I dreamed of him all night. I woke up gasping in the dark, his hands on my nipples as he slept. Was he also dreaming of me? The dreams were fragmented, a flogging scene cut short by his mouth on my cunt, sweet and sensual. I love you. The cane tapped gently on my ass, a swooshing sound and I braced, feeling it bite, the sting spreading through my skin. I let out my breath and smiled, his face came into view, proud. He fucked my mouth, my head hanging over the edge of the bed, choking and writhing on the moonlit sheets as he painted my chest with his come. I hung from the ceiling wrapped in rope, a moth happy to be caught in the spiders web, my legs spread grotesquely wide, the wand tied to the inside of my thigh, torturing me. All night long, I dreamed. He gave me everything I wanted, but I didn’t come. I had to wait until we were awake and it was real.
I woke up as the buzzing wand became the annoying buzz of my alarm, and I was unsatisfied, craving more. He was already out of bed, drinking his coffee, watching the news, getting ready for his day. But, I needed something from him, so I stumbled across the house, my eyes still not yet adjusted to reality, my hair wild, the crotch of my panties dampened. I knelt between his slippered feet and rubbed my face against his crotch. Please. I need you. He laughed at my pathetic desperation. What a needy cunt you have! Go and bend over the back of the couch. Wait silently, blue. I don’t want to hear another word.
My skin tingled with anticipation. I wanted to ask questions. I wanted to know what to expect, but I knew better. He would give me what he wanted. He would take what he needed, and I would be happy. I waited while he finished his coffee, the news droned on, and he didn’t look at me. I waited and watched as his cock stiffened in his shorts, the head clearly outlined against the grey cotton. I wanted to nuzzle my face against it. I wanted to lick it through the soft fabric, feel it push back against my tongue. I wanted to see it pop free of the elastic waistband. I wanted, but I waited.
My need grew stronger, a steady flow of arousal dripped from my soaking my panties. I kept my hands in front of me, draped over the cushions, afraid that if they were any closer to my cunt, I would be bad. I would touch myself. Softly at first, I would tickle my lips with my fingertips, then I would dip them inside me, finding that dampness and rubbing it all over me. I would find my hardened nub and circle it, rubbing hard then softer, teasing until I couldn’t take it any more. Then I would put a finger inside me, just an inch, pressing upwards slightly as I clenched. I wouldn’t last long. I would come so quickly. I’d been edging all night long after all. I didn’t need him to tell me that this would be a bad idea. I was told to wait, and so I did.
Every time he shuffled his feet, my heart lurched. He knew what he was doing, keeping me on edge like this. I was vibrating with need, my knees shaking. He made me even more desperate than I was when I woke up. He sighed and stretched his legs, pushing his hips up slightly, showing off his cock, and I lit up. This had to be it. He could’t possibly make me wait any longer! He stood up from his chair and left the room, and I didn’t hear his footsteps again until he was almost directly behind me. Good, blue. He stroked my thighs, scratching my skin and I arched into him. He pulled my panties down, the soft fabric slowly teasing their way down my legs and pooling at my feet. I groaned as the cool morning air hit the damp skin between my legs. We will have none of that. I told you to be silent. He shoved my panties into my mouth, and I breathed in my own urgency. I can smell your cunt from here. My own little slut. You want me so badly don’t you?
He pushed his hand into the small of my back and leaned me over the back of the couch, folded over like a throw blanket, opening me to him. I felt his fingers probe me, rubbing my clit roughly, pushing easily into me. I clamped down on the underwear in my mouth, trying to remain quiet as I melted under his touch. Stay. He stepped away, and I wanted to cry out for him to come back, but then I felt the falls of the flogger as they delicately brushed over my skin. He started slowly, building up his rhythm until I had to press my face into the cushions and remind myself that I wasn’t dreaming anymore. I knew he was getting harder by watching my ass jump and dance as he pummeled me, that my pinking skin made him ache for me. I ached too.
I floated, as if I were still dreaming. My sleeping body was awakened by the soft leather, cracking and slashing. I drifted, swaying internally as his rhythm pulled me to another place. He laid the floggers in front of me where I could see them, and I felt the smooth skin of his cock head press between my legs. He kept it there at my entrance, tiny thrusts just inside the doorway to my insanity. I kept still, taking what was offered, breathing into my gag. He reached around and found my clit with his fingers, slowly drumming in my wet mess as he continued to tease me with his cock. Fuck. He kept hitting that spot, just inside, and my knee started to shake. I screamed when I came, defying his orders, but I had lost all control, he made me do it. My vision blackened and my whole body stiffened and I felt his cock all the way inside me. Fuck! His hands were on my shoulders now, used like handle bars as he rutted, pushing, fucking, hurting me so wonderfully.
I no longer cared about the sounds that were coming from me. I was loud, like an animal, and I grunted as he thrust into me, a whine, a howl, a screech all muffled against my sodden panties. When he came, he dug his fingers into my shoulders and neck and pushed my hips into the back of the couch. I drank up the pain he gave me, wanting it more, wanting it deeper and everywhere. I spasmed around his cock as he held it still, pushed as far as possible inside me, his warm come a comfort as he filled me. I wanted to hold him there, my greedy cunt squeezed around him. Please, not yet! He slowly slid out of me, a delicious last kiss that somehow felt better than anything else, leaving me aching for him once again. Will I dream of him again tonight?