to describe everything I'm feeling in that moment, I only know it is the most extraordinary night of my life.
