Weekend Fantasy Pt 02

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You awake to the sun gently caressing your face, the smell of pancakes and bacon fills your senses. You smile as you realize you're still nude and the memories of the night before flood your still waking consciousness. After falling asleep, you were awakened sometime later by hands stroking your breasts. Soon they moved south and played with your surprisingly wet kitty. You pressed up against his hardness as he prepared you to once again take him. Once you were dripping, he grabbed your hips and thrust himself into you filling you completely. Your mind barely processed that he didn't ask and just took you. You smiled as your secret fantasy to be desired so much that you were ravished was realized.

He continued to thrust into you as his lips played on your neck and ears. He did not speak in the darkness but just took his pleasure from you as he spooned and fucked you from behind. This time was more frantic and spontaneous than the slow building passionate encounter of the earlier evening. Your climax grew as you heard him growl. Your body was on fire and you began to thrust back into him, drawing him deeper. Your mind burned with passion wanting him to claim you, possess you as you gave him whatever he wanted to bind him to you. "Sir, may I cum?" you barely breathed out the words right in the precipice of "le petite morte" though it didn't feel petite.

You just needed his permission to lose yourself into sweet oblivion. Why was he waiting?, you thought as you asked him again for permission. This asking for your pleasure was new to you, equal parts hot and frustrating. Finally, you heard his voice granting you your desire and you unleashed the hot torrent of ultimate gratification. Your body filled with lightening, your muscles tightened and release filled every inch of your body with endorphins and caused your volcanic pussy to clamp on his cock bringing you your much needed release. You heard him scream out your name as he flooded you with his cum.

"Pretty girl, pretty girl, are you awake?" his voice from the kitchen breaks your reverie.

"Yes Sir. What smells so good?" you ask back. You are suddenly startled as he is standing in the doorway dressed only in pajama pants and an apron. He doesn't look silly, instead his whole being commands the room as his stare pierces you to the very center. You feel small in his presence.

"Remove the covers," he commands, ignoring your question completely. Suddenly, you are seized by an unexpected shyness as you realize you'll be naked in front of him. "Do I need to repeat myself?" he asks coolly, as his voice sparks an unfamiliar, delightfully dangerous chill through you. "I don't like to repeat myself and you won't care for it either," he grins both playfully and menacingly.

"Yes Sir, umm, no Sir," you reply nervously, not sure what you're responding to. He continues to smile down at you and nods at the sheet and comforter still hiding your carnal delights. You slowly pull them down, using your painted toes to assist. Moments later, you are exposed to him. This feels more intimate, more vulnerable than even last night. You are not offering yourself to him. This isn't your initiative. This is not the voluntary surrender of control to him. This is him commanding your obedience. Taking what he desires regardless of your opinion. A new thrill flows through you as goosebumps raise on your flesh. It's just the cool air, you think, trying to deny the illicit craving that excites you. Your pussy floods as you try to regain some control but failing and not sure if you even want it back. Though some part of your brain screams that you should take back control. But another part, a deeper part, a primordial part needs this and rushes forward to submit to the man currently devouring your whole being with his eyes. Even your soul feels stripped bare in response to his dominating bearing.

Your shyness returns and you start to use your hands to cover yourself. "Move. Your. Hands. Don't ever cover yourself in my presence unless I command you otherwise. Do you understand, pretty girl?"

"Yes Sir," you respond meekly as you move your hands to your side. Not sure what to do under his unrelenting gaze, you start to fidget.

"Lie still, little one. I want to take in every inch of your delightful self before I devour my pre-breakfast meal." You feel giddy like a little girl and you scrunch your face up trying to remain still. He chuckles at your cuteness as he crawls onto the foot of the bed and parts your legs. He grins at you naughtily as he ducks his head in between your thighs and plants a kiss on your dripping nether lips overflowing like a fountain. He wastes no time delving into you with his tongue and lips. You gasp in shock at the unexpected pleasure. Your hands move to your tits, tweaking and caressing them to add to the sensations he's giving you below. He glances up at you and sees you entertaining yourself and his hands reach up and lock your wrists in his hands. He pulls your hands from your breasts and pins them to your sides. His mouth has moved to your clit and your hips buck up to meet his intentions. You try to move your arms but are unable as he pulls them down. This has the effect of pulling you harder onto his lips as his tongue works you like finely tuned instrument. Your body wants to move in tune with the building wave but you find your restrained arms frustrate the desire. He pulls your arms harder and now his mouth has engulfed your clit as his tongue repeatedly manipulates you.

"Sir! Sir! Fuck Sir! Cum Sir? Pleaseeee," you beg and moan. He doesn't respond but only seems to increase his efforts driving the wave as it nears its inevitable conclusion. You beg more, louder, more desperately. Still he doesn't respond. His sucking, licking seem to only increase beyond what you thought was possible. You try to hold back as you cry out for permission, for release. You feel the crest as it reaches the brink. Tears fill your eyes as the inescapable climax breaks across your mind and body. Your body takes on a life of its own as it bucks and twists, still held down by your arms pinned to your sides. Your thighs crush his head but he doesn't let up. Your face wet with tears of joy, pleasure, and frustration released, you scream out silently both wishing for it to end and never stop at the same time. Your mind drifts into a space of incoherence filled only with colours and sensations so incomprehensible that words cannot take form. As you return to awareness, you notice the pressure between your legs has abated and strong arms encircle you, holding you tightly as your body's convulsions slowly die down. Whispers of approval and encouragement fill your ears and soul and a smile of peace and contentment alights your face and joins the light sheen of sweat on your skin combining to make you sparkle.

"That was delicious," he said as he got up from the bed. "But you came without permission. We'll deal with that later." You start to protest that he didn't answer, but he stops you with a glance, "Go take a quick shower and join me for breakfast in 15 minutes. Fix your ponytail but don't wash your hair. There will be a robe waiting for when you get out. Now off with your cute but disobedient ass," he playfully swats your ass as he leaves the room. A strange glow emanates from you as you get up to fulfill his command.

Letting the hot water cascade over your exhausted body, you think about what he said about cumming without his permission. You think about the unfairness. You asked! He didn't respond. It's not your fault, you think. You asked! More than once. He ignored your request. But a small part of your thoughts latches onto an alien thought: he told you not to cum without permission. And you did anyway. He didn't have to respond. He didn't have to give permission. That wasn't part of the deal. You had to wait, and you didn't. You disobeyed. Period. End of discussion. Now you had to face whatever consequences he decides. Intrigued by your change of thoughts, you resume your shower in order to meet your deadline and not disobey again.

After a quick scrub and rinse, you dry off and find a black silk robe is hanging in the back of the door. The smooth fabric caresses your skin like a gentle lover. You glance in the mirror and fix your hair and brush your teeth with the spare toothbrush you find waiting. You glance at the clock and notice you have two minutes to spare. Deciding to use the time to your advantage, you close your eyes and slide your fingers over the silk and part the robe. Your hand gently covers your pussy and lightly strokes the entrance. "Tsk, tsk. So disobedient this morning. Did I say you can play with yourself?" his voice startled you but your hand doesn't move. "While I'm sure I'd enjoy watching you pleasure yourself, breakfast awaits. You'll need your energy for what I have in mind later," he turns to leave. You raise an eyebrow in curious expectation. He doesn't seem to notice and you find your only choice is to follow. Following his lead seems so natural that you barely notice your almost immediate obedience. Barely.

Breakfast consists of homemade silver dollar pancakes with real maple syrup, bacon, a Thai-inspired omelet, and assorted fruit. You two talk about dreams and discuss what you enjoyed thus far. After breakfast, you ask for permission to pull out your phone and you check it and play on it while he cleans up. He ducks out to quickly shower and shave. Then you snuggle on the couch and watch a movie. As the movie ends, he reaches into your robe and begins to play with you. "Take out my cock," he commands. You reach into his pants to find him hard and pull him free. "Get me ready," he orders and you bend down and take him in your mouth. You savor his clean taste and the smooth skin encasing his iron hard rod. You start to pull him into your throat as his fingers begin to work their magic on your honey box. Suddenly, the moment is rudely interrupted by the ringing of his phone. "Shit! I have to take this. Work," he states annoying as he pulls you off his cock and stands up, putting himself away as he walks into the office closing the door. You sit there pouting and frustrated.

You decide to use the time alone to be naughty. Going over to your bag, you pull a well-loved wand out. You remove the robe and spread it out on the couch. Laying down, you revel in the cool silk caressing your skin. You close your eyes and begin your intimate pleasure. Your hand trails to your breasts and begin to tweak your nipples and remember how he restrained your arms when you tried to do the same earlier. You let out a small moan as you wet your fingers. You pull the wand out and turn it on low. Your wet fingers caress your slit, wetting it as you slip two fingers inside. After a quick couple of strokes, you withdraw your fingers and apply the wand to your lips and gently move it up until you are shocked as the gentle vibrations encounter your clit. You take your fingers and place them in your mouth and suck them pretending his cock is in your mouth. You turn up the speed of the wand and your sucking increases in intensity. Your thoughts are pulled to the overwhelming sensations you've experienced in the last few hours. Suddenly, you are on the edge and your fingers fall from your mouth as you call out in a beautiful and powerful orgasm.

Eyes closed, you turn off the wand and try to regulate your breathing while smiling in absolute pleasure. Your reverie is suddenly broken, "Enjoy yourself, naughty one?" You open your eyes and find him staring at you at the end of the couch.

"How long have you been there, Sir?" you ask wondering if he heard you cum.

"I asked you a question," was his only response.

"Yes, Sir, I was so needy after you left."

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself or cum?"

"No, Sir," you answer, your expression turns from pleasure to a mix of fear and anxiety

"Pretty girl, what am I going to do with you?" he asks firmly but gently as he shakes his head. Your fear and anxiety leave you but you know you've disappointed him. You start to say something, but he cuts you off with a simple command, "Kneel!"

You scramble off the couch and kneel before him. "When you kneel before me, you will have your head and eyes down. Your hands will rest on your thighs and your back will remain straight. When pleasuring me, your hands will remain behind your back. If your hands ever touch me without permission when my cock is in your mouth, I will redden your gorgeous ass. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," you respond demurely.

"Good. Now repeat the instructions and assume the position." You repeat his instructions and arrange yourself in his desired position. Once you're done, you hear, "Good girl," as your chin is lifted and his hard cock bumps your lips. You open quickly as you move your hands behind your back.

His cock pushes into you and you use your tongue and lips to pleasure him. He stays silent as you keep working him deeper. His cock hits the entrance of your throat and you feel him grab your ponytail, "Relax," he speaks gently and slowly presses you further on his cock. He slips into your throat and moans. "Good fucking girl," he breathes as he pulls out. Soon the two of you establish a rhythm. You lose yourself in your submission to him as he loses himself in you. His breathing begins to pick up and he speaks firmly, "Soon, little one, swallow and don't spill a drop."

You try to mutter, "Yes, Sir," but your mouth is full, so it comes out as an affirmative grunt. He chuckles and then moments later buries himself in your throat and unloads as you struggle but successfully take all he has to give.

After a few moments, he pulls out of your mouth and pulls you to your feet. His mouth is on yours. His tongue invades your mouth and he devours you. You melt into him, knowing you've pleased him just as much as he's pleasured you.

"Now for your punishment, pretty girl. Disobedience cannot go unchecked. Otherwise, you'll quickly forget your place and lose respect for me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," you reply anxiously.

"Your safe words are 'yellow' for when you feel like you need things to slow down. And 'red' when you want things to stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Repeat your safe words." You do. "I'm going to take you in the bedroom and blindfold you. Behind my door is a St. Andrew's Cross. I'm going to tie you to it and use different implements to test you. Do you understand?"

"Implements, Sir?" you ask fearfully.

"Yes, precious. Implements: belt, riding crop, flogger. We will start slow. Do you consent?"

Fear flows through you. You want this but are afraid. How far will he go? What if you don't like it? What if you disappoint him again?

"Do you consent?" he asks again.

"Yes, Sir," you respond meekly.

He takes your hand and guides you to the bedroom. He closes the door for the first time and you see the cross.

Your excitement grows as he walks to the trunk at the foot of his bed. He pulls out a silk cloth, three belts of varying thickness with their buckles removed, two riding crops with flat leather heads, and a four-foot leather flogger. Your heartbeat grows faster as he approaches you with a serious look and the silk cloth in hand. He ties it around your eyes and guides you to the cross. He helps you step on the stirrups and then you feel him attach your ankles to the legs of the cross. He then takes your left arm and stretches it above your head and attaches it to the upper arm of the cross by the wrist. He does the same with your right arm and wrist. You test the restraints and find you're securely attached. You can wiggle and move slightly but there is no getting out. You catch your breath and wonder what's next.

Suddenly, a loud crack splits the air. For a moment, you thought he had struck you but you feel no pain and realize the implement cracked near your ear. You then feel the belt slowly drag across your flesh. Starting at your back, it slowly glides down. You lose yourself in the cool, supple feel of the leather. The belt strokes your ass and legs and you begin to think you could start to enjoy this. THWACK, the belt suddenly smacks against the flesh of your ass. You jerk and cry out in response. The first blow is followed by two more in quick succession. The blows are not hard. More stinging than painful.

"How's the pain, pretty girl?" he asks concerned.

"Good, Sir. It stings a little but I can take more," you respond confidently. He chuckles at your reply. You can't see him but you imagine him shaking his head with that goofy smile of his plastered across his face.

Your confidence is momentarily shaken by the next blow. This one is much harder than the others. But you are determined and he repeats the blow three more times, alternating cheeks. You feel the heat in your ass and imagine how red it must be.

He stops and you hear him walk away. After a few minutes, and with your anticipation growing into tension, you hear him behind you. You feel tendrils of leather flow over your skin. His fingers begin to probe your entrance and you are surprised to feel how wet you are. He begins to strike you and his fingers enter you. You feel his fingers curl and rub the inner walls of your clit. He continues to finger you with one hand while the other lightly drags the flogger across your neck and back. The combined sensations drive you to orgasm. "Please, Sir, may I cum?"

"Good girl. You may cum," he whispers in your ear as he relentlessly pushes you to your pleasure. You shake and call out and pull against your restraints as your body buckles in pleasure.

As you begin to come down, you feel him enter you. You are pushed up and against the soft leather encasing the cross. One hand grabs a breast as another lightly whips your back. He continues to fuck you. He drops the flogger and grabs both your hips and fucks you harder and harder.

You are pressed hard against the cross as you feel him fill you and stretch you. He fucks you harder and deeper and all you can do is stand there and let him use your body. The thought spurs another orgasm. "Sir, may.."

Your question is never finished as he growls, "Cum for me, my beautiful toy. Cum all you want but only for me." His pace impossibly increases and your body goes into overload. You let go and just let your body react to the exquisite pleasure of his fucking. You lose count and just ride the waves effortlessly. You don't even notice when he explodes inside of you. Your mind and body is floating as you feel yourself untied and the blindfold removed. Suddenly you are on your stomach on the bed and he is rubbing lotion into your ass as he peppers your skin with kisses.

You finally return to your senses and find yourself wrapped up against him. You savor the intertwined connection. You slowly untangle yourself and moved down his body. "What are you doing, pretty girl?" he asks as you engulf his flaccid rod in your mouth.

"What you instructed me to do," you smile as you remove his wet cock from your mouth. He pulls you up and to him as he kisses you deeply.

"Perfect," he mutters as he continues to cuddle and kiss you.

"Did I do good, Sir?" you ask hesitantly.

"You did amazingly," he responds and pulls you even closer. "Rest now, my little dream."