You Are Mine
As I stand with my back to the wall, my wrists tightly restrained behind my back with rope, facing Dean but ultimately not seeing the smirk on his face due to the blindfold, I can feel my breathing becoming shorter and quicker with excitement, anticipating what would happen.
He moves close to me, I can sense it. His body is so close to mine, I can feel the heat from his skin. I can smell the masculine scent of sweat mixed with cologne, and my body tingles. Yet he is not touching me. I want to step forward, press my body against his… but I know better than to move without being instructed to.
Dean moves his mouth to mine, close enough for me to feel his warm breath on my lips, yet without making any contact. I can imagine a small smile escaping him as he whispers, "You are mine." against my lips. He is driving me insane; so lustful, yet so teasing. I want to close the space between us, to kiss him…but I know better than to act out against my Master.
He finally touches me; his right hand rests on my hip while his left hand moves down between my legs. He lightly runs his finger along my panties, which are soaked. I hear him laugh softly as his fingers stroke my dripping pussy. I bite my lip to keep from talking. I want to beg him to fuck me…but I know better than to speak when not spoken to.
I hear a soft rip as he pulls the panties off my body and tosses them aside. He grabs my right leg and wraps it around his waist. My body tingles in anticipation as I await his next move. He captures my lips in a fierce kiss, catching me off guard and pushing me back until my hands touch the wall.
Then, he speaks. "Tell me how bad you need it. Beg me."
I lick my lips. "Master… please… I want to feel your cock. Please, fuck me hard!"
"Well, if you only want it…" As he steps back, I can hear disapproval in his voice. Damn it.
"It's fucking necessary!" I yell. "Please Master, fuck me until I can't walk!"
"Now that's what I like to hear," he says softly. In one quick motion, he pulls off the blindfold, restoring my vision, and is inside me. Big… thick… inexplicably hard.
He thrusts into me roughly, eliciting a scream of ecstasy from me each time. I struggle against the rope around my wrists, wanting to touch him, feel him. He notices and slows down just long enough to untie me. When my hands are free, he quickens his pace again, fucking me fast and hard. I wrap my arms around him and dig my nails into his back, leaving angry red marks as I drag my hands down his back.
He groans in a mix of pain and pleasure, which adds fuel to the fire quickly consuming me and wrings a moan from the back of my throat. Again and again, I rake my nails over his skin, which he rewards with rough gropes, kisses, and bites.
I'm so close. I can feel my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach. I cry out, begging Dean to send me over the edge. I beg him to allow me relief.
He yells as he hits his orgasm and comes inside me. He kisses me almost violently, which makes my much-needed climax surface. I can feel hot tears running down my face. Tears of relief.
We create an orchestra of screaming and moaning. Sweat runs down our bodies as we ride out our orgasms.
He collapses against me and we slide to the floor in a tangled heap, breathing heavily. I'm barely conscious as he picks me up and carries me over to the bed. He lays me down on the mattress then drops down beside me.
I feel him pulling the covers up over us. The last thing I hear before fading out of consciousness is a hoarse whisper against my lips, "You are mine."
I smile slightly.
END