Anything He wants

It’s been a long time since I last gave head, but my nerves dissipate fast. He is so taut and tasty everything I have missed in a man. I swallow him down, sliding my mouth right down his length like the greedy woman I have become. He moans from above me, using his hand to guide my head up and down him. Hearing his encouraging noises I press my lips down to his soft, dark hair. He more than fills my throat and I feel myself beginning to gag, tears collecting in my eyes and yet I bloody love it. I haven’t been this gratuitous for years. I push myself down further and stay there for as long as I can, before allowing myself up for air.

His face is ecstatic as I head back down his hard length. I can’t wait to have him inside my sex. I can already feel how hot and wet I am for him. Still on my hands and knees, I work up and down him, building my desire with the pace. As the momentum develops, Blake holds my hair and starts to fuck my mouth. He makes short, insistent thrusts into me as he takes control. I stare up at him as best I can as he uses my throat. His expression is delicious. I have to have him now.

I pull away, still on all fours, gasping for breath.

“Now where are you going?” he asks me darkly.

Beyond caring how desperate I sound, I try to appeal to his testosterone-filled yearning.

“Please sir, can I have your cock inside my pussy now?”

He smiles, clearly enjoying being in charge. I hope he realizes how bloody erotic it is for me too!

“Perhaps, since you asked so nicely Sara… but only when I say so…”

He stands, loosening his black tie and stripping off his white shirt, dropping the latter just in front of my face. The appetizing smell of him reaches my face in a goading wave. As he walks around my body to the bed, he slaps my ass, making me turn and yelp.

“Follow me, Sara… But stay on your hands and knees…”

He seats himself on the edge of the large, king-size bed and beckons me over with one finger. I smile, knowing this should be a humiliation, but feeling completely insatiable. I follow his instructions, crawling towards him like a hungry animal; somehow utterly empowered by the role play.

As I approach he pats his lap, gesturing for me to come to him. I do so willingly, but as I try to climb up to straddle him again, he halts me with one large hand.

“Not yet,” he says his voice a deep, husky whisper. “First I need to punish you for this infidelity. You know how wrong it is to fuck the butler whilst your husband is just downstairs in the hotel, don’t you?”

I stare at him uncertainly, biting my lip… not knowing what to say. He’s right of course, this is entirely wrong. I should be ashamed or at least guilt-ridden and yet deep, overwhelming desire for this man overshadows any other emotions… As I consider how to respond, his cock throbs impatiently by my head. The urge to reach out and hold it makes me feel giddy.

“…But sir I want you so much. Please fuck me?” God, I am so desperate for him.

“Oh, I’m going to Sara,” he says, voice full of authority, “but I am going to spank that pretty little behind for you first. Stand up and lock the door.”

I swallow hard. This isn’t what I had expected. I have heard about women who enjoy being spanked and have always considered the idea to be a little off-the-wall. And yet now, kneeling in front of Blake, the idea seems less than crazy. After all, I do deserve to be punished, don’t I…?

“Sara?”

Blake’s voice is scorching and burns right through me.

“Yes, sir?”

“Lock the door and get over my knee. Now.”

I stop thinking and allow my dripping desire to decide for me. Rising from the floor I dash to the door, enabling the internal lock just in case then I turn and walk back towards him. I am full of nerves by the time I reach his lap. I stand to his right side and consider what’s about to happen.

He looks up at me, still smiling, and points to his legs.

“Down,” he says quietly.

I drape myself over his lap, my left arm grazing his hardness as I descend. As my head falls, my hair collects in a dark pile on the carpet in front of me. I have never been so vulnerable and exposed before. I shiver with anticipation. Will it hurt? Can I take it?

“Put your hands behind your back,” he orders sensually, his voice still that dark whisper.

Saying nothing, I do as I am told. It’s not exactly comfortable, and yet, being this way makes the whole thing feel so erotic… I hear small sounds from above me and strain my head to see what’s going on. I just see Blake pulling his tie from around his neck and then feel him using it to secure my wrists together. The bonds are not tight, but the idea of being tied does things to me. Things that I never expected to feel… I squirm over his lap, unable to hide the delicious mixture of anxiety and arousal bubbling inside me.

“Hold still, Sara,” he says and lands a small blow onto myoned buttocks.

I yelp and try to become a statue across his hard legs. He lands a quick succession of small smacks on my behind. They don’t hurt, but the idea that I am being punished by a stranger drives me crazy. Embarrassed shame and yearning surge through me, sending color into all four of my cheeks. As he spanks me, Blake’s words goad me;

“Why are you being punished, Sara?”

I swallow hard; too mortified to reply. A sharp swat to my right buttock helps me find my voice.

“I’ve been very naughty, sir,” I say, hoping this is the right answer.

“Yes, you have, beautiful,” he says, caressing my hot behind, “and…?”

“…And I’ve just given head to a gorgeous man who is not my husband, sir…” I say, enjoying the role-play, even from this bizarre angle.

He chuckles lightly.

“Mmmm, yes you did,” he says as though musing out loud.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

He traces that delicate finger across my behind sliding it down past my anus and into the wet folds of my hungry slit. I groan out of some desperate reflex to have him there.

“And now you’re being spanked over his lap… And soon… very soon… he’s going to screw you all over this expensive suite…” “Yes, sir,” I say, breathless again.