The paddle scorched her ass, coming down with heavy force. Kat screeched out the count. After the twelve, her ass was a flaming red mass of flesh. She wanted to rub it but remembered his command not to move her hands.
There was a moment of total silence before Michael moved down to lick the heated skin. The incredible sensation buckled Kat's knees. After coating the surface with his saliva, the session's director stood and backed up a meter.
"Turn around and get on your knees before me."
The submissive obeyed.
"Worship my cock" he ordered after removing his robe and throwing it aside.
The words were perfect. A purely kinky lover might have said, "Suck my cock" but the Dom's command was much more precise and welcomed. She didn't want just to suck it for sex, but so much more, to worship and adore it openly without reservation.
She began touching the shaft lightly, fondling it with her fingers, progressing to a light stroking, smiling up at him the whole time. She gauged every reaction, no matter how slight. The kneeling, hungry woman found his sensitive spots quickly, feeling and rubbing them with delight. It is the nature of a submissive to give pleasure, and Kat wanted to give everything she had. When she sensed she had exhausted the possibilities of her hands, she suddenly popped up, taking the head of his cock into her mouth, salivating like a Pavlov dog while swirling her tongue forcefully around it.
Michael exploded with a scream that left no doubt she had hit the mark. He was shaking from the intensity. The spellbound cocksucker assaulted him with her tongue: licking, kissing, sucking, and nibbling, an all-out lavishing of attention on his erection. Her mouth was a tornado of fellatio as she bobbed her head up and down in furious motions designed to roil the semen stirring in his testicles, which she was now massaging between her fingers and thumb. She sucked with the force of a vacuum while jacking on the shaft. The girl was seeking the prize. It was a blowjob intended to blow his fucking mind.
"Stop! Now!"
Kat immediately came off his cock, slightly disappointed but not willing to disobey.
"My sweet girl! That was fabulous! We shall have to revisit that pleasure again, but for now, I want to save my essence for the journey is far more important than the destination and we are still en route."
Kat nodded. She liked that a man would delay his orgasm for the planned return of more pleasure.
"Lean over the table again, resting on it. I am going to screw you from behind. And listen carefully, you are not to orgasm. No matter how much you want to, you will not come. Do you understand me?"
Kat looked at him with doubt in her eyes. She knew she was close to the edge, but seeing his determined gaze, she answered: "Yes, Sir."
He slid his cock in to the hilt. Kat gasped. He stayed still. They felt each other, reveling in the soft warmth and indelible hardness. Michael began to move at a snail's pace, so slow that it was calming and stimulating at the same time. He knew that if he went too fast, it might trigger an orgasm for both of them. As the Dom, he wanted to extend the lovemaking to the max, so he stayed near the edge. Kat had never experienced such control in a man, but she wanted more, for the feeling was exquisite. As it continued, she became confident enough to slide with him. The two lovers moved perfectly against each other as if they were one. It was a beautiful slow fuck for both of them, timeless sex that went on and on with neither partner concerned about a climax. Eventually, Michael pulled out.
"Get naked, little girl. And get in the bed."
Kat removed her remaining clothes and pulled down the covers on the luxurious bed before hopping in, awaiting the next step. Michael joined her.
"Touch and feel with controlled intensity."
He kissed and held her. Kat joined in, closing her eyes to more fully experience the feelings of the developing tactile dance. The submissive allowed the Dominant to lead, but she was not to be passive. There was a craving hunger in the pair, but in this introduction to D/s sessions, Kat was learning the joys of the journey. So many of her lovers had performed as though the male orgasm was the sole objective of sex that she had never fully relaxed enough to absorb the full joys of lovemaking. Now, there was no rush, no hurry. She felt the touches, the tastes, and the scents of sex. There was a tender sharing, a desire to please, a giving of pleasure that was so enrapturing. Her idea of what submission is was being turned upside down. There was a give/take, push/pull aspect initiated by the Dom, but recognized and responded to by the sub. They were play partners. They shared nipple sucks and kisses, scratches, hot breaths, sweaty hugs, and appreciative moans as they savored the closeness of each other.
There was a knock at the door. Michael put his robe on and answered. The waiter announced: "Room service, sir, your order is here!" Michael thanked him with a generous tip and rolled the cart into the bedroom.
"I thought it might be nice to take a break at midnight, so I had ordered sweet delights for us to feast on during intermission."
Kat smiled as she slid over to see what was under the silver domed covers on the platters. There were fresh strawberries and raspberries with cream on the side next to six dishes of different flavors of decadent ice creams, with fragrant coffee, pastries, and an open jar of Pitcairn honey with a tiny spoon standing in it. It was a delightful smorgasbord of treats. Michael handed Kat a silver spoon. They took turns scooping spoonfuls of ice cream, sliding them sensually into each other's mouths. While feeding each other berries, Michael squished a strawberry on Kat's nose. The happy girl giggled before breaking out into uncontrollable laughter, which had her rolling around the bed.
"Sir, this is so much fun. Thank you so much!"
"Yes, little girl, it is time for gratitude. I promised you your submission would be rewarded. You've been a good girl. The time has come."
Kat looked at him with a glint of gleeful expectancy.
"Slide your ass to the edge of the bed, raise and spread your legs."
His submissive complied. He knelt before his lover on a pillow.
"I am going to lick the inside of your thighs before I eat your pussy. When I do, you may respond as much as you wish without restraint."
His tongue glided over the silky skin of Kat's upper legs. The playfulness was over; he was now into the serious business of promised fulfillment. His strokes were firm and deliberate, moving gradually toward the ultimate target. Kat was raging with desire, for she knew the delays and the edging were over. He was coming at her with authority, delivering the goods. Her breathing and heart rate accelerated as he got closer and closer.
"Daddy... please Daddy, please, Sir."
With a sudden lunge, his mouth pounced on her clit, sucking it between his lips where his tongue took over with swirling movements that sent Kat into orbit. The time had come. He put all the passion he could muster into pleasing this young woman who had surrendered so willingly to him. He applied more pressure as he felt her orgasm stirring, taking her over the top. She released her sexual ecstasy, streaming her hot juices into his mouth and face, screaming, moaning, and writhing uncontrollably on the bed. He kept going because she kept going. A series of multiple orgasms wracked her body, electrifying her and short-circuiting her brain with a tsunami of the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced. He slowed only after she stopped reacting. She was gone. He moved up to lay beside her, holding her into the night.
