Masturbation Monday: Tease – Part Two
Welcome back for the second installment of Tease for Masturbation Monday! I hope you enjoy this snippet of sultry torment.
“Please, Mack.” Swaying my backside in front of him failed. I think. I’d reached back and spread my cheeks for him, to show him just how wet and happy I was to see him. Instead of being fondled and fucked, I’d received a spanking. My cheeks burned, both sets, one with a flush, the other with hand prints.
Mack sat at the desk, ignoring me. After telling me he wasn’t kindhearted, he’d tied my wrists to the leg of the desk, then spread my feet apart as though he were about to frisk me for weapons. There was a little rotating fan that was driving me insane. Every time it hit me, I squirmed. The office smelled like fresh wet pussy. My wet pussy.
The clacking of the keyboard was loud in my ears. I rested the side of my face on my arm to watch him as he worked. The intense look on his face told me that whatever he was typing up had to be something important. More important than sliding his cock inside me.
I could’ve easily slid myself to the edge of the desk, stood, and then unbound my wrists with my teeth. That was what my logical side told me anyway. This was a test. It had to be. How long could I stay here, quiet and trying to be patient, as I waited for him to finish what he was working on? And what the fuck was he working on? The man barely stopped typing long enough to take a swig of water.
My back ached, I needed to flex my hips. The heels I wore were great for bending over to get fucked or to lengthen my legs, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold this position. I shifted, stretching one leg to try and ease the ache in my hips, then the next. Mack kept typing, but spared a glance in my direction.
Once his tongue licked me from clit to backdoor, all thoughts fled.
“Almost done, pet.” Desire surged in me, I thought I had a mini-orgasm. The way he looked at me marked me as his. Then the printer started screeching behind me, causing me to almost jump out of my skin. “Whoa, are you okay? Did you hurt anything? I apologize, I should have warned you.”
“I’m okay. A little sore. I’m not used to staying still in an odd position for this long. I do yoga and work out, but staying still is not my specialty.” I turned my face away to hide the frown that worked its way onto my face. I didn’t want him to see how disappointed I was and I couldn’t stand it if he was feeling the same.
Mack stood, swept my hair off my neck, then licked, nipped, and kissed in the same sensitive spot. He kept it up until I felt like I was made of molten lava, ready to burst in a fiery blast.
“That’s a good pet. I need you to look at something, but first, I need to fucking taste you. You’ve got the entire room filled with your delicious scent. I can’t take it any longer.” Mack pulled his chair over, guiding it carefully between my legs, then sat down as if he were going to take a meeting with my backside.
Heated hands, calloused and rough grabbed my ass and lifted. I knew what he would find there. Drenched from sticky pussy juices that had been leaking from me since I’d placed myself in this position waiting for him to come back with food. Oh fuck, I’d forgotten about the food. Once his tongue licked me from clit to backdoor, all thoughts fled.
I’m always partly mortified and partly turned on when my scent fills the room. In this situation, I’d be drooling from ALL ends. Rawr.
I agree with Kayla – I’m a mixture of ashamed I’m so obviously turned on and proud of how wet I am! This is delectable in it’s decadence – and my heart would be in my mouth that I hadn’t misread the situation too … but my guess is he’s just printed off a D/s contract. More please!