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kiana -> Only for Him (1/26/2005 2:42:21 PM)
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Part I
Totally engrossed in His thoughts, mulling over the events of the day now past, His chin propped in his hands, elbows resting on His big oak desk. Not aware of the door opening behind Him, a shadowy, ethereal figure slipped through and melting into their surroundings.
She sauntered across the room silently, an attitude of confidence and lack of inhibitions in the sinuous sway of her hips and the sensuous smile curling the soft corners of her luscious , ruby red lips.
“Greetings, Sir.” She whispered in His ear, slipping to her knees, sliding under His desk, her long sable tresses falling across His lap as if they were folds of midnight black satin.
“Greetings lil one” He smiled, looking down into her deep, vivid azure eyes. “Has my pet had a good day?”
Running long fingernails up His tense thighs, slowly curling them against His restrained cock, trailing them upwards to the zipper of His tightening pants. Sliding a finger between His waist and the waistband, releasing the dome with a practiced fluid motion, gently dragging her hand down towards the floor, the zip falling open in her finger’s wake.
“My pet has missed Me, I see…” He remarked with a knowing chuckle as her hand delved deep into the awaiting depths, slowly releasing His already erect cock, a soft smile beginning as her tongue ran slowly across her bottom lip, dark blue eyes intent on what lay before her.
Running a long nail along the underside of His hard, waiting cock. Curling her thumb and forefinger around the shaft, running them back and forth slowly and gently, as her lips lower, enveloping it little by little, a soft moan on her lips as her tongue hungrily explores it’s length and breadth, hollowing her cheeks as she began to suck gently at first, getting stronger and more insistent as His hands entwine almost cruelly in her hair, forcing her to take Him deep. His cock sliding deep in her mouth, moaning again as she feels it hit the back of her throat and continue.
Moving one claw like hand to His balls, her fingers caressing gently, her nails raking the tender flesh, as His hips begin to rock forward and back, sliding His cock in and out of her waiting throat, over eager as His moans come loud and strong, mumbling “Don’t you dare spill it My girl.” As He erupts, spilling His precious seed down her throat. Swallowing hard and fast not wanting to waste any, her hand squeezing gently on His balls to milk every last tasty, satisfying drop.
Licking her lips as He releases her hair, her deep eyes gazing into His, whispering “Mmm, thank You Sir.” A curt nod from Him and she rose to her feet, bending over His desk, raising her short black skirt, revealing a firm, tanned ass.
He rose from His desk, reaching into a draw, taking out an old, but beautifully maintained oak paddle, slapping it against His hand as He bent to place a soft, teasing kiss on her bare skin. “The girl was too eager was she not?” He asked in an imperious tone.
“Yes Sir...” She winced as the first sweet sting of the paddle connected. “Thank You Sir, may this girl have another please?” She moaned softly…
Feeling the heat rise in sun kissed cheeks, she purred softly. One lash after the next fueling the fire burning deep within her . Begging, almost whimpering with need, her plaintive sapphire eyes beseeched Him to continue.
Smiling with the satisfaction of one in control He stopped suddenly, firm hand in mid air. The disappointment evident in the deep, slow exhalation of breath from the lithe frame bent before Him. Leaning over her body so His shirt hardly teased the seering, inflamed flesh of her ass He whispered tauntingly, “Does my pet want more? No wait, does she deserve more?”
Shaking her head dejectedly she turned and knelt before Him, darkening eyes lowered to His feet, voluptuous breasts heaving from the exertion and arousal coursing through her veins. Crossing slender wrists behind her back, lowering her chin to her chest she waited, she knew what was to come next.
Pacing slowly in a circular motion around her supplicant form, He smiled, pleased with what His eyes beheld. This one was learning quicker than the last He mused to Himself. Grasping her wrists tightly, binding them with the long silken strands, He whistled quietly, enjoying His work.
Pressing a knee into her back, he set her off balance, catching her wrists as she fell forward, her face a mere half inch from the hard, cold floor. Lowering her gently, her flushed cheek reveling in the relieving kiss of cold wood as it rested at His feet.
Walking to His desk, He slid a draw open, removing something just out of her line of vision. She trembled with anticipation as He moved back towards her prone form. A shiver running down her spine as the coarse, though not unpleasant fibers caressed still inflamed buttocks. She always loved the feel of horsehair and the masterful way He coaxed every ounce of pleasure and submission out of her with His skillful strokes.
Moaning with frustration, she tried not to squirm as He stood alongside her, trailing the flogger across her thigh, before returning to His seat, sitting watching the emotions play across her face. Frustration, love, confusion, anger, hope. Flicking the strands against His thigh lightly, He laughed to Himself. He would own this one before the night was out. Her submission would be complete. She would be His.
TO BE CONTINUED
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