Page 34 of Not About That Life
Swat!
Swat!
Each time Sir flogged me, my body went on pleasure overload. I wanted more but I knew I had to ask for it. What was going on? My mind went everywhere but I couldn’t form one coherent thought.
Sir dragged His fingers against my wet slit, making me write beneath His touch. “Beg me to eat you.”
“Oh fuck!” My voice came out as a high-pitch nonsense. “Sir, can you lick my pussy?”
“Good girl.” He immediately puts his mouth on my sex and thank God I was strapped down to the table. I would’ve for sure leaped off it.
Sir’s mouth is warm, inviting, and oh-so wonderful. He licks me gently and meticulously as if I’m a delicate flower he doesn’t want to ruin. His tongue slid up and down my slit, circling me, until He began to flick His tongue up and down.
He didn’t use fingers or any other implements; He just used His magnificent tongue. My feet curled into tight balls; my fists followed the same and I couldn’t get enough of it. He was taking me to the Promised Land, one stroke at a time.
Sir’s tongue began to work on me faster, more urgently, as if He were silently demanding that I come and come hard. Moans poured out of me as I cried, panted, and begged Him to not stop. I felt small beads of sweat forming on my body and my brain was on overload.
Sir’s lips and tongue were so hungry, so greedy for me. My legs began to shake, little orgasmic pangs hit my body in different places, and finally I came hard, shaking the table and trembling with the erotic aftershocks.
“Shhh…” He placed a palm on my sex to calm down the involuntary movement. “That’s my angel…” Once my body stopped shaking, I felt Sir’s head lean against my inner thigh. The smooth roughness of his beard slightly tickled me but I didn’t mind. I’ve grown rather accustomed to Him doing that whenever He pleases me. He loves to study me, studyher,and decide which course of action to pursue next.
“You’re so damn sexy, angel,” He murmurs, “the sexiest woman alive.”
Sir doesn’t compliment me very much. It’s not like I go fishing for his compliments but when He does say something, He makes sure it’s clear I heard He meant every word. I love that quiet strength about Him.
“Where are you?” He asks.
The traffic signal.
I’m not sure if I’m quite red, but I don’t know if I want to stop. I decided to take a risk. “Yellow.”
“Oh?” His voice sounds surprised. I hear Him get up and walk over to a station, before He came back to me. I hear the familiar buzzing sound of a vibrator and my mouth gapes open.
I…I…I don’t know if I can handle this now.
My mind is telling me to scream red, red, red…no, it’s not red, you idiot. It’s donut, donut, donut!
My body is telling my brain, ‘bitch, shut up and let Sir do His thing!’
My heart is singing, “I feel pretty! Oh so pretty!”
I feel the buzzing against my inner thigh before Sir rolls around to my sex. I gasped but no sound could come out. My body tensed and my fists were tightly clutched.
Sir had it on the highest setting.
He rolled the vibrator around my sex until He held it against my clit. I breathed hard; grunts and groans were pouring out of me. I couldn’t take the pressure anymore as another earth-shattering orgasm rumbled throughout my body.
“You need to beg Me to come.” He ordered.
The need to climax was hard, intense, and the most frustrating experience in my life. It was on the brink of excruciating and I couldn’t think. I couldn’t move. I could barely moan.
What in the fuck was happening?
“Angel…” Sir warned me as my body involuntarily convulsed.
I gritted my teeth and grunted again, pushing hard air through my nostrils. “Sir, can I come?”
“No.”
