This holiday, I veer from my usual sweet romance storytelling and present my VIP readers with one of my darker short scenes entitled "Ease Me."
It's my gift dedicated to all the hard working front line workers as they help people during this difficult time. You are all much appreciated.
Now relax and enjoy this sinful little scene. Warning: explicit dialogue and sexuality follows. Reader discretion is advised.
Happy reading!
Sometimes the world around us
Delivers things we cannot change.
They are
Arduous and challenging.
But we can be patient and strong
And stay the course,
For we will get through every
challenge…
…As we find in this little intimate
encounter
Between Reagan, a personal support
worker,
And her fiancé Gavin
This is Ease Me
by AW Clarke
“What a garbage day!”
The door collides with a crash
behind me. I struggle to get my jacket off and show it no mercy as my right
hand launches it to the ground instead of hanging it neatly in the closet like
I normally do. I kick off my shoes with a huff and storm into the kitchen
feeling my world shrink around me, the walls of reality closing in on me like a
plastic bag being sucked of air between it and my skin.
“Hey sweetheart. What’s wrong?”
My fiancé instantly picks up on my temperament
and steps into the kitchen from his office. He has the day off from his
practice and quickly leaves his paperwork to check up on me.
“Reagan. Talk to me, sweetie. Are
you alright?”
I stop and turn about, wanting to
step into his arms and cry, but the world of anxiety sloshing about in my head
has me fall into a nearby chair and cradle my head in my hands.
“I had a horrible day.”
Gavin pulls a chair up beside me and
raises a warm hand to my shoulder.
“Baby, what happened? Was it work,
friends or family?”
“Work.”
“Ahh. Work.” I catch Gavin’s slow
nod as I raise my head.
“Yes. I’m telling you. I hate this
goddam job!” I make two fists, unable to fleet the anxiety racing through me,
and Gavin frowns as they tremble almost uncontrollably.
“No you don’t. You love your job as
a personal support worker.”
“Well, not today.”
“Well, Vent away, sweetheart. I’m
listening.”
For as long as we’ve dated, Gavin
has always been a gentle soul. He’s come to know me so well that he can read me
long before a single word leaves my lips. I don’t know if it’s his knowledge of
the human body, being the city’s best chiropractor. Or it might just be the
fact that he has this rare ability to peer into someone’s eyes and gauge their
feelings so swiftly… Whatever it is, he’s been a blessing in my life.
Gavin is, among other things, my rock.
I open up when his eyes pierce mine,
settling me with his presence.
“Well, since the world went amuck
with what’s been going on, my client has been extra sour with me. He’s been
frustrated with all the new protocols and today he blew up at me, telling me
his just wanted to be left alone to die. I know Mr. Granze is frustrated… We
all are… But he doesn’t have to yell at me like what I’m doing has no value!”
I feel my heart calm as Gavin takes
my hands. He always lets me finish a few sentences before holding me. I know
I’m a strange bird. My problem is, I hide my feelings deep down and can’t talk
about them easily. So when things reach the boiling point, I tremble and fall
apart, much like now at the kitchen table.
But I feel the warm touch of his big
hands on mine, and suddenly I can breathe a little calmer…speak a little more
rationally.
“I just don’t think I can take it
anymore.”
Gavin lifts my eyes with his and
reads my desperation instantly. He follows with his own kind-hearted remedy.
“Well, what do you think would fix
this problem? You know you’re an amazing worker, so clearly, the problem is not
you.”
I sit pensively, trying to sort
possible answers to my predicament. After a long quiet moment, I answer. “I
think…maybe management should have a visit with him. Let him know that we are
all working hard to get through this difficult time…and that he should be
patient?”
I look to Gavin for his input and
his eyes soften in approval. He nods slowly.
“I think you solved the problem on
your own very well, sweetheart. Tomorrow morning you will email Mia in
management and ask her to speak to him so he knows you’re doing your best. I
know you entered this field to help people, and I applaud your patience. Sadly,
no one saw this coming and we all have to be patient until we see it through.
How’s that sound?”
I let out a fractured breath, trying
to dissipate the tension in my chest.
“Yes. That will be fine. You think
it’s the right thing to do?”
Gavin runs a hand along my arm
before giving it a reassuring tap.
“Whatever you decide is right for
you will always be the right thing to do.”
My heart glows to a slow warmth and
I lean in to hug him tight.
Gavin has a way with words that has always found a path to my
soul. Even after accepting his marriage proposal not long ago, nothing he’s
said to me eve gets old…
…The goofy jokes that only I seem to find funny. The thoughtful
ideas that pop into his head make me enjoy how incredibly intelligent he is.
But most of all, I look at the little tattoo on my wrist as
he holds my hand and instantly I remember what I love most about Gavin. The
little triangle tattoo represents the three things he shares with me everyday
that makes me melt and love him so hard.
His captivating eyes,
His thoughtful words
And His tender touch… soothing, supportive and
unbelievably affectionate.
Gavin lifts me from my seat with a big hand.
“You feel better baby?”
I nod silently.
“Good. Let me go run you a bath.”
I smile in appreciation. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Gavin lifts a hand to my cheek and
cradles my jaw as he plants his lips softly on mine. I accept his kiss and
suddenly I feel much better than I did when I barged through the front door. I
look into my fiancé’s eyes after our lips meet and I raise my hand to his cheek
in return.
This is our little code...
Months ago, we delved into the Lifestyle, and quickly
discovered wonderful ways to show our love to each other. Gavin’s eyes remained
soft as he watched my pupils grow wide with a sudden desire to seek the restful
relief of subspace.
It’s been far too long at work, laboring thorough the futile
demands of my frustrated client for me to enjoy any intimate time with my
fiancé. But this afternoon, my soulmate and Dom has politely asked for some
time to free me from my gruelling obligations of work, and I am certainly going
to give it to him. For what he does to me in return… experiencing one of his
many ways of freeing me with his touch, brings me into a most blissful state of
freedom.
I cannot say no. It’s been far too long. And I am far too
horny…
A wave of curious and eager nerves pricks
my body as I look at him.
“What do you
have in mind, Sir?”
Instantly, Gavin’s voice creeps down
an octave. His voice goes guttural and captivates me.
“A bath. Then a little pampering…
All under my control, of course.”
I smile. “And subspace?”
“Forced.”
“Ooh.” My mouth opens and I bite my
lip, eager and anxious, knowing there will be some sort of bondage.
Ever since reading about the
lifestyle, I’ve been thrilled that Gavin has embraced my newfound kink… being
there to take control from me on the occasions that I want to free my mind of
all obligation, and just hang there in a quiet state of serenity.
Isolated
from everything around me. Floating in a sea of calm, heightened only by the
forces of arousal… that is, satisfied by the primal affections that my body
creates on its own when awakened. I submit to them without thought, and float
away.
Pure.
Fucking. Paradise…
“Let me undress you after I run your
bath. I’ll be right back.”
I ease up in my chair and watch as
my fiancé turns on His heels and rolls the sleeves of his crisp white dress
shirt up his forearms. His ass is perfect in those dark denim jeans I bought him
for his birthday. He never asks for anything, yet always delivers me the solace
I need.
I hear the taps twist open and water
crashes against bottom of the soaker tub. Looking at Gavin crouched at the tub,
I see his open palm ensure the water is just hot enough for my liking while his
other hand squeezes a bottle of bubble bath into the stream.
“We will let that fill.” Gavin walks
back to me, his hands still wet. “Up please. Let’s get you out of those
clothes.”
“I can do it,” I respond, not
feeling so sexy after a particularly agonizing day’s work.
Gavin twists his head slightly, a
subtle air of command strewn across his face. I instantly understand and play
along. The scene has begun, and I relinquish control.
I am His.
Gently, Gavin peels off my blouse,
sliding each sleeve down my arms with a Master’s warm touch. Instantly, I smell
the exotic bath scents of vanilla, patchouli oil and leather on His damp arms
and smile at just how well He can set the mood for my pampering. He removes my
pants and kneels so I may lift my feet from them. Once down to my
undergarments, He stands behind me and unlatches my bra and slips it off,
freeing my breasts from a long day of stuffy restraint. Slowly, my panties slip
off and Gavin then leads me to the washroom where He offers me His hand and I
take it, carefully stepping into my bath.
“Ahhh. So hot. Thank you Sir.”
“My pleasure, sweet.”
I close my eyes for a long minute,
letting my body ease into the hot scented bath. Instantly, my workday is
deleted from memory as I give in to my fiancé’s thoughtful gestures of
attention. Opening my eyes, they land on Gavin, who has is back to me, watching
me through the mirror with a bare smile. He unbuttons His shirt and removes it,
revealing the beautiful detail in His sculpted back. I draw my legs together
under a cloak of bubbles, the heat of the bath complimenting the joy of the
view in front of me.
Gavin steps over and takes a seat on
the tiled edge of the tub behind me. Two warm hands land on the nape of my neck
and massage away the tension under my skin with a slow, firm knead. His digits
move slow and strong, with the perfect pressure, rubbing me from collar bone to
shoulder with a dedicated focus that reminds me of His love and respect.
I growl quietly. Gavin usually calls
it a purr. He can tell when I’m falling captive to His touch. The man knows
just how to soothe my body under His hands. I lift a leg up along the other,
enjoying every sensation that floats amid the heat surrounding me, and He sees
my knee crest the water’s surface, covered in bubbles.
“Baby feeling better?”
“Mmm. Much, Sir.”
His hands disappear under the water
and run along my arms, teasing my body with just a taste of His grip. He then
lifts them from the bath and dries them off on a nearby towel before they
disappear into my hair. With hands splayed deep in my locks, Gavin massages my
scalp with perfect skill. Every finger glides along my head, melting away the
remaining tension I’ve carried with me until now. The quick slip into such a
relaxed state surrenders me to His total control for the rest of the evening.
And I’m quite looking forward to it.
Minutes later, Gavin offers me a
hand and I step out of the tub, a light steam rising from my redden skin after
a wonderful scorching bath.
My Dom stands me by the mirror and
towels me off, ensuring no square inch of skin is left wet. I sneak a look at
His body in the mirror, crouching down and running the towel gingerly along
each leg, the muscles in His arms and back flexing slightly as He towels me
off.
Fuck he’s hot.
My eyes rise in the mirror to regard
my own body. Before I can ever contemplate a single moment of doubt and
distrust in my looks, Gavin always reassures me that I never need to disbelieve
myself. I watch as He drops the towel and stands behind my body, legs apart. He
exhales a moment then wraps His arms around me, nuzzling His nose close to my
neck, and inhales my warm scent.
What Gavin does next always reassures me just how beautiful He
finds me. His head lifts slightly from its hang into my neck, and His beautiful
dark eyes instantly find mine in the mirror and He smiles with a primal grin,
whispering a single word that cements His revered attraction to me and only me.
“Fuck….”
Gavin is a mature, sensible,
respectful man. He has His goofy moments, which I adore. But never is he vulgar.
Yet whenever He wishes to court me with His thoughts, that single lewd word
tells me that His more rapacious feelings are at my doorstep, ready to consume
me.
And I absolutely love it…
Gavin takes me by the hand and spins
me on my heels, pinning me to the tiled wall. He presses His lips on mine and I
melt. Our lips dance as He presses into me, the feel of the firm bulge in His jeans
prevalent as He cages me with His arms at my sides.
He pulls back and quickly laces my
mouth with a single quick kiss, making me lean forward, and leaves me hanging
for more.
That was naughty...
Gavin’s teases have begun, whisking
away His romantic side and leaving in its place an edgier Dominant, eager to
ruffle up my curiosities and inhibitions with more brash mental foreplay.
“This way,” He growls, pointing to
the doorway between our bedroom and washroom.
I come to stand in front of Him and
His eyes stare down for a moment before extending His hand for mine. I take
hold and He helps me to my knees. At a new vantage point, I can see the top of
His jeans, held in place by a snugly fitted black leather belt. As He unbuckles
it, I can’t help but reach for the top of His pants, ready to pull them down
and take Him in my mouth.
“No baby,” He responds sternly,
pushing my hands away. “It is not about me today.”
Gavin paces backwards and continues
to slide the belt from His pant loops. He folds the belt over, keeping the
buckle buried in His hand and steps behind me. Amid the silence, He winds up,
and lands the belt across my warm cheeks with a snap, making me flinch giddily.
I bite my lip knowing my Dom is up to no good…
He steps away and a drawer slides
open. From it, I hear a clang, and suddenly, He falls to His knees behind me
with a thud. Seconds later, my arms are no longer at my sides. Instead, they
have been placed behind my back, drawn close together, and the slow ratcheting
clinks of steel handcuffs secure my wrists just above my tailbone.
Gavin gets up and slowly steps
around me, staring me down with a playful yet sinister grin. From behind His person,
He reveals my black suede collar, the one He chose for me when we entered the
Lifestyle, and dangling at its center chrome loop, he has latched the key to
the handcuffs. He leans forward and gently secures the collar around my neck
and steps back for a moment, evaluating my acceptance.
Gavin then grabs a fistful of my
hair and forcefully ravages my lips with His, anchoring me in place.
“That’s better. Now, I will take a
shower. You will stay here until I am done. Then I will move you onto the bed
and take care of you.”
“Yes Sir.” A smile lines my reply as
I watch Him turn about and remove His pants before stepping into the shower.
Kneeling there isn’t easy while He washes.
As the clouds of steam cling to the stall glass I feel myself get wet watching
His hands lather every inch of muscle on His body. The voyeur in me wants to
see more. But the lover in me wants Him out of that shower and against my
willing body…
His shower takes longer than I can
stand to wait for, but soon the taps are closed. Gavin’s tall frame steps out
of the shower and He reaches for a towel. Drying himself off, He not once looks
at me… part of His tease, as Dom. And it’s working far too well. Being confined
to kneeling position, just a few feet away from a tasty physique is torture.
But the only think keeping me patient is knowing just how much he’s confessed
to adoring me and my curves since the first time He laid eyes on me.
What a handsome man, both inside and
out. And finally, He approaches…
Coming to stand mere inches from me,
I lift my head to His content gesture.
“Good girl. You’ve waited just like
I asked…” My Dom continues to dry himself off, finishing at His arms and broad
shoulders.
I lower my head and lock eyes on His
cock. Instantly, I imagine it inside me, working me over until I moan and cum.
But soon He towels off His crotch without letting me get close enough for a
taste.
“Here,” He whispers. “I missed a
spot.” Gavin cradles His hand around the back of my head and very gently leads
me forward toward the spot just below His abs and above His cock, right in the
middle of that extraordinary “V” of sculpted muscle that marks the sides of His
waist.
My tongue slides out and licks the
last few drops of water off His body.
Mmmm. His taste. The blissful
texture of virile skin with a hint of sandalwood body wash. I slowly lap up the
last few spots of wetness from below His abs, all the while wanting more than
anything to visit the several inches right below my chin that are still covered
with His towel.
Bastard tease…
“Enough. On your feet.”
“Yes Sir.”
I rise to a standing position and He
tosses the towel over the shower stall glass.
There he exists, in handsome form, from His neatly kempt
beard to His wonderfully defined legs and everything in between.
Gavin teases me by leaning in,
making me beg to feel the touch of His skin. But instead of a kiss, His lips
edge close to my ear and grunt a query with a low rumble.
“Are you ready?”
Before I can answer, a warm hand
grazes my belly and slithers down to my core, cupping my glistening pussy. I
keep my head down, my cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and guilt. But
when I see Gavin smile out of the corner of my eye, a tiny grin comforts me.
“This way.”
Gavin points to our bed and watches
as I turn and pace over. I can feel His eyes coat my naked body with greedy
intent. Before turning to head to the bed, I catch sight of His cock, stiff and
ready to be put to use. But if I remember correctly, Gavin said he’d be
focussing on me tonight.
I wonder just how He will be
doing that…
“On the bed.”
“Yes Sir.”
I crawl onto the bed, balancing
carefully near its edge on my knees, my arms still imprisoned behind me.
“Good,” my Dom assures. He disappears
into our walk-in closet and moments later returns with a silver necktie in
hand. I remember getting Him that necktie for His birthday. He told me it
became His favorite because later the night of His birthday I gave myself to
him, and we made love well into the night on this bed.
“Tonight is all about you, sweet.” Gavin
whispered, standing just behind me on the bed, my ankles dangling off the edge.
“Tonight I will tease your senses, and take away every worry and concern that
plagued you. Tonight I will bring you a tranquil subspace, where you can be
free from any obligation, and find the perfect release.”
I return a slow nod, ready to obey
His direction, eager to surrender myself to my incredibly sensual Dom.
Seconds later, I see two hands lower
in front of my head, slowly drawing His silver tie across my eyes. He secures
it gently behind my head and soon darkness blankets my sight. Having one of my
senses disabled immediately heightens the others, and my body instinctively
finds itself in a state of tension and curiosity.
“Humble position.”
As soon as I hear the command, I sit
back on my calves and await His assistance. Soon, I feel the strength of his
touch grasp my shoulders and lower me forward onto the bed. My senses magnify
once again, feeling the uneasy sensation of falling forward at a snail’s pace.
Carefully, Gavin rests me chest-down on our bed, the feel of soft, familiar
linens comforting my body. He helps my head to the side for comfort and wriggle
about to get relaxed.
“Beautiful.”
The utterance of a single word, and
I know my Dom is pleased thus far. I now lay in Humble position for him, chest
down, ass up, legs spread slightly, and wrists restrained behind my back for
added allure.
I hear Him pace around the bed,
likely scanning my naked body at all angles. Gavin has mentioned to me
countless times how pretty He finds me, whether dressed up, chilling in
pyjamas, or in the nude. Knowing how much He loves me just the way I am gives
me the confidence to believe in myself when I feel inadequate. His words have
always soothed me. His shows of affection… the little gestures at random times
of the day, have shown me that I’m someone he’s in a constant state of
admiration with. And I know it so much, that it’s had me believe in myself to
no end!
The footsteps are heard from one ear
across to the other, until I hear the slow drag of a chair directly behind me.
He sits in the old wooden chair and I hear it creak as He eases back.
“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”
His words are growled, barely
audible, and laced with mischievous appreciation.
I can tell he’s looking at my ass.
I’ve never been comfortable with my butt. It’s not smaller like that of a slender
supermodel. But Gavin has a very hard time keeping His hands off it. In fact,
there have been times when he’s randomly texted me tiny poems about each of my
body parts, particularly the ones I’m most self-critical of. From my belly to
my butt, he’s wrapped each of my insecure features in a secure embrace of
pleasing words. I’ve grown to love the little poems, and respect my body more
than I thought I ever could.
Gavin’s words and respect have
brought me peace with my own doubts. For that, I will love Him back forever.
For that, I surrender myself to His every quiet kink and desire. And because of
how He’s transformed my confidence, I will never deny Him the sights He seeks,
the touch He reaches for, and the warmth He values…
…all of them, mine.
Soon, my thoughts quieten to
complete silence, and I feel extraordinarily naked, wearing only handcuffs, a
tie around my eyes, and a choker around my neck.
Right about now, my Dom is likely
admiring how (as he’s stated many times) the shape of my legs rise beautifully
to meet the curve of my perfect round butt, a gentle divot at its center,
having my legs spread open for Him to gorge on every inch of bare detail in
between.
Seconds later I am right. He lifts
from the chair and steps over to admire me up close. My sense of touch is
amplified to the max… waiting for what seems like an eternity in darkness, for
some indication of His presence. It is then that a single finger of His lands just
behind my ankle and I flinch, every nerve on my body registering in unison, the
indication of contact.
His finger, warm and direct, glides slow
and erect up my leg. It trails up my calf, then edges the outside of my knee
before grazing my outer thigh and finally edging ever so slowly over my one
cheek, resting just above my tailbone.
Fuck! This man has a way with
touch!
As His finger lifts from my body, it
responds with an ache for more. Instantly, my core heats and my lips glisten
with the desire to be played with. Touched. Kissed. Penetrated. Anything…
“Do you like my touch?” He voices,
from behind.
“Yes.”
Suddenly, a hand lands across my
butt.
“What’s that?”
“Yes Sir.”
“That’s better.”
He edges near me and I feel His digits
graze my cheek. I love both sides of my fiancé. He is always sensitive, caring
and gentle. But when we are connected like this, He has my permission to be
forceful, and edge out the unexpected and unknown, for my immense pleasure.
His fingers continue to rub my soft
skin until a single finger rests just outside my mouth.
“Open.”
I edge my lips and let His masterful
finger enter. Eager to taste Him again, in my heightened state of emotion, I
suckle His digit slow and sensuously, enjoying the simple yet powerful
connection He brings me when we play sensory deprivation.
I never know what He will do next.
And the fresh efforts Gavin puts into pleasing me is priceless.
“Alright. That’s enough. Time to
relax you.”
A flurry of thoughts enters my mind
once His finger slips from my mouth. There are so many ways He can have His way
with me right now. But I always trust Him, both to be careful with me and to
please me.
And the man always delivers…
Suddenly, I hear the squirt of
massage oil hit His hands as He stands back up.
His hands soon
land open-palmed on my upper arms, massaging the slight tension out of them
caused by the restraint of the handcuffs. Slow and steady, His hands travel
down my arms, past my elbows, kneading my wrists gingerly around the steel
cuffs until He has my hands in his, rubbing the open palms of my hands with His
talented fingertips.
My Dom moves from my hands up to my
neck, rubbing the warm massage oil into every inch of skin. Breath by breath, I
exhale, leading my body into a deeper state of relaxation. Gavin takes all the
time He desires to make His way slowly down my spine until He reaches my spread
globes. Every few seconds I feel a slight haste in His movements, but He slows
His motions back down.
I know
this sign very well…
It’s exactly how He responds whenever I tease
His to the point He can no longer control Himself around me. Knowing He is on
the brink of ravaging me to His satisfaction is beyond hot. He drinks in my
body with His eyes, and the beauty He’s professed to find in me makes me know
He wants to binge on more.
Oh, the thoughts and words this man
has shared with me…
…Yet I know
he’s trying His best to hold it together while pleasing me tonight…
His hands then leave me and He steps
back.
“I have a new toy for you.”
Ohhh…. I’m curious if it’s the
one I told Him I’d like to get next. The C-shaped one with twin motors I showed
Him at the adult novelty store last week. It’s pink and pretty and…
Buzzz….
The low rumble of a vibrating motor
cuts the silence in the room, and still blindfolded, I can’t see a thing.
Suddenly, I feel the gentle touch of not one, but two points of pressure
lightly press against the small of my back.
He remembered!
I feel the two smooth tips of the
C-shaped vibrator trail down over my tailbone and disappear. My Dom is such a
tease. He knows that I love touch. But to linger touch, then take it away, is
torture!
Fuck!
His hand finds my tushy once again.
He swirls His open palm about my cheeks, warming me, as if to warn more touch
is on the way…
There I lay, secure under His presence,
yet captive in the darkness of unknown, senses heightened amid fierce sexual
tension, bearable by the state of relaxation at His hands and voice. The back
and forth of His play upon me is pure mastery. Yet insane…
My Dom’s hand creeps down between my
spread legs, and suddenly cups my pussy and ass, issuing a firm squeeze, almost
lifting me off the bed as His hand applies greedy pressure to my most wet and
sensitive core.
Arhhh…Fuck!
“Please. Sir…”
Gavin softens His grip and
oscillates His fingers, back and forth, on my clit, nudging me into a climb
that will see me coming apart sooner than later at His command.
A satisfied giggle leaves the pit of
His lungs and rumbles lowly behind me. He knows I am primed and ready.
The sound of the vibrator draws
close, trailing up my inner thigh, electrifying my nerves to the point I can’t
hide the tremble in my legs. I try desperately to calm my body with slow, deep
breaths and wait…
Finally, the new toy slips inside
me, edging slowly into place. One half of it nestles neatly in my pussy,
delivering perfect pulses of arousal against my inner wall, not far from my
G-spot. The other end rests firmly outside, against my clit, its soft pulsating
lobe tickling me with a relentless enthusiasm.
Oh. My. God…
This toy. My bound position. My
Dom’s hands. This will all be my end tonight! A perfectly devised scene of
submission to relax me, then a slow build to forced orgasm. I don’t know how
long I’ll be able to maintain control of myself…
And seconds later, the blissful climb gets real…
If my toy isn’t enough to blaze a trail toward my release,
Gavin helps lead me there with His skillful hands. With oiled palms, He once
again connects with me, starting at the soles of my feet, trailing a single
finger along each foot, tickling me.
He knows I hate being tickled. Fucker!
I flinch and wriggle about.
His big hand lands across my ass, the wicked spank settling
me into submission. My chest heaves, startled into obedience. I quickly tune
into His touch in the darkness once again.
Two warm hands grasp at the backs of my heels, massaging them
deep, before cupping my calves, slithering slowly along their length until the
web of His palms nudge into the backs of me knees. I lift my ass up a little
higher and rock my hips, silently begging Him to continue His tactile assault
up my legs while letting the vibrator shift slightly about my stunned clit.
I pant, exhaling helplessly as my body is overcome with
stimulation while bound and blinded. My chest rises and falls against my bed as
I am taken by Gavin’s hypnotic actions, quickly climbing to that perfect
pinnacle of pleasure…
His hands slide up the backs of my legs and dig deep into my
butt cheeks, switching from firm massages to barely felt drags of His fingertips,
swirling about random and opposing locations on my legs, ass and lower back.
I can’t take this anymore...
“May I cum Sir.?”
“No.”
Mmmm fuck…
I pant harder, my chest heaving and my hands in fists,
fighting to tear apart the chain that links my handcuffs.
“Sir. I must cum… Now…”
“Just a bit longer.”
Fuuuckkk!
My mind slams its focus on every single influence on my body
at this very moment, and I raise and lower my butt, tensing my trembling legs
to wriggle free as it’s all I can do to hold back what will be an extraordinary
release.
My Dom reaches forward and massages the back of my neck and
silences me with His words…
“Now focus… And…”
I picture every ounce of mindful energy dropping from my head
down to my core, and await His next word…
His other hand moves to cup my pussy once again, pressing the
wild little toy a little firmer against my sensitive lips, swirling its tip
around my swollen clit. And with a husky whisper I hear Him…
“Cum for me.”
“Gahhh!!”
Bliss…
In a single word, I shake about and fall freely over the
edge…cumming hard on the bed. My legs weaken and I kick out, clamping them
tight as I orgasm.
Waves of pleasure channel down my chest and belly, charging
my core and legs to spasm repeatedly. Slow percussions of adrenaline carry my
climax through its apex.
“Please.” I gasp, wriggling about on the bed, begging to be
uncuffed.
At once, Gavin fetches the key and releases me from the
restraint and I turn over. Once the blindfold is removed, I grab the back of
His head and pull Him in for a deep, mind-blowing kiss.
I smile at Him and giggle speechlessly. Before Gavin can say
anything, He watches my eyes fall closed, noticing that I’m still under the
effects of my new toy.
“Let me take care of that,” He whispers.
“Punishment position.”
I nod and assume my place on the bed, ass up, face down on a
pillow, and arms extended comfortably forward. I bend my knees, pointing my
feet straight up into the air, ready for His next doing…
With my clit overwhelmed, He pulls the toy out, giving my
tender spot a chance to cool off. But with my insides still ablaze, Gavin
instinctively tends to me, offering me one more blissful release.
He kneels behind me and teases my core with His tongue. A
single lick along my lips up along the crease of my cheeks and I feel the
scruff of His beard reassure me that he’s close and lewd and calculating.
Seconds later, two fingers slide inside me, plunging deep in
my glistening pussy as far as He can penetrate. Instantly, He begins a repeated
“come-here” curl of His digits, tapping my g-spot over and over as I close my
eyes and focus on another incredible wave building quickly inside me.
With calves hanging off the bed, arms stretched and body
inclined, a slight stress magnifies in my limbs, quickening the draw on my
nerves. As my g-spot continues to be percussed, the cumulative effects are more
intense than I can imagine, and I breath harder, and louder until…
“Gaaaah… Fuuuckk!”
I bite into my pillow and clench my fists. My legs clamp
together hard, trying to contain the waves that course through me. My mind
explodes into an irrational state of thoughtlessness. I float adrift on a sea
of subspace, carelessly lost in the titillating surges of indescribable, primal
exhilaration.
I take my time, second by second, to ride out every perfect
rush as it fleets away, leaving me soothed and peaceful and content beyond
words…
Gavin falls to my side, landing on
His chest, His arms tucked at His sides with an eager look of curiosity and
satisfaction in His gaze.
“You must be drained,” He smiles.
I look to His honest eyes, the dark,
molten hues circling His pupils captivating me.
“I am, sweetie.” I lift my hand to
His jaw and rub it, enjoying the feel of His beard, and trace a finger along
His soft lips.
Gavin takes my hand and massages it
gently, still connected to me by His sweet contemplation.
“Feeling better?”
I nod quietly and smile.
He draws me close and I hear the
smoothness of His voice through His chest as He cares for me after letting me
step away from the obligations of reality.
“Remember to try and have more good
days than bad days, sweetheart. It’s all you can do.”
I nod again, nuzzling into His chest.
“And any
time you have a bad day,
I will be
right here,
to take your
hand,
and ease you
away to a perfect place.”