She lay on her back with her legs open. Naked, waiting. She wasn’t tied down. She wasn’t being forced to stay there. She wanted it. She needed it. As she waited, her mind drifted to him, to the things he did to her. She began to feel his hands caressing her body, moving up and down her soft skin. She sighed as she felt his hands getting lower and lower until they were just above her wetness. In her mind she watied for him to lightly caress her clit, draw his finger slowly across her sex. He always made her wait for her reward. He would circle her then move his finger across her aching slit to feel how wet she was for him. She was always wet anymore. It was her constant state. If he liked what he found, he would whisper the two words that always send shivers through her, “good girl.” She was soaking tonight.
He had spent the afternoon teasing her. Getting close to her in public, allowing his hand to lightly brush her leg, her hip, her breast. Always accidental encounters that almost made her gasp out loud. When they would turn a corner, out of sight, he would push her against the wall and touch her crotch. He would grab it without a word and look deeply in her eyes as his fingers pinched together, soaking her panties, her dress. Today he had rubbed her like that so many times she had a wet spot on the dress itself. She had to carry her purse in front of her to hide the obvious evidence of her lusts.
Just before they returned home, while they were shopping, he had pushed her into a service hallway at the back of the store, fallen to his knees, lifted her skirt and licked her through her panties for several seconds. As he worked her crotch with his tongue, she instinctively reached out and took his head in her hands and pulled him closer. He instantly stood up and walked away from her. She would pay for that later, she knew. She followed without saying a word. The ride home was in silence. She reviewed the situation in her mind over and over, feeling his mouth, knowing the mistake she had made, touching him without permission. She knew what awaited her. At least she hadn’t moaned. Her pussy tingled with excitement mixed with fear. She could feel herself growing wetter and wetter as they approached the driveway.
As they walked toward the house he said softly, “Inside. On the bed.” She ran the last few steps, unlocked the door, went straight to the bedroom, stripped and lay down with her legs apart. This was how he liked to find her. This was “on the bed.”
"On your knees" meant kneeling on the floor with her forehead on her hands, her ass up, knees bent under. "On your knees" often meant that she would be spanked, or ass-play, or usually both. It meant a hard fucking, rough and intoxicating. The pain, the sting of his hand or the whip, would accentuate the desire, the pleasure as her pussy burned to be used. "On your knees" was almost always discipline. She had been expecting it, but instead he had said, "On the bed."
Her favourite was, “chair.” That always meant long fucking, using her until she shook and whimpered, fucking her until she would collapse on the floor from riding him again and again, fucking his cock, feeling his lips on her breasts, his fingers on her swollen clit. ”Chair” meant her pussy would be filled, her body would suck on him until he spilled out of her. Oh yes, she loved, “chair.”
She kept her eyes closed, knowing that if he came in and caught her looking, there would be serious consequences. The anticipation was delicious as her wetness began to run between her legs. When the door finally opened, she had to fight back a gasp from her excitement. She listened, waiting. hearing him approach the bed. She felt the bag being set down on the mattress. Heard the rustle has he opened it, began to dig though looking for a toy. She heard the click of the switch and the hum of the vibrator come to life then fall silent after another click.
She waited, felt a soft hand brush across her face, and then his voice, “I think she’s ready for you. Enjoy yourself. I’ll be in my chair, watching. Come join me when you’re through with her.” She had to fight everything within her not to open her eyes. She remained still, waiting. She heard the creek of the chair being moved and then felt a soft, wet mouth surround her nipple and begin to suck greedily.
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