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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Squeeze My Lemon~~~~~~~~~ 09.05.12~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Spank!
Pre-read by js18 and beta'd by RAH07890 (princess07890)- my dynamic duo
It was the end of a totally stressful week; everything that could go wrong…did.
The actress involved with the film had been caught in flagrante with her co- star and the press were all over it.
They'd been stupid enough to go out together in public; there were pictures of them nuzzling each other, sharing spaghetti off the same fork (Disney style,) and hands on each other's butts plastered across every magazine and newspaper on both sides of the Atlantic. Somehow statements from both parties saying they were just friends, wasn't ringing true, hell, I don't share spaghetti with my friends.
Understandably, her director husband and his wife were beyond furious. The director was refusing to continue with the film if either one of them ever set foot in the studio again… which complicated things, as we were halfway through the shoot.
It was a complete and utter fuck up and I was getting a migraine just thinking about it.
The rest of the week, we were tied up in meeting after meeting, trying to sort the shit storm out with still no solution. We couldn't afford to start again, and, with times as hard as they were, we couldn't justify re-casting or re-shooting and the budget was tight as it was.
It felt as though my mind was in a blender, thoughts, ideas, more problems, whirring around and around, it was getting to the point where I couldn't string a coherent sentence together, never mind a coherent thought.
So, the powers that be, made the decision that we'd let things cool for the weekend and start fresh on Monday.
A weekend.
Two whole days.
Forty eight hours.
For me, that meant, total submission.
The closer I got to home, the more peaceful I became; I still had a long way to go, to reach a calm place; a place from which I could relax and let go.
We'd been in this partnership along time; we know each other intimately, she knows my favourite foods, books, the clothes I like to wear, she knows me so well, she can finish my sentence. She knows how I like to be kissed, sucked, touched, as well as how hard to spank me. She can get me to the place I so desire, I won't have to make a single decision when I'm with her, and, after the week I've just had, I just can't wait. My every need will be tended to, just as long as I please her and submit totally, that thought has me wet between the legs.
I want to please, I desire to please; I was born to please her.
It's too far to commute to and from work, so I return home every Friday night, earlier if I get the chance. The moment I walk through that door on a Friday - until six o'clock on Sunday evening, she is my mistress and I am her sub.
I've checked my mirrors several times and ensure none of the gutter press has followed me, we're all being watched at the moment. I've taken a different route home tonight, just in case. I'm not ashamed of what we are to each other, and we are seen together in public as a couple, but we don't relish the idea of our intimate details of our relationship been headline news. You know, what happens behind closed doors, between consenting adults, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else, is no one else's business. The press would have a field day, not just at the nature of our relationship, but who we are.
I smile, part of me would love to kiss and tell; it would shock them all, it would make the latest bit of scandal seem like child's play. If they knew what we did in the privacy of our home, a chuckle escaped my lips; my mood is starting to lift.
It appears as if no one is home when I arrive, but I know she is there, this is our routine, my bath will be waiting for me; with a special blend of oils to help me unwind, physically and mentally, she's preparing me.
The evening meal will be done and waiting for later, Rosalie says after a hard day at work and the drive home, it's unfair to expect me to cook dinner. However, for the rest of the weekend, I do take care of feeding her.
I make sure to lock the doors behind me and drop my briefcase and bags; they can be sorted out later, for now, I urgently need to forget about my week. I take the stairs two at a time, eager to start my weekend and see my love.
The air is thick with the scent of spicy perfumed oil, which is drifted along the corridor, carried along in the steam from the bathroom. The fact she has done this for me fills me with so much emotion and sexually awakens me.
I reach our huge bathroom and quickly strip off my clothes and throw them into the hamper, and then I groan loudly as I step into the hot bubbly water, sheer heaven.
I smile as I pick up the hair elastic that she has left on the side of the bath to tie my unruly hair into a messy ponytail on top of my head, how does she do that? Think of everything I need?
She truly does complete me, together we make a whole.
I lay back into the warmth of the water and another groan leaves my lips, I can already feel the tension beginning to leave my muscles, I close my eyes, breathing in the scented steam and begin to relax, leaving the stresses of my week behind.
Classical music filters through the air and my heart beats out an excited rhythm, she's coming to join me in the bath.
"Hello baby," she coos softly, entering the candlelight bathroom.
It's been too long, her beauty is breath-taking; Rosalie's golden hair falls in big soft waves over her shoulders, giving her the appearance of a 50's movie star. I can see the sparkle in her blue eyes that's there just for me, and her painted red lips form into a huge smile, showing a row of perfect white teeth. The sheer black robe does little to cover her voluptuous frame from me, greedily; I take in the view beneath, hoping the robe will be discarded soon.
My whole body awakens in response, any trace of fatigue driven from me and replaced with want, need, and lust. Her full round breasts strain against the flimsy fabric and her body has already responded to my gaze, I see her nipples tighten and pucker, my eyes drag downward to the apex of her thighs, to her honey-pot and my mouth fills at the thought of the delights to be had from between her milky thighs, I feel the heat flood my own pussy.
I sit up quickly with the intention of jumping from the bath and sinking my mouth into her sweet juicy flesh, she's my drug of choice and I've been cold turkey for five days.
"Hush, baby," she's at the bath side in seconds, my face in her hands and I freeze, Rosalie shakes her head slightly.
My eyes glance at her mouth, and then back into her clear blue eyes, I can see so much love in them, she licks her lips and slowly moves towards me, time is slowing down, holding me motionless, her lips hover above mine, making me wait, time stopped. Our eyes close in unison when our lips softly touch.
Only she can make me feel like this, my heart hammers out its song of love for her, blood pumps furiously around my body taking much needed oxygen, I feel the swell and pooling of desire between my thighs as the flesh of my sex prepares me for her, my skin tingles; there's not a single area of me that isn't humming for her touch.
I moan as she removes her lips from mine, but, before she does, she playfully bites at my bottom lip.
"You've had a bad week, baby," she says stroking my cheek with the tip of her finger; Rosalie's kept abreast of happenings.
Hell, the whole world has kept abreast of happenings; the sodding papers have made sure of that.
"What do you need?" She asks with concern.
I close my eyes and sigh, reigning in my emotions. "Help me relax and forget."
"Are you sure?"
"I need it," I reply quietly.
"Very well," she replies, her tone has already begun to change. "Be in the playroom in fifteen minutes."
Rosalie leaves the bathroom without a second glance; she needs time to mentally prepare as I do.
Thirteen minutes later, I'm standing naked, in my position, my feet are shoulder width apart, hands behind my back, hair tied in a high ponytail and my head bowed. I close my eyes and take deep calming breaths in and out, it doesn't matter how many times I find myself in this position, in this room I am beyond excited. I can feel the tremble deep inside of me, and my muscles quiver; then I hear her.
I resist the urge to turn to the sound of the closing door and I strain to hear her bare footsteps across the plush carpet.
A shiver of goosebumps race across my body, she's close, I keep my head down and eyes tightly closed, it heightens all my senses; she knows I like to do this.
I hope she'll blindfold me today.
I feel a warm breath of air across my neck and I hold the response to jump and gasp, a sharp manicured nail scrapes across my abdomen and my muscles spasm, but I hold still.
"You're so beautiful and obedient, you please me so much baby."
Her approving words make me swell with pride.
Mistress slips a blindfold over my eyes; I swear sometimes she can read my mind, and then she takes my hand.
"Come," Mistress commands and leads me carefully across the room.
I stop when she positions my thighs in front of the leather bench.
"Lie across it, but keep your feet on the floor," She commands, and I hear her move away from me.
By the time I'm positioned across the bench face down, Mistress is back.
"I'm going to help you..." She whisperers close to my ear sending shivers across me. "...To unwind."
She strokes a warm hand from the top of my head down the length of my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and then she caresses the curve of my bottom and drags her fingers lightly across the throbbing lips of my pussy.
"I want to hear you."
"Yes Mistress," I reply obediently.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?"
I know, as soon as she commanded me to lay face down on the leather bench, I knew, I'd hoped.
"Yes, Mistress, you're going to spank me."
"Good girl, I am going to spank you." I can hear the unadulterated pleasure in her voice; she loves to give.
I feel the warmth and swell grow within my pussy; I love to receive.
SPANK!
I squeal in surprise as Mistress slaps her hand quickly across my backside.
SPANK!
She does in again.
SPANK!
It's the only sound in the room as she prepares me.
SPANK!
Warming my flesh for the paddle.
Mistress stops and rubs my skin. "I love to see a blush on your cheeks, baby."
I gasp and jerk when her mouth makes contact with my sensitive hot skin, causing goosebumps of pleasure to cover my whole body. I can imagine her smile at my response, and then she drags her tongue between my cheeks, across my slit, briefly seeking and locating my throbbing clit with her talented tongue. Then she's gone; I groan at the loss of contact.
SPANK!
I cry out in shock when the paddle hits; she'd managed to distract me with her mouth.
SPANK!
Then there's another.
SPANK!
It's hard to describe what it does to me, the smarting and the heat...
SPANK!
... The endorphins that are released, the rush of pain, and then pleasure.
SPANK!
Mistress stops to assess me, making sure she's not causing me unnecessary pain; this is all about pleasure, about my release.
SPANK!
I can feel the weight of the week disappearing with each strike and as the sting subsides, more of me revealed with each swat.
SPANK!
There's a new feeling building and I moan and wriggle, she discards the paddle now; she knows what I need.
"Open wider," she commands.
I whimper and do as instructed. My skin is hot and prickling Rosalie rubs her hands over my burning, tingling flesh in circular movements. When she strikes me again, it's with her hand against my throbbing clit, this time, she doesn't stop. I can feel my pleasure spiralling upward as she continues her succession of short sharp slaps, each one bringing me closer and closer to my summit.
"I coming, I'm coming," I scream as my climax consumes me, filling me with intense joy, radiating from within, reaching my extremities; filling me completely before draining me, gently bringing me back to earth. I feel refreshed, relaxed, and reborn.
She turns me, pulling the blindfold from me and takes my shaking body into her arms, lavishing my face and neck in sweet little kisses.
"I've missed you," She sigh's her breath tickling my neck sending shivers across my sensitive skin. "Take me to bed."
She's not my mistress now, she's Rosalie, the love of my life and I can hear the longing in her voice, my body begins to react to her once again and I feel my juices begin to flow.
We stumble across the room in a tangle of fumbling arms and desperate kisses, neither one of us willing to break the connection. Undignified and giggling, we fall to the mattress still wrapped around one another.
I struggle frantically with the laces of her corset; as hot as she looks in black underwear, I need to feel her warm, silky skin pressing against mine. As soon as she's exposed, I roll over the top of her and latch onto her nipple, sucking and rolling it around on my tongue, then moving across her body and paying attention to the neglected nipple, until she's mewing and writhing on the bed, rubbing her wet pussy against my thigh, which is positioned between her legs.
I drag my fingers teasingly across her ribs and then her stomach in a zigzag pattern and watch as her muscles quiver in pleasure, slowly making my way down to where I know she aches for my touch. I keep my eyes on her face as my fingers slide through her silken flesh, parting her lips as I seek out her slit and slide one finger smoothly inside her. Rosalie's mouth opens in a silent moan; I slip another finger in and twist as I pump, all the time watching my lover's face. Her body begins to arch, I slip in a third then a fourth finger, all the time keeping a steady rhythm, twisting as I move back and forth inside her, curling my fingers inside, to caress her walls. I increase the speed and Rosalie's face crumples and contorts, her juice is flowing freely; my hand is slick with it and her breathing is laboured.
"Oh, oh, don't stop," she manages to pant between gasps.
Then she bucks her hips and thrust's herself against my hand, clawing at the bed sheets beside her. I feel her climax; I feel the throb against my fingers as her walls pulsate around them.
I nearly cum again at the glorious sight, sound, feel, and smell of her.
Before she opens her eyes, my mouth is pressed against hers, it's a kiss of love, of pure joy, of gratitude for loving me; I need to convey everything I feel at this moment and she feels it.
"Baby," she whispers, "I love you, too."
Rosalie manoeuvres me onto my back and situates herself between my open legs, then slides one leg underneath and one over the top until we're in a 'scissors position,' and our pussies press against each other. She rolls her hips, the sensation is exquisite and my eyes roll in pleasure.
"You feel so good baby," her voice is a purr and she rocks her hips again, it's my turn to mew in pleasure.
We both begin to move in unison, an erotic dance, pressing our lips upon each others in an intimate kiss. I feel my climax building and I grab hold of Rosalie's leg as if to brace myself.
"I'm close, too, baby," she whimpers.
Our rocking becomes frantic.
"I need to cum," I gasp, trying to hold on for her.
My orgasm tears through me, throbbing, pulsating, pleasure, I'm carried along on its waves, I feel Rosalie spasm and shake against me, thrusting herself hard as she rides out her own climax.
We lay entwined in each other, blissful, sated, and loved. Neither one of us willing to move or to break our intimate connection. This is where I belong; this is where everything in my world is put right again, a contented sigh escapes my lips and I close my eyes.
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