He crawls to me. Lovely big eyes, shining, watching as he slowly inches across the cool tile floor. I gently, tauntingly tug at his chain, urging him forward.

Beckoning him closer to me, I make him kiss my feet.

“Kiss them.” I demand. He knows what “them” refers to. He gently bends down,  honoring my toes with a light brush against his supple lips. I feel the tingle emanating from the contact. He is mine for tonight.

“Enough. Lie down on your back.” I hear a breathy Yes, Miss, in response to my order. My attention goes to shackling him in; his arms and legs get restrained to the four poster bed. I allow him his vision for tonight, for I want him to see me challenge him. Besides, his eyes are just too sexy. I smile to myself.

I see the question in his face, but I do not answer it. Slipping off my panties and heels, I crawl on top of my exposed, vulnerable man. I crouch above his head, hovering my lips inches from his. He wants it.

“Please Miss, may I lick your vulva?” he asks, timidly. He knows I like the v word because it amuses me. Plus, it’s fucking correct.

“You may, since you asked nicely, pet.” I crouch a little lower for contact, holding onto the wall as he explores me with his tongue. I bite my lip, keeping quiet and in control. Soon his face glistens from my juices on his cheeks.  Right before I begin to desire penetration, I change positions, getting back onto the floor to grab my riding crop.

His face, sticky and sweet, pales as he eyes my crop warily. He knows better than to speak out. I don’t intend to hurt him, but rather I mean to push his limits a tad, for he needs to learn to fully trust his domme.

“Do you want to feel this crop?” I ask.

“Yes, Miss.” His eyes have hesitation shining in them. I imagine a bead of sweat dripping down from his brow. I let him wait, allowing anticipation build his excitement and fear far more effectively than I could have achieved by rushing him. I pace slowly around the bed, watching my pet like the seductive predator that I am.

To be continued…

While being watched by others, my guy cheekily trails a finger along my body, admiring it himself. Anyone can see he is aroused, as his trunks don’t leave much to the imagination. I sizzle underneath his touch, allowing him full access on our exhibitionist event.I tilt my head back; my sunglasses hide my closed eyes and I part my mouth, half because of the stifling heat and half because he is teasing me so. He watches me moisten my dry lips, and surely imagines doing the same.

My beach towel isn’t big enough for the both of us; he sands up his legs and mine as he wriggles, adjusting his trunks as he straddles my body. His lips taste like salt and sweat when they touch my tongue. I tease his open mouth until he swallows me whole, enveloping my lips with his. His arm lifts my back off the ground in an arch that presses against him; my muscles straining to maintain the touch I crave.

The hazy sunset shines onto our dripping bodies. Our slick and sticky limbs cling to each other in a playful show of emotions and intentions. Already topless, I untie his trunks to catch up to his playful eagerness. As I grab onto his thick cock to stroke him, his sights are set on my hidden, swollen clitoris. He shifts to crouch beside me, giving me full access; I rub my hand along his thick penis, teasing his glans with my thumb. I spread open my thighs to his touch; his finger greets my clit with gentle swirls of stimulation.

He wins our teasing tournament with a slight flick of a finger; he inserts his index into my vagina to distract me. I concede his victory with the stillness of my hand on him, but he doesn’t mind. Now there is no going back. I know what he wants from me, and he knows how to get it. Deftly working his hand, he intrigues until I burst, leaving a wet trail trickle onto the sandy towel where it creates a damp spot. This is no mean feat and we lie back with contented sighs. I make a mental note to massage his poor, sore hand later. xoxo

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