Gentle words caress her senses as He coos, “you can do this My littleone. You can do this for Me.”
Her fluttering eyelids remain closed as she silently nods concession to His wishes. Everything inside her body is churning and everything outside violently quivers as a leaf would blown by a stormy summer wind. She flashes back to the hours before ~ to the scene that started this whole moment.
She was rushing around preparing not only the house, but also herself, when He walked through the front door. Without hesitation, she left what it was she was tending to and whisked her to Him. The soft white cotton fabric of her sundress clung to the upper portion of her overheated body as the lower section swirled away when she turned the corner where the front door knob twisted and opened. A wide smile was plastered on her face to display her excitement at seeing Him home safe, back in her arms where He belongs. Much to her surprise (and chagrin), she was met by not only her Master, but also two gentlemen who followed Him closely. A tall dark haired and dark complected man came first tailed by a husky blonde with ice blue eyes. Her mind raced. Surprise was evident on her face. They were to go out with some old friends of His later this evening, but were they supposed to come home with Him first? No, she really didn’t think so. She wouldn’t have forgotten something that important. Her Master introduced them each to her as He wound an arm around her waist.
“My pet, this is Rick and Jim ~ old friends of mine.”
Each shook her hand before they took their seats in the living room. Her Master requested a pitcher of lemonade and some snacks as He patted her bottom to send her to the kitchen. This brought instant although fleeting relief to her confusion, and she rushed off to fill her task.
She trembled as the knife slid with ease through the array of vegetables she had bought only yesterday. Perfectly round slices of cucumber fell to the board as her mind raced. She didn’t like not knowing company was coming although the house was kept tidy and she didn’t look frightful. Thankful that she was prepared at least somewhat for these unexpected guests with snacks, she tried to figure out why He didn’t call first to announce this. Surely there was a perfectly understandable explanation. Fresh broccoli and green peppers were arranged in small bite size pieces before washing and slicing large mushroom caps. She turned to the fridge and rummaged around for the creamy dip she had made yesterday. Slowly, she whipped it to freshen it and then poured it into a crystal serving bowl. Carefully, she arranged the vegetables around the platter with the bowl crowning the middle. Pleased with her work, she turned to fill three glasses with the fresh squeezed lemonade that she had labored on only a bit before. She licked her lips as the tiny pieces of pulp floated around the tall glasses and quickly poured herself a small glass. Placing everything on a large tray, she balanced it and inhaled a deep breath before heading back into the room.
They laughed loudly as each took turns telling stories of this or that, stories she couldn’t make out, but figured weren’t meant for her ears anyhow. She chalked it up to men catching up and with a smile, she made her way back into the room. Upon returning, the larger man, tanned with dark hair and eyes to match, stood and took His glass from the tray. The tall pitcher bore tiny rivulets of water down its sides to signal the imminent heat of the early evening. Her body too showed signs of the climbing temperatures. As her eyes locked on the chilled water trickling down the side of the glass, her tongue slipped from between her lips to slake her parched need. Idly, she sipped her drink until she could no longer stand it. Rising to turn up the air conditioning, she first bent to whisper a request to her Master.
“May I go to the bedroom or am I needed further?”
Without a response, He stood and excused Himself from the two men for a few moments. The light haired man inquired where he could freshen up after the long trip. Before ushering her back to the bedroom, He pointed out the way to the bathroom. His grasp was light on her elbow, but He led her back to their room quickly.
The door was shut slowly behind them as the two men’s voices were muffled now by their solitude. She opened her mouth to speak, but He quickly silenced her with His own lips pressing hard against hers. Hungry hands roamed over her bare arms and up until He cupped her neck with one hand while pinning her against the wall with the other. His urgency overwhelmed her and one leg snaked around His to draw her ever closer to His heat. Grinding and pulsing against each other, they drew from each other the primal need that forever called to be quenched. Suddenly, He withdrew from her grasp and backed toward the plush reading chair that graced the large window and He sunk into it.
“Come,” He coarsely called to her to which she swiftly complied and stood before Him a little confused. “I need to apologize for not calling you to inform you that they were coming home with Me. It was a spur of the moment decision and My cell phone was dead when I got in the car.”
Before going on, a look of something being wrong crossed His face as He uttered, “You aren’t in your rightful place babe.” He pulled her into His lap and cuddled her with that firm gentleness only He could give. Seemingly satisfied, He continued. “Those guys are also traveling through town on their way to a BDSM seminar.” Noting the shock that was evident on her face upon hearing the last bit, He chuckled. “Yes dear heart, they are Both Dominants. Their subs are back at their hotel waiting. I’m still not sure how the whole conversation came up, but we had a good laugh once we realized the common thread between us. All these years and we never knew.”
He paused to take a breath and check His watch. “We are going to have them over for late evening drinks and entertainment. My precious, you are to provide the entertainment for tonight, for us. You will dance before them as you dance for Me.”
Horror shook through her as she nearly fell from His lap. Her soft lips moved as though she was going to speak, but no sounds came forth. All she found she could do was shake her head. Finally, the only word that came out was, “Master?”
Lovingly, His hand reaches up to smooth her hair while she is brought back to the present time. His words echo in her mind as He whispers into her ears over and over, “You can do this My littleone. You can do this for Me. You will do this for Me.” His teeth catch her bottom lip before it can make its way out to tremble. Usually she can maintain a certain level of calmness, but sometimes she really finds her emotions surging over her control level.
As her dress hikes up above her waist, it is evident to Him that she isn’t wearing panties. Hands trickle down the outside of her thighs and back up the inside. Her legs wrap around His body and pull Him closer as her hips grind down onto His now raging hard on.
A kiss shares that sweet honey … her bare heat gyrates over His throbbing restrained rod … her hands slide over His face which her lips follow. Teeth and tongue seductively tease His neck until they reach that special spot beneath His chin where she tarries just a little longer. His hands slip in front to slide underneath her dress. The soft pads of His fingertips cup the fullness of her breasts. Slowly, her head tilts back and a long low groan flows from her as He finds her hard tender buds. Her soft brown locks tumble down over her shoulder blades and sway as her body begins to gyrate atop His.
Abruptly, He puts a halt to their playing and pulls her back far enough on His lap to expose the wet spot she’s soaked into His pants. “That’s enough now My littleone. Later we shall play. Right now, we’ve got company to deal with. They will be going to dinner soon and wish us to go with them. They will be coming back here afterwards for drinks and conversation. You will dance for them tonight my littleone. You will do it because I wish it.” A smile lingers on His lips at the last part and she knows that begging for it not to be is not an option. Electricity rips through her as she manages to maintain her composure for brief seconds before she collapses in His arms. She has never danced for anyone she didn’t know and lately she hadn’t danced for anyone but Him. It took great amounts of courage to even dance for Him in the beginning, and now He was asking her to summon even greater amounts for these strangers. Could she do it? Really? Of course she could … because He wanted it.
Tears are imminent, yet somehow she holds them at bay. His fingers curl under her chin as He lifts her face to meet His gaze. She knows that the moment her eyes meet His, all chaos will simply melt away, and she will feel that essential peace that only He can bring to her spirit. Those pale piercing eyes will sear that place in her soul only He could find … the place that no one else is privy to reaching let alone seeing. He gives her core the fire that rages, and He is the only one who can extinguish it with but a single word. She looks up. Instantly she gets lost in those eyes filled with such love and passion for her … only for her.
Soft smiles take over as she knows in her heart that her will is His and He wills her to dance for them … for Him. She does however ask for time to get ready for dinner. He wipes the tears from her cheeks and grants her the time she needs as He stands with her still with her fingers laced with His. A flurry of butterfly kisses float over each digit in an attempt to touch all of Him at once. He pulls her up to Him and nuzzles her neck.
“I need to tell them that we will meet them at the restaurant. Start getting ready love.” Upon the completion of one final serene kiss, He sets her down and heads off to again tend to their guests. Before exiting, He stops in the doorframe and His glance inspects what is His once more with a parting grin. Then, He is gone.
Her body falls back into the overstuffed chair as her eyes well up with anxious tears. They may be friends of His, but she had never even laid eyes upon them, yet now she would have to dance for Them … bare her flesh for Them and their charges … allow Them to see her every glorious curve and sensuous plain. Her mind wonders what would be worse, knowing that she will be doing this or having it be a surprise. Shrugging, she shakes the nervousness from her brain and rushes off to get ready.
Thankfully, she showered before He got home, so that isn’t an obstacle. The sundress falls to the floor and she stands naked in the setting suns final burst of brilliance. The warm rays feed her flesh in comfort as she wanders to the closet. The realization hits that she never asked where they were going which would dictate how she will dress. Sighs fall on the fading light as she pulls her satin robe from its hook and to her nude form. Draping it lightly and tying it loosely, she heads back out into the living room.
The rooms are silent as she meanders through the barely lit house. The kitchen light is the only one on and she makes her way to it like a tiny moth. Her assumption is that the men have gone; yet she is very wrong. Standing there leaning against the counter is the dark man, Jim. A wicked smile spreads over His face as He laughs, “Back so soon darlin?”
Not quite sure what to say, she merely asks where her Master is and leaves it at that.
“Oh He is in the garage and will be back shortly. I hear that you are going to be the one to entertain us tonight. Very interesting indeed.”
“Yes Sir, it should be a very nice night for all,” she squeaks out.
He chuckles and nods, “My girl could use dancing lessons so I’m hoping she picks up some tips from watching you.” His smile eases into something more settling, and she laughs softly.
“I don’t normally give lessons Sir,” she responds with a light laugh, “but if she lets it come from her heart and soul, I’m sure she would be beautiful.” She can’t figure out why this guy made her feel so uneasy earlier, and chalks it up to Them being used to using intimidation as a greeting in business settings.
Just then, her Master enters with the other man in tow. They laugh again about something one of them said and don’t take notice to her right away. Her Master sees her, beams brightly and slips an arm around her waist. An exuberant smile flashes over her face and the two Men look knowingly at them. “Doesn’t look like My girl is ready yet or is that how you plan on going out?” They all laugh and look to her for an explanation.
Feeling the rush of blood rise into her cheeks and fill them with a crimson stain, she laughs. “Master, I don’t know where we’re going for dinner, so I don’t know what to wear!”
Now He laughs again, but a little lighter this time. “Rick and Jim were just leaving to change and pick up Their girls. We’ll find you something appropriate now.”
They stand there linked by not only their arms wrapped deliciously around each other, but by their souls. Staying safe in each others embrace, they show the Men to the door while promising to see them soon.
Before the door clicks shut, He pulls her into the nearest chair so that He straddles over her. His gaze makes its way to the soft shaven mound that is peeking out from beneath the satin. He gently slips one lone finger deep inside which pulls a groan from her. Another finger fucks deep inside without warning as soft moans escape from between her lips.
“Seems My slut’s a little wet. Wonder why that could be.”
Thinking of the right response, she hesitates too long. Another finger joins the previous two in pumping slowly in and out of her sweet cunt.
“Well littleone? Why are you wet?”
Her mouth opens to no words, finding this to be a day where she is speechless more often than not. Only soft whimpers escape her. Quickly, those same fingers that were just sliding skillfully in her pussy smear over her trembling mouth. As He paints her full lips with her own juices, His want increases tenfold. Pushing those digits into her mouth, He bids her to suck them as she would what He really wants her to suck right then.
She doesn’t hesitate as her tongue rolls around each, cleaning her sticky dew from them with expert ease. He starts to moan too, and both echo their deepest lustful desires each to the other.
He picks her up still wrapped around Him and tosses her to the couch where He kneels above her. Bewilderment brings a gasp from her as His hands tear open her robe. Voraciously, His mouth suckles and nibbles at her exposed skin. Panting hot breaths bathe the wet trails left by His tongue. Urgent fingers grope and rake over her quivering body. Fanning her fire, she also begins to ravenously devour every inch of Him her hungry mouth can find.
One arm curls under her back and flips her over to her stomach. As He pulls her ass high up in the air, He also fumbles at His belt and zipper. Bending over her bowed body, His lips traverse the length of her spine as His thickness now presses against her wet crease ~ teasing it, taunting her, playing with what is His. He begins to rock back and forth, sawing His probing member deeper into her slit but not penetrating her heated depth. His fingers dig deep into her hips as He pulls her back and forth to match His motions.
Expertly, He maneuvers the throbbing head of His cock to rub against her drenched little button. This sends her so near the edge that she starts to grind back to Him and tiny wails rip from her throat.
His words replenish her longing for Him as He says barely above a whisper, “My littleone is horny for her Master, isn’t she? She wants to feel Him fuck her hard and now, doesn’t she? She wants to cum at His command, yes?”
A mixture of whimpers and growls fill the room as she can barely think straight. His voice bellows from behind her, “Well?”
“Yessssss Master, oh God yessssssss.”
“Yes what littleone? Yes what?”
She pauses to pant a little longer before begging with all she is, screeching out, “Your girl wants to cum for You Master, she wants to cum so bad. Pleaseeeee let me cum.”
Behind her out of sight, He grins that dirty grin only He can muster in times like these. He too feels the need, but thinks it best that they both wait until later as wicked thoughts take shape in His mind. “No.”
She squeals and whimpers louder which only causes His fingers to wind around in her hair, pulling back her head to His mouth. “I said no … for now.”
Gently, He releases her back to position and removes His pulsing cock from her gash torturously slow. She growls as it slides against all of her most sensitive nerve endings and nearly tosses her over the cliff she’s barely hanging onto as it is. Loving hands stroke over her glistening skin as He urges her back to sit with Him.
All she can think of is Him … how He must be needing release as much as she does at this point … how He can continuously drive her to the edge of the cliff and hold her there dangling while His own blood must be boiling with need … she can only think of how she kneels in awe of this man, this man who holds her in the palm of His hand, gently squeezing from her only the best.
Feeling rather frazzled, she takes a few deep breaths before curling against Him. Deciding to try and put what just happened behind her for the time being, she asks innocently, “So where are we going to eat, and any ideas of what I should wear?” She practically jumps from her seat when He bursts out into fits of laughter. That is one thing she absolutely loves about them ~ their ability to laugh together. It seems to be infectious as she begins to giggle uncontrollably. Soon they are holding onto one another for dear life as tears pour from their eyes from the force of the silliness.
They calm slowly and race each other to the bedroom to get changed. He, of course, wins since He’s much more quick and agile than she seems to be today. Instead of heading to His closet, He goes to hers and rummages through her garments. Being that the night will be balmy, He selects a pale yellow tank top with brown leather lacing up the front. She grins because it’s one of His favorites being that it has spaghetti straps that barely cover her shoulders and is quite low cut to reveal much more than just her cleavage. She pulls her favorite short shorts from the bottom drawer of her dresser and holds them up for approval. They aren’t too short, but short enough to make Him stop and stare. The smile that they draw answers her query quickly. Heading to her underwear drawer, she starts to rummage around through the assortment of frills, lace, satin and silk. He slides up behind her and reaches down for only one item before closing it. He pulls out a strapless cream bra and winds it around her neck.
“No panties tonight My precious.”
She giggles and nods. As He backs away, she wiggles out of her silky robe and lets it float down her body to the floor. He watches as she slips into the bra and tank top, but helps her into her shorts. Twirling before Him, she waits for His opinion. He again smiles wide and tosses her sandals over to her. Completing the ensemble, she heads over to her vanity to find her jewelry. He is busy behind her getting dressed Himself, selecting a navy blue polo shirt and a set of khaki shorts. She turns just in time to see Him pull up the shorts over His delicious rear. He crosses the room to wind His arms around her shoulders as she fixes her earrings. His palm brushes the fullness of her breasts as He reaches down over her to grab her collar. It’s leather still so crisp and new, she watches as He lovingly fingers the sleek black band. She can’t help but smile as He pulls it tight against her throat for mere moments before relaxing its tension enough to fasten it. It’s her turn then to run her fingers over the band she only gets to wear for special occasions. Tonight will make only the third time she’s been allowed to wear it, and it’s only been when they’ve gone out. Although she knows that she belongs to Him 100%, He has not granted her the bliss of this His final act of claiming her as His and His alone. She knows it will come, but on His terms and at His will and this makes her again well with pride at being His. Bending back slightly to gaze into His eyes, she flashes Him the smile that she reserves for Him and Him alone.
“Ready?” she asks.
With a nod and a hearty chuckle, He takes her by the elbow and leads her back out into the sitting room. He sits and waits as she brings His shoes over. Running off to check that the house is ready to leave, she quivers while wondering what is on His agenda tonight. He lives to surprise and shock her. Of course, this means that she never knows what to expect. He certainly has gained some bliss at keeping her on her toes. More than once she has affectionately referred to Him as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He seemed to love that connotation and revels in being able to change quicker than the weather to keep her literally jumping. Past images of some things He has done flash by as she makes sure the back door is locked, and she shudders again. His cat rubs affectionately against her legs craving attention which brings her quickly back to earth. Sweeping the ball of fluff into her arms, she whisks her off to the kitchen. Immediately, He smiles upon seeing her with the cat nestled carefully in her grasp. The cat jumps to the floor to hungrily run to her food. He quickly moves to her and embraces her in His strong arms. She squeaks a tiny moan as He squeezes gently.
As they drive away, He slips in their favorite CD. It was the one they made together one long night. It was so wonderful to search through song after song while seated on His lap. She hums along with the melody as the suns begins to fall low into the evening sky. It’s only then that she realizes she has no clue where they’re going to eat.
“So, where are we going to eat?”
“Guess,” He replies playfully before quickly adding, “It’s easy if you think about it carefully.”
Her mind begins to run quickly to the small town’s eateries. Ruling out Moxie’s because they’re dressed entirely too casually, she thinks where else He would take not only her, but old friends as well. The light bulb brightens and then blinds as she knows without a doubt.
“Poor Red’s?” she poses her guess.
He laughs and nods. “I knew that was too easy.”
She was actually surprised that she didn’t get it sooner. It is one of they’re favorite places to kick back and grab supper. The ambiance the tiny place gives them is always so perfect, not to mention that their ribs are literally to die for. Many nights had been spent at the corner table talking and laughing over a huge plate of ribs with sides of cole slaw and cinnamon apples. Suddenly she’s very happy that they both dressed cool and comfortably. Poor Red’s is so very hot considering the size of the ovens they use. The first time He took her there, she overdressed and roasted miserably. Since then, she’s not made the same mistake twice.
As they pull into the parking lot, He points out that His friends have already arrived and are waiting on the bench outside.
“You know, I hate to admit it, but I’m actually quite nervous about this,” she remarks as He turns the engine off.
The stars are shining brightly as huge dust trails across the sky and reflect in the windshield and in His eyes as He turns to face her. Soft fingertips trail over the top of her thighs as He curiously scans her face with His piercing baby blues. “Nervous about what precious? Dinner with them or the dancing later?” His eyes flash with rapture seeing that He’s kept her on the edge of both excitement and restlessness for so long.
After pondering for a moment, she says, “Both.”
“Why about dinner?”
“Well I know what comes after dinner, so I’m going to want to make this last as long as possible.”
He laughs hard and shakes His head. “I somehow don’t think that you will be able to stretch it out any longer than it’s supposed to be. You will do fine. I know this isn’t something that you’re used to doing, but you will do fine. I have faith in you.”
The last sentence does wonders to set her mind at ease. The confidence He exudes when it comes to her amazes her still to this day. His hand covers hers before He withdraws from the car and crosses to her side. As He opens the door, she sees Him wearing a huge grin. He offers her His hand, and when she slips hers into His grasp, He pulls her playfully into His arms. He breaks into an impromptu tango there in the middle of the parking lot as the setting suns rays slowly filter through the lower portion of the trees. They burst into a fit of laughter as they realize that patrons of surrounding stores and rush off to the restaurant were watching them.
Upon entering, they see that His friends and Their charges are already enjoying drinks at a corner table. Both men stand as They see the couple approaching. Greetings and introductions are exchanged quickly before He pulls her chair out and seats her beside Him. She takes advantage of the time while He orders them both something to drink and looks over the other two women at the table. Rick’s girl is but a waif in comparison to herself, yet her eyes flash such warmth that she immediately feels comfortable. Her reddish blonde hair is cut into a neat bob and styled fashionably. As opposite as possible, the other girl, Jim’s girl, is a tall amazon of a woman with long flowing raven tresses and a healthy build. Her smile is amazing and instantly makes the room brighter. She glances over to Him in a tell-all way, one that He reads immediately. In that single look, she told Him that the anxiety is gone and that she feels wonderful. His fingers squeeze her thigh in reassurance before coming up to get His iced tea.
In an attempt to break the ice, she starts an exchange of small talk with the ladies which is joined by the men soon after. Always the hostess, she keeps the flow moving steadily but not rapidly. While talking, she finds that she likes their guests very much and her apprehension fades some about what will come later.
She heads for the jukebox that stands in the corner to pick some sort of background music while the rest of the party talks and laughs. The heat is almost unbearable, but no one seems to notice as they have such a good time. As the discs slip by, she feels eyes upon her back and grins to herself. He is watching her even as He keeps up conversation. That piercing stare is one that haunts her even when He is not with her. She has come to know it even as her back is turned. It beckons to her as no words ever could. Quickly, she selects some of the songs she likes and traipses back to Him.
As she reaches to pull her chair out in order to sit, He holds it in with His foot. Instead, He pats His lap. “Take your rightful place love.”
Smiling outside and in, she nods and backs up towards His legs. For effect, she wiggles slightly before settling down sideways upon His thighs. One arm comes up and slides across her stomach as He pulls her back to Him. The guests smile discerning smiles as the waitress returns then and brings large plates stacked high with succulent ribs slathered with sauce. The table ooh’s and ahh’s with sheer delight and hunger. Without waiting, they dig in.
She pulls a rib from its place and her skilled fingers tear the meat from the bone. One hand still holds the clean white bone while the other drips with juices and thick red sauce. Discarding the bone, she cups one hand under the other as she offers Him the first delectable taste. He smiles before parting His lips and taking the meat along with her fingers into His mouth. A long suck clears all of the remaining mess from her swiftly. This nearly brings a moan to her lips, but He is already putting a piece of pork to her mouth now. This continues all through the meal as they only pause to gaze at each other or chat with their friends.
Each of them feeling quite full, they decide to leave. As they step out into the night air, they are instantly refreshed by the cool starlit evening.
Looking upward, He mirrors her thoughts in words, “Seems like every star created is out tonight. Perfect for a walk.”
They decide to take a bit of a walk through the small town before returning to the house. Somehow, she is thrilled at keeping the imminent plans at bay for even just a bit longer. As they walk, her mind keeps wandering, rehearsing in her head so to speak. Since He chose to be so kind and give her a heads up to her being the entertainment, she thought she should have something planned, at least for the beginning.
No matter how many times she plans a dance in her head, it never turns out that way. Somehow, the music seems to take over her very soul and possess her in a way that she has no control over. However, she thinks it a good idea to have a back up plan in case the music fails her somehow although she knows it never will. The music not only flows through the air, but it flows through her veins, her skin, and her core. And He loves it. Not much pleases Him more than to watch her become lost within a strain of melodies. It was how He first noticed her ~ dancing for a small crowd of close friends. He had just happened to be there. She shone more brightly than the moon itself that night, and He knew without a doubt that He had to meet her. It was that night that He knew. That day is burned into her memory forever and she often revisits it when she needs a smile.
All too quickly, she is roused from her thoughts. “Time to go littleone.” A wicked grin punctuates His words.
With a brief nod, they are again off. They really never walked so much as they stood in front of the restaurant and talked some more. She had to laugh at this, but soon was tucked safely in the car with Him leading the others back to the house. Both of them were pleased with the ease of the night thus far and were hopeful that it would continue to be such.
Once comfortable in the living room and settled with the drinks she had fetched, He nods her way ~ an indication for her to go and prepare. Politely, she excuses herself and makes for their bedroom. Knowing that time is not on her side, she hurriedly prepares. Shirt then bra are stripped from her body and flung into the hamper standing ready in the corner. Her shoes flip off with ease. With each article that is removed, both excitement and trepidation increase. Inching her shorts over her voluptuous hips, she stares in the full-length mirror. It’s there that she notices how wet the denim crotch was the whole time. A giggle resounds over the stillness of the room. She can hear only intermittent laughs and words from the other room, and she knows that she is afforded a bit more time since they are lost in conversation.
Overall, she is pleased with how the night turned out. His friends were very nice and their girls were delightful. She hopes that is enough for her to feel a level of comfort that will bring out the best in her dancing.
All of this begins to weigh on her mind as her hands idly wander over her tanned arms, slathering on first her warm vanilla sugar silk lotion followed by sparkling body luster. Again she twirls slowly in the mirror, enchanted by the glimmering sheen her body has now taken on. She pulls her favorite lipstick from her cupboard. As she holds it to her lips, she smiles thinking of how proud He is of her ~ proud enough to want her to dance in front of old friends. Those mixed emotions start to wreak familiar havoc within her again ~ honor to dance for Him, to serve Him, to please Him … panic that she will fall flat on her face or something worse … excitement to dance for Him while others eyes survey the plain of her flesh … arousal at how His hands will scan her body after the company is gone for the night. The lipstick stains her lips a brilliant shade of dark crimson and she smacks them together to seal the deal.
Now suddenly aware of how much time she’s taken, she rushes over to her dresser. Atop it sits a rectangular tapestry box. Inside are two gold cuffs copiously adorned with tiny tinkling bells. While each hand slides into the cold bands, her eyes hunt for her other anklet. Reluctantly, she removes her collar as per His prior orders. It is tucked securely away in the back of the box to wait the next time He permits her to don it. The other anklet now found is fastened quickly and with a little shimmy, she sets her body to music.
That’s when she hears the tapping at the door. He enters and sees her not ready. A frown full of disappointment flows over His face.
“Time is ticking littleone. Want to get moving sometime tonight or do you want Me to light a fire under your ass?” With a chuckle capping the last part, He knits His brow together.
She nods concession and slips into her clothes. Scurrying around, she tries to her best to hurry. Aware that His eyes are boring holes into her flesh with their intense gaze, she moves even faster. She slips into a soft gauzy sundress and trembles knowing how near the time is now. His stare makes her feel more naked than she had ever been before even though she is completely clothed. The dress hangs from her hips in a gauzy film yet hugs her torso to show off her features well.
With a deep inhale, she whispers, “I’m ready Love.”
He too takes a deep breath as she twirls before Him while His arms reach out to her. Breathy pants caress her ear lobe as He dips His mouth to her and growls, “Took you long enough.” Adding a devious snicker, He says, “You look radiant.”
Stopping only long enough to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the back of the door, she smiles at how the white of the fabric contrasts deliciously with the tan her skin has taken on from the many hours of gardening and walking. That cocoa color is accented by the shimmer of the luster ... just enough to notice. Her hair trails down in long chestnut coiling tendrils over the slope of her shoulders and the center of her back. He takes a stand and winds it around His index finger while biting into the curve of her neck. This elicits a gasp followed by a moan from her throat. He again laughs and then releases her.
Without another word, He draws her into the living room where the furniture has since been rearranged to allow room for her to dance. The couch and chairs have been moved to create a semi-circle in which she would be at the center. Fears icy fingers wrap tightly around her lungs and squeeze the air from them. One look at Him standing there waiting for her is enough to calm a charging herd of elephants, and she stills. Her gaze sweeps the room as she sees the other two couples seated comfortably watching for her to begin.
Padding lightly over to the stereo in the corner, she slips in a CD and waits for the first strains to fill the night air. They all anxiously listen for the melody as well to see what she has selected to dance to for them.
Suddenly, soft drum beats accompanied by a tambourine and a guitar belt out from the speakers. It’s gentle tones mimic an Arabian seduction song. The name of it is Serenity and the male voice begins to croon ~
While he sings, her body begins to sway like a string blowing in the breeze. Rolling her hips from side to side and moving from the balls of her feet back to the heel, she inhales and holds it while chaos runs amok. She is being transformed with each new line of the song … being transformed into a graceful motion and nothing more. Her whole body moves as if possessed by the very rhythmic beat of the drums.
He backs up to the far chair and without looking, sits down. Entranced by her beauty when she fades into this place, He feels pride swell deep in His core that she is His and His alone … that she is truly dancing for Him and Him alone right at this moment. He can picture Him taking her and her moving like that which brings a stirring from below. Mindlessly, His hand wanders to His stomach and nearly moves lower before He catches Himself and blood stains His cheeks.
Soft flowing fingers move as though caught on an ocean current as they trickle up her sides. The couples sit wide-eyed with their stares fixed on her every sensuous move. Now she moves from her place, toe to heel she dances around, still swaying and flaunting her communion with the music. The gauzy flimsy fabric that surrounds her legs move as though hooked on invisible strings controlled by a puppeteer, floating up and down like puffs of air. Her face is somber as though her purpose is clear ~ to dance, to please, to move and be filled with grace. That stone façade is only accented by how her mouth betrays her and lets her tongue dart out to wet her parched lips. The beat begins to pulsate through the room as she works into a near frenzy to keep up.
The voice coming from the speakers has already gained control of her limbs and now was vying for her soul. Her hands commence making their way up to cup the fullness of her breasts in the palms, pulling the dress taut against her. The melody governs her reactions as a lone finger from each hand circles the protruding bud that forces itself outward against the white cotton. Her hands snake downward, meeting at her bellybutton where they pause for mere moments before traveling lower. In unison, they push the flowing material between her legs as she grinds out against the strain.
As she pulls them back up to her stomach, she trails higher to allow her hands to roam up under her hair as they caress the sleek angle of her neck ... long waves of tresses tumble down over her fingers as those digits tangle and release to sprawl haphazardly over her smooth bare shoulders. Settling upon each strap resting on her shoulders, she begins to peel them down over the top of her arms. Spinning in slow paced circles, she looks over one of those naked shoulders to peer longingly into her Masters eyes ... her pale blue pools exuding her untamed desire to unleash her ferocious passion upon His unfettered soul, her heart pleading to bind His to hers through her motions.
She resumes her exotic dance as her hands traipse down over the contours of her neck and down the sloping softness of her bountiful breasts. As her fingers curl around underneath each to cup them, her hips grind with more force, railing against the urges she already feels. She delicately squeezes that flesh in a mix of pleasure and pain in time with the music’s harmonious beats. The expression she wears is evident that she is becoming aroused without trying or warning. Her body temperature rises as sweat begins to glisten openly on her smooth skin.
He looks to His guests and sees that both men have taken to fondling Their charges in various ways. Rick kneading His girl’s breast through the sheer lacey top she has on while she rubs His growing hard on through His jeans. Jim has His hand buried between His girls legs and is furiously pumping at her juicy slit. Soft moans and groans abound from their area of the room as they still watch the girl in the middle of the room entice their senses to a heightened state.
Now He feels the jolt of arousal take over all of Him at once. Before He knows it, He’s on His feet and behind her. Both hands grab at her arms and swing her around to face Him. Her surprise is a delicious addition to what He craves ~ her complete surrender. His fingers dig into the muscles of her upper arms as He growls down into her ear, “Mine!”
In a flash, she has come back from her trance-like state and is fully aware that this Man is holding her in place with a sure intention in His stare. Fingers hook into the straps of her dress and rip it down the length of her arms. All at once, her entire top half is exposed to how it glistens with efforts dew. Her breasts bounce with sheer horror for moments before He rolls the fabric tighter in His fist and tears it down her legs. Within the context of a half of a minute, He has stripped her bare and left her vulnerable to the gaping eyes of their friends. They watch in wonder, still toying with each other in the most wicked of ways.
He turns her to face Him and barks one word, “Down!”
Her knees literally buckle beneath her, and she drops to the floor. Without thinking, she splits them wide and shows Him what is indeed His. A vicious smile wipes across His face as His eyes smolder with desire. He would enjoy nothing more right now than to shove His cock deep inside her depth and take her as He pleases, but since He too can now feel the intense heat of the guest’s stares upon Him, His cock twitches frantically. ‘A show they want, eh? A show they shall have,’ He thinks with a smirk.
He walks with intent behind her and winds a measure of her hair in His fist. Yanking backwards, she cranes her neck to look up at Him. A single digit reaches out to span the lovely arch her neck has taken.
He bends at the waist and through gritted teeth, He hisses, “I will take you in front of them my little slut. They will watch as I use you for my pleasure tonight.”
All that she can manage is a whimper of concession before He releases her and her head snaps back into place. Her whole body quivers as He continues to circle her like a shark that’s smelled blood in the water. A lone finger traces over her skin as He moves.
He peers out at His friends and see them watching intently on what will happen next. Their playing has come to a stand still in lieu of watching the couple on display. He spins her so that her back is pressed to His front while His hand snakes around her middle. Her breath is held tight inside as His fingers rake across her soft pliant flesh.
He buries His face in her flowing hair and snarls. She involuntarily jumps against the sound and then is suddenly forced to bend over. The bulge in His pants presses deliciously hard to her ass. He grinds there repeatedly while the pressure builds deep within His balls. Abruptly, He tears open the fly of His shorts and as they fall, His cock tips down against her tiny tight pucker. Again He growls, but this time He growls a single word – “Mine!”
He knows full well what hearing Him say that does to her and taking full advantage of that, He begins to force the throbbing velvet head of His cock against the tensing hole. Soft raspy words replace growls for a time so that she relaxes enough to allow Him easy entrance. From time to time, He glances over at the other people in the room and find them still watching, yet thoroughly engaged in their own activities. Rick is now being sucked expertly, and Jim is finger fucking His girl slowly.
Seeing this sends Him over the edge, and He pushes full on her sweet ass. As though being seduced, His engorged member is sucked deep into her nether region. A low groan resounds from her and echoes throughout the room. Slowly, His body saws His rod in and out of her while His hand pets her back reassuringly. Finally, He bends over Her and reaches around to toy with her protruding nipples. She begins to go wild, fucking back onto Him with a fury rarely seen. Quite aware that their actions are bringing the others to a heightened state, she feels a swell of arousal that is stronger than it had been all day even with His teasing.
He pulls a thick vibe from the table next to Him and proceeds to slip it deep into her dripping cunt. A warning is shot to her. “Don’t cum until I say or until I do my bitch.” With that said, He begins to fuck her relentlessly. Screams rip through the sweltering night air and pierce the senses of those now engaged in their own chaotic pleasures. Feeding on the energy surging through the room, they seemingly float on the edge of orgasmic release.
Each time His cock plunges into the dark chasm of her rear, His hand shoves the raging vibe harder into her. His voice is primal and His lust has taken on the animalistic rage that comes with His holding back for so long.
“You are My little slut, My horny fuckslut! Take it bitch, take it all the way in deep! Harder, fuck your Master harder!”
Quite aware that He was damn near ready to cum by the way His body tenses against hers, she fucks back with everything that she holds. His fingers reach down from her back to her tiny hard nub and as He pinches it, they slap their bodies together in the fiercest of ways.
She glances over a final time and notice that they are no longer the only ones fucking. Both couples have taken to their own activities and now barely notice them. Her body begins to convulse as she bears witness to a carnal display of pure passion.
He too feels her dangling from the edge of release and holds back no longer. Letting His seed rip from His balls, He bellows, “Cum NOW!”
She relaxes for a mere second before she feels two things slice through the center of her being ~ His hot sprays of essence filling her dark depth and her own orgasmic waves rolling and fighting outward. Together they ride the blissful rage of their mutual need until they collapse into each other, her panting yielding slowly till she passes out.
Stars twinkle before her eyes as she wakes safe in His embrace. Still naked as the day He was born, He coaxes her back to Him where she belongs. Gasping and afraid, she only stills upon becoming coherent to His voice. Quickly, she surveys the room to find them alone.
“They took a walk down to the pond to see the geese and ducks. You have been out for a good while and I was beginning to get very worried.” The final part is evident as she looks deep into His eyes and reads the concern that lies there. Again, He coos into her ear His love for her and His pride in her performance. “You’ve made me very proud tonight my littleone. Very proud.” She mirrors that pride but instead in being His and in His willingness to take her no matter the circumstance or audience. She indeed is His and His alone, and everyday He proves it a little more.
“I love You my Cherished Master … with all I am and will be. I love You.” She searches for His lips with her own to seal that sentiment with a long lingering kiss.
