She was lying on the bed, thinking he would be home soon. She had been waiting for him. His one simple text message 15 minutes earlier had gotten her damp between the legs. "When I get home, I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before." She wanted to know what he had in store for her, he wouldn't say, he didn't answer when she text him back.
He was teasing her, making her wait, turning her on. God he turned her on, all kinds of things were going through her mind, all kinds of things that were starting to make her wet. Her hand wandered down her body, over her top. She felt her nipples through the thin material, they had already gotten hard. She gave them a little pinch and felt the pleasure surge through them and down towards her slick pussy.
Her hand continued downwards, she had only a lace thong on. She ran it over the top of the material to feel how wet she was already, and then slid it inside. Feeling for her clit which was engorged, throbbing, wanting to be touched. Pussy lips slick with her juice. She gently rubbed her clit, back and forth, closing her eyes, god that felt good. Her other hand reached up to pull her top down to free her tits to play with them while she rubbed her clit...damn...
A noise, a door closing. She opened her eyes to see him standing there, one hand on her erect nipple, one hand in her wet panties. He dropped his jacket on the chair and just stood there looking at her. "Did I say you could start without me?"
He didn't look too impressed. "Um no," she managed to say.
"I didn't think so, stand up," he said. She slid her hand out of her soaked panties, and stood up before him. Tits hanging out her tank top, fingers slick with her juice, he grabbed her hand, and shoved her fingers in her mouth. "Like how you taste? Huh? You're going to pay for playing with yourself without me. You don't do anything unless I tell you to, understood?"
She nodded, pussy throbbing. He knew she loved when he took control over her, only this time she had no idea what was going on in his head. "You look like a slut standing here, with your tits hanging out, and your juices over your hand... are you a slut?"
"Yes," she managed to whisper.
"Yes what?" He bought his hand down on her left tit and spanked it hard, making her scream out, but it felt so fucking good.
"Yes I'm a slut."
"Who's slut?" he asked. Grabbing the other tit hard, pulling on the nipple, twisting it a little bit.