Submission to Him Part 2 (cont)

"Once inside, she walked on the Italian tile flooring, her heels clicking in slow motion, she paused, her silhouette dark against the city lights that sparkled outside the large glass windows. She relaxed, her bag was in the chair, a leg crooked and a shoe fell to the floor ... the soft thud resonated in the silence."

Looking up, you were standing in the doorway, watching me. Glasses in hand, gazing at me, undressing me and I felt a burning trailing from my neck to the center of my pussy. Handing me a glass of deep red wine, you took a seat, leaving me to stand in your view. With the click of a remote, the space filled with erotic music. I listened as the melody crept deep inside, filling me with sensual thoughts, as I looked your way.

In the dark, I heard you speak words that struck my soul ...
"Say you want me to take control. Say you want to learn what it means to have total command. Of yourself, of your body, of your pleasure, and of your partner."
"Dance for me", you said more directly. It wasn't a command, but more like a desire of controled pleasure.

It was for him, that I danced. I moved with the sensual beat, swaying hips, twirling on the balls of my toes, caressing my breasts, sliding hands to my thighs, all the while, keeping a connection to you. Anticipating your gaze, that smile that appeared, and a want. I came closer, bending in front of you, teasing with a peek of my breast straining against the fabric of my dress. Slowly, nearing you, I circled the chair... letting you feel the silkiness of my hair as it crossed your shoulders... and I whispered in your ear... "The pleasure is mine, to dance for you, good Sir."

You opened your legs and I entered, lowering myself to your center. Raising the glass to my lips, I let the wine moisten my mouth, running my tongue across my lips, watching your eyes alight with interest. "Take out my cock," you gestured with a way of your hand. As I released your belt, unbuttoned your pants, and slowly slide the zipper down... I felt your hard cock taking shape beneath the fabric. A shift in your position, gave me the room to move closer. I reached in, letting my fingers search and feel your cool skin, then a wetness from your cock as I wrapped my hand around you to pull you free. Tracing fingers ran up and down the length of your hard shaft, flirting with the underside of the head... the contours, the thick vein that pulsed under my touch, and I inhaled the sex of you.

"Yes, my pet, that feels good," as you reached for my face, lightly caressing my cheek, you pulled me closer, your voice now husky. "I want you to experience the taste of me, tease me with your tongue, mark me for your appetite, but not to make me cum. I have a plan for you, my sweet pet."

Your cock was not all the way exposed, but I licked my lips, and let my tongue explore you as my hands had. I closed my eyes, letting my imagination run with the touch of your hot shaft against my mouth, the pulsing of the vein, under my tongue was delicious. I took your head into my mouth, savoring the feel, the width and the nectar of your pre-cum. I stroked up, drawing you into me, breathing slowly, sucking as my tongue lapped against you.

I felt your thighs against my shoulders tighten, then release as your position changed with my body. The music in my ears, carried me away and I was yours in the moment. Your hands held my hair, gently to one side, guiding me, pulling me toward you, pausing, releasing the tension between us. I paused, only to sip some wine, holding it between my lips, I raised my head to take your cock back into my mouth. The wetness around your cock in my mouth, was refreshing, feeling exhilarated, that I was pleasuring you.

Then... you released me.
I leaned back on my legs... licking my lips in the mere light of the night, connecting once again with your eyes, awaiting your response. My glass sat by my side... now empty. You rose from the chair, picked up my glass without a pause, as you headed back to the kitchen.... I heard the tinkle of glasses, as they came in contact with the marble countertop.

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