Disclaimer: As always the Characters names belong to Stephenie Meyer. The way they act, talk, dress, and whip ass in this story, that is all me!
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Chapter 8: Thursday in Chi-Town
BPOV
The feel of his hand resting on my stomach, and his arm draping over my body makes my body feel heavy with desire. The heat from his breath across the back of my neck, and the way he is nuzzling to get closer. I can feel his hardness at the curve of my bottom. The heat between us is intense. I grind my self against him, and moan out 'Edward'. I am sounding like a porn star. Not feeling the friction I need, I reach with my left hand to my right breast. The light weight silk covering the hard peak feels very smooth. The rigid outline of the titanium bar, piercing through my nipple is where my fingers rest. As I slowly pinch my nipple, and rub the bar back and forth through the silk, I grind harder against his groin. My breathing is labored, and I can feel the coil in me tightening. My silky gown has ridden up my legs, and is resting high on my hips. I grab his hand and move it to my bare center, unsure of when my panties came off. Covering his hand that is resting on my stomach, I slide his hand down to my pussy. With his large fingers cupping me, I press his middle finger between my folds, guiding his finger with mine. I curl his finger into my clit, and move it in small circles. I am panting now, needing more and wanting more, I move my hand, reaching behind me. I feel his pajama pants stretched over his big hard cock. Sliding my fingers in the front of the pants, I grab his hard cock. With his cock in my hand, I lift my leg to make an opening, moving him so his cock is along my slit. I am so wet, and I lower my leg so that my thighs are hugging his cock up against me. Rocking and rubbing my body along his cock, I move my hand back to cover his again, and return to rubbing my clit with his finger. It feels so good, and I am really moaning out now. I continue rocking back against him and grinding my hips, while pressing harder on my clit. The coil in my stomach is tightening more, and I can feel the way his cock is twitching and responding to my movements. I push back harder, needing more friction…RING…RING…RING.
I wake panting slightly, and realize I just had a really great dream interrupted by the damn phone.
"Hello," I say still sounding breathy and sultry from the over sexed dream I was enjoying.
"Good morning, Madame, breakfast will be arriving in sixty minutes per your request," the voice says.
"Thank you," I say and hang up. I see that Edward is awake and looks well rested. I turn and place my hand on his cheek and ask him, "Edward, how are you feeling this morning?"
"I am well, Ma'am," he says as he stretches a little more and smiles at me.
"You're entirely too sexy for my good, Edward," I tell him, not meaning to say it out loud. I quickly change to all business. "You have thirty minutes to get ready for the day, use this bath for your shower. Your clothes will be set out for you in the dressing room. I already cleaned and put away the toys last night, hurry, and do not keep me waiting."
I leave the 'play room', and hurry to get my things together. I sit out the boxer briefs, track suit, and t-shirt for Edward, as well as my own matching outfit and under garments. I get in the shower and quickly shampoo and condition my hair, wash my body, and get out. Entering the dressing room, I watch as Edward is dressing, he sure is worth looking at. I am not sure that I have ever viewed such a beautiful man so closely. My mind really has been wondering lately. Once he is dressed, with his arousal clearly present, I smirk.
"Edward, help me dress?" I ask.
"Yes, Ma'am," he replies eagerly.
"As you know, you are currently not collared, Edward," I tell him.
"Yes, Ma'am. Ma'am, I am still your submissive, and this submissive would be honored to help you dress," he says.
"Edward, you dressing me, would please me greatly," I tell him.
I step one leg at a time into the panties he holds for me, feeling his hands as they glide up my legs. He holds up the matching front closure bra, and helps me slide it onto my shoulders. I watch him bring the front of the bra around, cup it under my breasts, latch it, and use the back of his hands to help adjust my breasts into the cups correctly. He looks at me almost nervously, so I place my hand on his cheek and smile. He smiles and holds my track pants open, and as he pulls them up my legs, his touch sears across my skin. The next thing he helps me do is get my hair down from the turban, tucked towel, and help me get my t-shirt and jacket on. I walk over, sit at the vanity, and Edward comes behind me and places his hand over my hand on my brush. I let go of the brush, and nod at him to continue. I sit and enjoy his fingers and the brush going through my hair. I hold up a pony tail holder and smirk at him, wondering if he will be able to put my hair in the band. He does an expert job at putting my hair up, it is smooth, centered and I couldn't have done it better myself. Once he is finished dressing me and doing my hair, he smiles at me. I stand, and looking at him in the mirror, our eyes meet.
"Thank you, Ma'am, being of service to you is what this submissive enjoys most in life."
"Where did you learn how to do ponytails like this?" I ask.
"Ma'am, I have a twelve year old niece, and she used to cry when her mom brushed her hair. She never cried when I brushed it, so I learned quickly," he replies.
I turn and wrap my arms around his neck and bring his face to mine and deeply kiss his mouth.
"Edward, your kind heart and true submission pleases me more and more each and everyday. I enjoyed your service in dressing me and doing my hair. Breakfast is here, let's go eat. I have a big day planned for you," I tell him.
We just finish eating the wonderful breakfast, and we are reading the paper when the phone rings again.
"Hello," I say.
"Good morning, Madame, the spa is ready for you and Mr. Cullen now."
"Thank you, please advise them we will be there soon," I say then hang up.
Edward has his eyebrow quirked in a questioning way. I can tell that he is curious, so I decide that I will tell him of all the plans I made. As I walk to him I say, "Edward, as your Mistress, it is my job to take care of you. I know that part of our normal collaring time is being interrupted by other things this weekend. With that in mind, I decided that I would make sure that you were fully pampered. We both will be spending the full day at the spa. You are scheduled for the full works for a man plus waxing, and I will be having the full treatment package for women. We will have lunch together at noon, and then your treatments will be done by two. I have one appointment after yours for my hair and make-up, but I will be back to the suite by four. You are free to do as you please, while I am busy. When I get back, I would like it if you would dress me for dinner. Our clothes are set out already in the dressing room. Do you have any questions?"
"No, Ma'am. Your submissive doesn't have any questions. Ma'am, your submissive would like to say thank you for always taking such wonderful care of him."
I turn and place my left hand into his right and use my right hand to stroke across his left cheek and jaw line.
"You should be cared for. You are the most giving, trusting, and wonderful man. You are the perfect submissive for me. It is I, who should always be thanking you," I tell him sliding my hand back, to thread my fingers into his hair. As I lean up, he reads me and lowers his mouth to mine. This kiss sends butterflies fluttering in my stomach, and heat to my girlie bits. As I break away, I run the pad of my thumb over his lips. Still holding his hand, I turn toward the exit and say "Let's not keep them waiting for us."
I am glad we are going to be away from each other for a bit, I have some serious things to think about. I am not sure when it is that my feelings for this man got so deep, but I almost just told him that I love him.
I love him! What do I do now? I am going to kill Charlotte! Oh shut up, like it is her fault that you FINALLY found a man worthy of your heart. I am a Domme, not a school girl. I am forty fucking one years old; I am too old for crushes and heartbreaks. You're never to old to love someone, and look at him…come on; you know you want to look at him.
I glance over at him, as we are in the elevator and smile, and he smiles at me and raises the hand he is still holding to his lips, and kisses the back of my left hand.
See…I am always right. Maybe you are right, but what do I do with that information now? He is only here as a submissive, if you don't want to loose him you best keep this LOVE stuff to yourself.
My inner turmoil and arguing is going to be the death of me, but at least we are at the spa now. They are expecting us, and a spa attendant comes up to each of us, for us to follow them.
I squeeze his hand slightly and say, "I will see you at lunch." I kiss his chin, and let go of his hand. With a smile at me, he is led off by the staff.
EPOV
Waking up this morning, I hear the way that my Mistress is panting and moaning my name. I am so aroused, but do not want to disturb her, knowing she is asleep. I continue to watch and listen to her. The ringing of the phone startles me, and when my Mistress answers it, she sounds so sexy. I love it when she talks to me, and her voice sounds like that, it is pure sex.
After we part at the spa, I spend my time thinking about my Mistress. I cannot wait to see her at lunch, I miss her. I am not sure why I have all these extra feelings for her. I am worried that if I show her how I feel, it will push her away. I know that what Sue did to me, made it hard for me to trust anyone, but the things that happened to my Mistress are worse. At her lowest time, when she had no family, she was betrayed by the man who made her think, she was his everything. I want to wring his neck. He had better hope he stays away. Just knowing he is around makes me cringe, but at least I know she is not going to give him another chance to hurt her, or take her away from me. I know other than the contract that binds us, that there are feelings there, at least there are for me. I am afraid, that if I let my feelings show to soon, she will safe word on me and walk away. I just worry that I will lose her, and even though I have all the monetary things I could want or need taken care of, my fragile heart is in her hands.
After my wax, manicure, pedicure and exfoliating scrub, I am off to have lunch with my Mistress. Lunch is short, as we have a schedule to adhere to. Before I know it, I am done with my full body massage, and through for the day. The masseuse suggests that I drink four big glasses of water, and take a nap for at least an hour. So that is how, I spend my free time. I go back to the room and drink a big bottle of Evian on the way.
I am not sure, where it is that I should rest at, since my Mistress has told me that we will be sleeping in the master suite, but we never made it there yet. I hope that she will not be upset, I choose to rest in the master suite. I pull down the blankets and am out like a light in no time flat. I forget to set the alarm on my cell phone, and the next thing I know, my Mistress wakes me up.
"Edward, wake up," I hear as I feel a light caress go down the side of my neck, across my shoulder and down my arm. Once my Mistress has my hand in hers, she gives a gentle tug on my arm. I cannot help it; I smile and sit up quickly. I think that my fast movements startle her a little, because she loses her balance and tumbles right into my lap. When she lands, I look down at her and chuckle, when I see that she is not mad.
"Are you falling for me?" I ask jokingly.
"I just might be. Are you ready to get up lazy bones?" She asks.
"Whatever would please you most, Ma'am," I reply.
"Well, since you have to quickly shower and get dressed, and dress me, I think I will rest here while you are busy. I might have to test your energy level later. Hit the shower naked man," she says as she winks at me.
My Mistress is being very playful, and I have decided that I really like this side of her. I quickly take a shower, and when I get out of the shower, I check in on her and she is in fact taking a short nap. I glance at the clock, and we have just over an hour so I finish getting ready, and when we have just forty-five minutes left, I go to wake her. As I enter into the master suite, I hear her talking in her sleep, I love that she does that; it is always so erotic sounding to me. Remembering this morning, when she was calling out my name, moaning and panting, makes me hard.
I get closer to the bed, and I can hear her more clearly, "Edward, say you love me."
I am not sure if my mind is playing tricks on me, or if I am hearing her correctly. I want to wake her, take her in my arms, and kiss the daylights out of her. I want to tell her, I am in love with her. I think I am in shock. I quickly decide to not say anything and just get her ready to go, as she earlier asked me to do.
"Ma'am, it is time to open your beautiful eyes," I say as I stroke her cheek. I enjoy waking her, much the same as she woke me. I manage to not fall in her lap. She slowly wakes, and I help her up.
"Edward, how late did I sleep?" She asks.
"Just under an hour, Ma'am, you looked so peaceful. I have everything ready to get you dressed. Are you ready?" I ask.
"Well, then time for you to help me dress," she says.
With that, we are both up and heading into the dressing room. She stands as I undress her completely. I first place her strapless bra on her. Then I hook the garter, and I help her to sit on the bench in the room. I put her silk stockings on her and attach them to the garter.
"Ma'am, please stand up, so I may clip the back of your stockings," I say.
I offer my hand and she takes it and stands. I attach the back of the stockings to the garter. I feel her fingers run through my hair, it is always wild. I kneel down and help her step into her matching panties; once they are resting low on her hips, I gently place a kiss on the sliver of skin between the top of the panty and the bottom of the garter. I stand and get her dress from across the room, and hold it open for her to step into. Once the dress is slid into place on her body, I make quick work of zipping the side, and tightening the corset laced back, so that it is snug as I know she would want. My Mistress looks amazingly beautiful in this dress.
"I will get my jewelry on while you get dressed, Edward," she says.
"Yes, Ma'am," I say as I start slipping into my clothing laid out for me.
The dinner is amazing and I can tell how many men wish they are me tonight. I see the envy in their eyes, as we go through countless introductions. My Mistress can render even the most confident of men speechless. I have a really nice time introducing her, and when we are near someone who is particularly leering at her, I make my possession of her clear by the intimate touches and holding her close. I hope it does not get me into trouble later.
I am glad when we finally sit down to dinner, and I nearly choke on the water I sip, when my Mistress leans over and whispers in my ear, "I don't think you have to quite pee on me, your territory has been marked."
I quickly cover my mouth, as I cough on the water going down the wrong way. Once I regain myself and am able to respond, I lean closer to her.
"Ma'am, I apologize, I just feel so…protective of you," I tell her.
"No need to be sorry. You do need to remember that you are mine, and I will only have eyes and touches for you, as long as you freely give yourself to me. Now my sweet, lets eat, maybe dance one or two songs and go back to our room," she says.
The evening so far, has been going by rather quickly, or so it seems. Once my Mistress mentions going back to our room, it begins to drag on. All I can think about is what my Mistress has in store for me tonight. I know that I am not to be collared again, until tomorrow night after the award ceremony. I know she can tell I am thinking, or maybe over thinking, things because she reaches under the table, and slides her left hand up my thigh and lightly pinches me, as she takes a bite of her food with her right hand. I take the hint well, and resume eating my supper. I can honestly not tell you what I ate, because my thoughts are on her left hand, still holding residence on my right thigh.
After dinner, I dance with my Mistress to several songs, and I know that I impress her with my dancing abilities. We talk to people for a bit, and by eight, I am ready to leave.
"Ma'am, if you do not mind, I would like to go back to our room now," I tell her.
"Yes, Edward, that does sound like a good idea," she replies.
I am almost nervous of what I should do or how I should act. All the thoughts of earlier, are going through my mind. I am unsure, if I am to continue acting as her date, and I know I am not collared. I am confused, and I am guessing that my face is easy to read.
"Edward, you are not collared, tell me what you would like to do once we get back to the room?" She asks.
"May I be frank, Ma'am?" I ask.
"Of course, you may ask or say whatever you like, keeping in mind respect, while doing so would be in your best interest at all times," she answers.
"Ma'am, I am so unsure how I should behave, when we return to the room." By now, we are standing outside the door to our suite. "I am glad that you are here with me, but I am confused, about if you are my friend, lover, or Mistress tonight. I want nothing more than to make love to you all night long, and worship every inch of your skin, but I am unsure if that is acceptable. I would never do anything to push you, yet my body craves and aches to be inside of you." I say almost embarrassed by how needy I sound. I open the door to our suite and hold it for her entry, and once I have the door closed, I turn, and she is right there, almost in my face, she is so close.
"Edward, take me to our bed and show me, please," she says.
I waste no time. I pick her up bridal style and carry her into our bedroom. The covers have been pulled back for us. I gently stand her on the floor, at the foot of the bed, and start removing her clothing. With each piece of clothing I remove, my lips skim across the skin I expose. I help her to sit and remove her shoes and stockings again, leaving a trail of my lips searing across her skin. When she is left sitting before me, in only her panties and jewelry, I pull her mouth to mine and kiss her deeply. With my left hand tangled in her hair, and my lips still attached to hers, I struggle with my right hand to undo my tie. I feel her hands snake over mine, and she moves her mouth to my neck. She bites my ear lobe gently.
"Iss...sah…bellll…lah," I moan out, then realize what I have done, I drop back and am already kneeling, quickly assuming a submissive stance. The room grows quiet quickly.
"Edward, look up here at me," she demands. I immediately bring my eyes to hers.
"Why did you just shut off?" she asks.
"Your submissive over stepped the rules. Your submissive is sorry for the disrespect he has shown you, Ma'am, by using your given name."
"Edward, stand up and listen closely to what I am saying right now."
I stand and continue eye contact.
"I asked you, what you wanted to do. I put the ball in your court. I am not into being controlled, and I am not looking for you to top me. You did not say you wanted to fuck me, and you did not act as if it was something domineering, or BDSM related that you wanted to do with me. Key words here Edward are 'with me'. I am going to go in and take a shower, and you decide if you want to go back to the wonderful mood, we were in a short time ago, while I shower. For the record, you moaning out my name like that, was one of thee most erotic things I have ever heard come from your lips, it made me drench my panties," she says as she turns to enter the bathroom.
I drop my head for a minute, thinking about how badly I fucked up, but then I realize that she only gave me time to regroup, because she wants me just as much as I want her. I quickly get undressed, and I light a few of the candles around the room. I enter the bathroom, and I can smell the Ylang Ylang body wash she uses. I sit another towel on the warming rack, and walk around the glass opening into the shower.
She has her head tilted back and eyes closed, rinsing the conditioner from her hair. I stand in front of her, and lean in and kiss her neck, as I use my hands to help rinse out her hair. As I continue to rinse her hair out, her arms go around my sides and her lips find my chest. Within minutes, we are hungrily attacking each other's mouths. I reach over to turn off the water, and break the kiss long enough to grab the towels to wrap one around her body. Once I dry her hair and body, and I am wrapped in a towel of my own, I pick her back up and carry her back into the bedroom. This time, I put her on the bed and follow her with my body. My hands are trailing across her skin followed by my lips and tongue, as they leave a flash of gooseflesh across her body. I blaze a trail of fire across her skin from her neck to her toes, and as I work my way back up her legs, I know without a doubt, that I will love no other woman ever, the way I am loving her tonight.
As I near the apex of her thighs, I can see the glistening of arousal. I want to be patient and slow, but the sight and smell take a hold, and I sink my tongue deep into her folds, and lick and drink all I can get. Hearing her moan and scream out my name just drives me on, and I have my face buried against her sex. I am licking and sucking her from one orgasm to another. I am thrusting my fingers inside of her, as she rides out her orgasms, the last one starts before she is over the one before, and I drop my tongue to her opening and lap up her juices, while my thumb takes over circling her clit. She finally grabs my hair and pulls my face away, while her body is still trembling from the last climax.
"Need…minute," she pants out. I am pretty proud of myself, because I have given her several orgasms before, but nothing to the point of her making me stop. I kiss her hungrily and she claws at my back.
"I need to be inside you. Tell me you want this," I tell her, looking into her eyes.
"Yes, I need you now," she says as she pulls more of my body weight onto her.
As I enter into her slowly, we both moan out. She is so slick, tight, wet, and hot, I have to press deeply in and stop, then kiss her to regain all my control. I set a slow steady pace, all the while I am touching her body, and kissing and licking her neck, and kissing her mouth. I know I have made her feel good several times already tonight, and before I will allow myself to find my ultimate pleasure, I will please her again. I can feel her getting closer, and I speed up grinding harder into her core. The moans she is making, is sending me spinning into my climax. When she hits her peak, her body milks my orgasm right out of me. I am so physically drained. I roll to my side and pull her close into me. I have never felt this connected to a woman before in my life, and I know at this instant, that this is the only woman whom I will ever make love to. I may be her submissive by choice, but she owns me and owns my heart, no choices about it.
The phone rings the next morning, and I pick it up, and am told breakfast will arrive in the next sixty minutes. Looking over, I see my Mistress is awake.
"That was our wake up call, warning us breakfast will arrive in an hour. What are our plans for today?" I ask.
"I want to go do some sight seeing while we are here. Since the dinner is not until six, how about we go to Navy Pier and maybe do a tour out on the water? I think that would be fun, the weather is supposed to be nice-almost like a late summer the forecast said. Maybe we can do some shopping," she winks at me as she hops out of bed.
"I think I need a shower, join me, and we can conserve water."
I nod my head in response. She laughs as she goes into the bathroom. Seeing my Mistress like this, makes me think of her as more of a wife, than a Domme. I am shocked by my train of thoughts. I hear the shower as I get closer, and I place several towels on the towel warmer for us both and get into the shower. I wash her hair and body, and I enjoy the feel of her washing me. I dry her off, and I wrap myself in a towel. We walk into the dressing room hand in hand. I sit her on the bench, select the light pink matching set of her undergarments, and take a red t-shirt and jeans out of her drawer. I put out her socks and chucks, and go about getting her dressed. She looks so casual and laid back.
"Ma'am, you look so beautiful, your submissive wants to brush your hair for you," I tell her.
"Edward, I would enjoy it if you would brush my hair. I think wearing it up would be best today. Then while you dress, I will go check on our breakfast," she says.
I brush out her hair, pull it all up into a high ponytail, then wrap the pony tail into a bun, and pin it with a few bobby pins. I lean forward, and place a kiss on the back of her now, bare neck.
"Thank you, Edward, you continue to amaze me," she says and gets up and walks out of the room. I quickly get on my own jeans and red t-shirt. I grab both of the hooded windbreakers we brought, and go out to the other room. The table is set, and the breakfast she has ordered is divine. We have a country style skillet breakfast, with all the trimmings. After getting our fill, I find out she has already contacted our driver, and we are being driven to Navy Pier first.
We sign up for the tour that leaves at one-thirty and we make plans to go have 'cheezborgers' at Billy Goat Tavern. Until noon, we are going to do all the other fun stuff. We are in line to ride the ferris wheel. We also have tickets to go on the swings and the merry go round. We plan to walk through the museum, and to do some window shopping through the mall area. We walk around thus far holding hands, but not really talking at all. Loading into the car to go around, I choose to sit across from her, and she quirks her eyebrow at me.
"I wanted to be able to watch you, as you looked around. I enjoy seeing things more through your expression, than seeing them first hand," I tell her.
"Edward, you are such a beautiful man, what is it that I have done to deserve finding you?" She ask rhetorically.
I kiss her hand, move over to sit next to her, and hold her close to me. When we get back to the bottom and step off, they show us the photo they took of us, and I tell them I want it and hand the lady my credit card. I love the photo - they had taken it right before we boarded the car to go on the ferris wheel, and my Mistress had been looking at me, and it was almost as if her eyes were screaming I love you at me. I have to have that photo. We go on the swings, then the merry go round, and then we make our way down the pier.
It is already noon, by the time we make it through the museum and the shops. We decide to head over and have our lunch at Billy Goat Tavern. It is ironic how much stuff we have in common. When we realize that Billy Goat Tavern is located at Navy Pier, we have to go there. This is the same restaurant from the Saturday Night Live skits, with John Belushi where he would always order a 'cheezborger', and we both can't wait to go order one ourselves. Lunch is good and greasy, but all great 'cheezborgers' are greasy.
I am excited about our boat tour we are taking around Lake Michigan, and so we head back over that way. We are allowed to board the boat when we get there, and we wait the last twenty minutes on board. They offer us drinks, but we both just have bottled water. It is a warm day and quite beautiful out, but we both put on our wind breaker jackets. We are very lucky to get a tour; they will be closed for the season at the end of this month. I love Chicago and have been here many times checking out the historical architecture. I have never been on one of these tours though, and I am really looking forward to this. We strap into our seats, because the Sea-Dog tour is on a speedboat, and the first tour is 30 minutes that takes us on a fast track around Lake Michigan, and then we are doing the 75 minute tour that shows us the river front architecture.
Returning to the hotel, we have two hours to get ready for the dinner. We both need showers and are both windblown from the crazy boat tour. I remember telling my Mistress that the guy driving the boat had a screw loose and was clearly crazy. She laughed at me, but agreed after we got off the boat. I shower in the bath off of the playroom. My Mistress is showering in the master bathroom. I hurry and get into my tux, and unzip the garment bag holding my Mistress's dress. The dress is so beautiful; I cannot wait to see her in it. As my mistress walks in to the room, I look at her, and know she can see the hunger for her in my eyes.
"This dress is going to look amazing on you, Ma'am. How are you going to wear your hair?" I ask.
"Come over here to the vanity, and we will fix my hair. You should remove your jacket so that you do not get over heated," she says as she moves over to the vanity and sits down.
I remove my tuxedo jacket and follow her across the room. I help her dry her hair, and then we use clips to hold up the top, as we use a straightener to make her hair have no curls. As soon as her long thick hair is straight, she glances at me in the mirror.
"Do you like it down straight like this?" She asks.
"Ma'am, you look exceptionally beautiful no matter how you have your hair. If I may be as bold, to say that with your hair straight like this, it makes me hard. Your hair is so long, it rests right above the dimples above your bottom," I tell her.
"That was a bold comment, but it was appreciated much like I am grateful for the hard cock that you have now. I will have to ride that later. I think we will get me in my dress now," she says.
We go across the dressing room, and I help her get her dressed yet again. I really am enjoying this new job that I have taken on. I love the freedom of touching her it gives to me. By the time that she is fully dressed, I am rock hard, and it does not escape her attention either.
"Edward, is that all for me?" She questions, as she runs her hand across the front of my pants.
"Always, Ma'am, and only for you," I reply.
She grabs my hair, pulls my mouth to hers, and kisses me deeply.
"Later, I will take good care of this problem. I am going to put on some mascara and lip shine, and then we can go. Get your jacket," she orders.
The dinner is boring, and if not for being in the company of my Mistress, I am sure I'd be sleeping. The award ceremony goes fairly fast, and I am presented with the 'Pritzker Architecture Prize'. This award is one of the highest awards in architecture. I give my acceptance speech, and after much applause, pats on the back, followed by words of congratulations, I make it bake to our table. It is almost ten o'clock, and I am ready to head back to our suite.
"It is getting late, Edward, shall we retire to our room for the night?" She asks.
"That sounds lovely. If you all would not mind excusing Isabella and I, we went sightseeing today, and are both rather tired. It was a pleasure seeing you all again," I tell the others at our table. I stand and pull out the chair my Mistress is sitting in, and offer her my hand. We say our goodbyes to several others making our way to the door. As we enter the elevator and the door closes, I immediately fold my hand behind my back, and drop my eyes in a submissive stance.
"Edward, when we enter the suite, I want you undressed and kneeling in the playroom. You have twenty minutes to be ready for me," she tells me.
"Yes, Ma'am, your submissive understands," I respond.
Twenty minutes later, I am kneeling in the playroom- hands folded behind my back, head down with eyes trained to the floor. I feel the gooseflesh rise on my skin, as she walks closer to me.
"Always such a good submissive, ready and waiting for me. Are you ready to accept my collar, and in turn, entrust me with your full submission?" She asks.
She walks around me twice, and stops in front of me, but not giving me permission to talk, I still have not responded to her question.
"You are such a wonderful and smart submissive. You may answer now," she says.
"Yes, Ma'am, your submissive accepts your collar, and wishes to give you his complete submission."
"Thank you for the gift, mo milis," she tells me as she clasps the heavy metal chain around my neck. "You may show me your appreciation," she states.
I lower my face to her feet and kiss each one.
"Stand up, mo daor, and move to the bed. Face up, center of the bed, and hands folded together and resting under your head. Do not move your hands, and keep those elbows resting flat on the bed. You may speak to answer questions, and ask for release only. Do you have any questions?" She asks.
"No questions, Mistress," I answer.
As soon as I am on my back and hands behind my head, her mouth is on me. As her tongue makes a hot trail from my neck to my nipple, I am able to see she is not wearing any clothing. My Mistress has braided her hair, and the thick braid is over her shoulder. As she makes her way kissing my body, the lower she gets, she turns her body. Then I see that she is wearing clothing, if that is what you call the pair of bright white ruffled panties across her beautiful ass. As her hot mouth envelops my cock, she moves to straddle my body, and then I see that those panties are in fact crotch-less. I nearly moan out, and I feel my cock twitch, as she deep throats my full package. She sucks back to the tip and makes a popping sound, as she removes her mouth from my shaft.
"Do you like what you see, mo daor?" She asks.
"Yes, Mistress," I tell her.
"Would you like a taste of this wet pussy, mo daor?"
"Yes, please, Mistress, your submissive would love to taste his Mistress's pussy," I respond.
"Make me feel good, mo daor, and you may release after I do," she says, as she scoots her bottom closer to my face and goes back to deep sucking in my cock.
Her hot mouth feels so great on my cock, and I am licking her with one goal in mind, to make her cum as fast as I can. She is grinding her wet folds across my chin and lips, and she moans out every time her bar rubs hard on my chin, as I bury my tongue deep into her opening. Never moving my arms or my hands, I press my face up into her as much as I can and feast on her sweet juices. I can feel her body responding, and I know that she is so close to her climax. I can barely concentrate, she is sucking my cock deep into her throat, and the moans she is making is causing a deep vibration across the very sensitive head. I grind my chin more and suck the flesh around her opening, and send her flying over the edge as she screams around my cock, my own orgasm rocks through my body. I lick my Mistress, as she rides out her orgasm, as she is licking my cock clean. My Mistress turns her body and is no longer straddling me. Sitting off to my left, she is trailing her finger tips from my hip to my nipple and back.
"Mo daor, there are a few things that you should be made aware of. Tonight you will sleep in my room, but you will sleep on the floor by my bed. There is a pallet made for you, and you will rest there. Tomorrow morning you will remain naked, and only get dressed if we leave. We will get up early and do our normal exercise routines. Do you have any questions?" She asks.
"Yes, Mistress, your submissive has only one question. Would you allow your submissive to wear a pair of boxer briefs while we exercise?" I ask.
"Yes, I think that would be a good idea. I do not want to cause this big, thick cock any harm," she says as she is touching my rock hard cock. I am in a constant state of arousal in her presence. I am hoping, that I am going to get that ride, she hinted about earlier.
"Is there something that you would like?" She questions.
"Mistress, your submissive is here to serve and please you," I say. I want so badly to tell her that I want to make love to her and feel her tight wet center sliding up and down on my hard cock.
My Mistress stands up, removes her panties, gets back on the bed, and she straddles my hips. I can feel her warmth and wetness on my cock that is nestled in the center of her folds. She leans down and sucks skin from my collar bone into her mouth, as she sucks hard and lightly bit down on it, she is thrusting her hips to slide up and down my cock.
"I am going to fuck this big cock with my tight pussy, and you can cum all you want, but you better not leave me unsatisfied or you will not cum for a long while," she tells me as she used her hand to reach between us, and line herself up, and drop her full weight down hard on my cock. The feel of her muscles squeezing my cock, almost makes me moan out, and I see the desire smoldering in her eyes. She is riding me hard, and she moves enough to lower her mouth to mine and lick my bottom lip. I open my mouth and her tongue dives in deeply and the rhythm she is thrusting her tongue into my mouth matches the rhythm of her hips as she slams down on my cock.
"Put your hands on my hips, and sit up."
I move as she instructs, and am rewarded with the whimpers she makes as the new position causes more pressure on her clit.
"Now, stay sitting up and use your hands on my hips to fuck your cock with my pussy," she moans out.
I can tell she is close again, and I push and pull, lifting and dragging her onto and against my cock, and when the damn breaks, it feels as if she is spraying me with a hose. As she screams out, I realize I made my Mistress squirt. I am so turned on, and I have already been given permission to cum, I press her down hard, and grind her against me once more, then shoot my load deep into her. Moving her just enough so we can ride out our orgasms, I rest my head on her shoulder.
"Mo daor, you get better and better each time. We will go to the master bath and clean up," she says.
She leans forward and kisses me on the mouth, as she threads her fingers through my hair.
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