Jane moves away from the computer with a bit more quickness than usual, thinking of her task set before her, lips forming into a soft grin as she moves about the bedroom in her nightly routine. As she looks down at her drab yet oh so comfortable pajamas, she thinks perhaps tonight she will sleep in the nude. Yes, John would definitely enjoy finding her laid out on the bed; her alabaster skin against the dark navy sheets would be perfect. She quickly moves to the bathroom, stripping off her clothes in swift movements. Once in the bathroom she brushes her teeth, runs a brush through her hair and winks at her reflection before pivoting and returning to the bed. Feeling a bit excited and frisky she does a jump and dive routine onto the bed, laughing softly to herself.
Calming down a bit, she lies on her stomach. Different thoughts filter through her mind, as emotions creep up on her so she has no idea where they came from until she suddenly is slightly overwhelmed with them. Remembering her task she starts to imagine what it would be like if John was in the room. Feeling his presence looming close, her body goes still. Every nerve and muscle seemingly frozen as anticipation mounts. She senses his powerful and controlling aura moving closer. Her heart beats inside her chest, and it sounds like a giant drum in her minds ear. She licks her lips slowly as she imagines him kneeling on the bed, and his hands make first contact around her ankles. Taking in a deep breath she smiles, as his fingers softly caress up her calves, then softly tickles the back of her knees. She grins and lets out a soft whimpering chuckle. His hands continue up her thighs, fingers softly yet deftly work up her supple skin. She quivers as his hands grope her ass, breathing out in a soft whimper.
John climbs up on the bed and moves between her legs, pressing his knee hard between her thighs, and leaning over her back whispers against her ear and utters one command. "Spread." She quickly obeys, and spreads herself open, feeling the chill air rush against sensitive slightly moist flesh. Grabbing her hair and tugging softly he breathes huskily against her neck. "That's My good girl." She wiggles softly underneath him in anticipation and wanton desire. His knee swiftly jabs against her crotch, and his mouth clamps down on her neck, biting softly. "Don't be such a wiggle worm slut, you will get what you deserve when I decide its time." Making her body stop trembling and attempting to lie still, "yes Sir" she murmurs. His mouth then devours her neck, suckling, nibbling, and licking every inch of skin. Concentrating on keeping still, she moans in pleasure.
One of his hands has moved back down to her ass, sliding a finger down the crack, and over the wet folds of her sex. As she bites her lower lip, wanting more, desiring more but still keeping very still. His wandering finger strokes her sensitive flesh, teasing yet never entering the most heated region, and then his fingers move to flick her clit. Not able to control the reaction, her body shivers with need, and she lifts her hips up. Suddenly his hand smacks her fleshy rear, and she raises up her head to moan loudly.
"Eager little slut you are," He laughs softly and removes his hands from her body. She can still feel his weight on the bed as if he is kneeling between her legs. Wanting to lift and turn her head to see what he is doing, but knowing that will only get her in trouble she keeps still. It feels like long minutes go by as thoughts zig zag through her mind. She can just imagine him grinning wickedly watching her body fight the need to move, squirm, or wiggle back to touch him.
Finally, his hand lays gently on the small curve of her lower back and his fingers slightly brush up her spine. Her senses are on fire as his fingers work up to her neck and take a large handful of hair. Little audible moans escape her slightly parched lips as his grip lifts her head off the bed. Suddenly her world goes dark as a blindfold is slipped over her eyes, and lets her head down gently to rest on the pillow. Softly caressing her arms his hands move up to her wrists and push them over her head, quickly securing them together with wide leather cuffs, and snapping the cuffs to the headboard. Her mind is whirling with what is going to happen next, enjoying the mixed emotions and how they play with her over active imagination.
She can still feel his weight on the bed, yet can not feel his touch anymore then she squirms slightly as he breaths softly against her ear. His tongue flicks across her earlobe, and down her neck. Whimpering at the soft teasing, her body craving so much more, her patience ebbing away as he continues to take his time. His mouth devouring her shoulders and down her back, when his teeth graze against an ass cheek, her hips buck up slightly with wanton need. His mouth takes a nice big bite of her ass, and she screams a husky animalistic "yeeessss". His voice low yet strong resonates through the room, "Jane, tell me what you want." Quivering, she digs deep in her gut for the words that reveal her desires, fighting the confusion in her mind for what it is she really wants, or needs.
Whispering, "please." He pinches each ass cheek, "please what?"
"Use me, fuck me, please!" Hearing a soft sexy wanton voice and realizing it is her own. Shocked that she could say those words, always wanting to but never able to actually do it. His hands softly caress down her ass and slip between her wet folds, "So, how does this slut want to be fucked?" Sighs exasperatingly, not sure she can keep this up, knowing she has never been a talker during sex. John's fingers start to rub the length of her slit, and she moans in need and despair. "Come on Jane, how do you want to be fucked? Want my fingers to slide into that wet hole? Want me to taste your sweet pussy?" She nods her head vigorously and whispers softly "yes, yes!" His body leans over hers, pressing his weight slightly down on her and whispers against her ear as his hand tugs softly on her hair. "Say it!" Squirming under his weight, and whimpering softly. His voice moves to demanding, "Say it now!" His grip in her hair tightens, his fingers slide up to pinch her clit. The tension building from the pit of her desire and working its away over her body in soft rolling waves, the painful pleasure shooting from her clit to seep into her entire being.
"Please, just fuck me; I want your cock inside me," that slightly unfamiliar voice weakly screams out in need. Stroking her hair as he devours her neck and whispers, "good girl, I think I might just give you what you want now." Whimpering and bucking to his touch, he slides two fingers deep in her hot needy hole. Moaning with pleasure as her hips rock against his fingers as they slide in and out. Before a steady rhythm can start he slides down her back and off the bed.
For a few moments with her heart pounding, and her thoughts swirling with what he might be doing, nothing happens. She starts to panic slightly, pulling against her restraints, when she feels his hand come down hard and swift against her ass. Yelping out and bucking slightly she feels his fingers against her crotch lifting her ass up until she is kneeling on the bed. He climbs up on the bed and with one swift movement he impales her with his hard throbbing cock. A long husky moan leaves her lungs and she quivers with the intensity, as his hands hold her hips in place, prolonging the moment as they are sealed together in the most intimate of ways.
The desire to move, squirm, and push back starts to overwhelm her, as he smiles and digs his fingers into her flesh. Slowly, inch by inch he eases out of her, and she whimpers as she assumes he is going to pull completely out of her. Shuddering as he slams back in her, somehow driving deeper, she moans. The rhythm of the sweet dance of desire increases with speed and force, as he drives himself harder into her. She pulls on the restraints and wiggles back with each thrust, as her heart pounds in her chest and her breath becomes deep and ragged.
He suddenly slows down and with one more hard thrust pushes so far deep she quivers and moans. "Now pet, I want you to cum for me," his voice husky and slightly out of breath with his own desire. One of his hands reaches down around her hips and starts to rub small circles against her swollen clit So close to the edge, her body wants to buck against him. His other hand holds her hips still as his throbbing cock is buried deep in her aching pussy. She can't hold on any longer, as his fingers push her over the ledge and she falls into the sweet bliss of release. The orgasm washes over every nerve and muscle in a quivering sea of waves. Her pussy walls squeeze his cock, as she lets out an animalistic moan. Gasping for breath her body leans forward and her legs grow weak.
Blinking she opens her eyes, as the wonderful scene in her mind fades back to reality. A wistful smile spreads across her lips as she pulls the blankets up around her, drifting off to sleep. Only slightly thinking about the second part of her task, and how tomorrow she will have to write this scene down to email to Him. Hoping he enjoys it as much as she had imagining it.