Mistress

“Good evening, Mr Sanders,” greeted the scantily clad woman at the door, her smile sweet as always.

“Evening, Lyra,” he returned warmly, slipping off his coat and hanging it behind the door. He then removed his shoes, placing them neatly beside the others already lined up. Then he pulled out his keys, phone, and wallet, dropping them into the bowl beside Lyra as she shut the door behind him.

“Have a good night,” she said as he started down the hall, taking up her position by the front door once more.

“You know I will.”

Silence followed him as he walked through the endless halls, the only sound his bare feet padding along the polished wood floors. The dim lights flickered as he passed, giving the illusion of candles flickering in the wind. He had always enjoyed the seeming serenity of this place, and a smile lit his face as he inhaled a deep breath. The scent of honey, latex, and cum filled his nose, making his smile grow bigger as he picked up his pace. He’d been away for seven months on tour, and now he was finally home…

To his slight surprise, she wasn’t waiting for him when he entered his room. A small frown crossed his face as he glanced around, everything seeming to be in its place. Then he shrugged, walking further into the room and shutting the door carefully behind him. Within seconds his clothes were off, and he folded them neatly before leaving them on the chair by the door. His anticipation rising, Matt moved to stand at the foot of the bed, his back to the door.

Less than a minute later he heard her. The soft click of her heels on the wooden floors warned of her approach, and his anticipation shot through the roof. It had been way too long in his opinion, and he knew she would feel the same. Matt drew in his breath when he heard the clicking stop, followed by the opening of the door.

He waited patiently, body trembling as the door clicked closed ever so softly. The carpet muffled the sound of her heels, but he knew she was behind him when he felt the heat radiating off her body. “Hmmm,” she half moaned behind him, the sound of her voice making his knees weak. “Now that is a sight I sorely missed.”

Her soft, smooth hands found their way to his bare back, her touch barely more than a whisper along his skin. Bumps raised along his body, and he heard her chuckle softly in response. “Did you miss me, my pet?”

“More than you know, Mistress,” he breathed, wishing she would come around into his sights. Or at least turn him around so he could see her. “I’ve been too long without your touch.” Her presence alone was enough to send blood rushing to his already throbbing member.

“And have you been a good boy while you were away?” she whispered, her hands leaving him and her voice moving away. Matt squeezed his eyes shut as he fought the urge to groan.

“Yes, Mistress…” He had been the perfect submissive, even without her there to guide him. He hadn’t touched himself, or another woman since he’d left. Granted, he hadn’t touched another woman besides her in almost three years. Except for when she told him too, of course.

“Don’t lie to me, Matthew,” she teased, her hands suddenly returning as she reached around and grasped him tightly. He couldn’t help but gasp in surprise at her cold touch, his hips bucking into her hand unintentionally. Her hand tightened, pulling his cock away from his stomach slightly. “You didn’t touch my toy once while you were gone, did you?”

“No, Ma’am, not once,” he replied, his breathing already becoming ragged as she began to stroke him lightly.

“Hmm, good boy,” she purred, her lips pressed to his ear and making him shiver violently. “Because this-” Her hand tightened even more, her slender fingers wrapped around his base. “-is mine to play with. Not yours.”

A whimper escaped his lips as she pulled away again, the heat of her body moving away. “Charlene,” he breathed, struggling to keep his hands by his sides. His cock throbbed almost painfully, twitching ever so slightly as it begged for her touch.

Charlene clicked her tongue behind him. “Watch it, Matthew,” she warned dangerously, her voice as cold as her hands. “You’ve only just got back. You don’t want to earn a punishment so quickly, do you?”

“No, Ma’am,” he replied immediately, once again squeezing his eyes shut. He opened them again quickly though, not wanting to miss if she came around in front of him. “I’m sorry, Mistress. It won’t happen again.”

“Good boy,” she replied, her tone softer now. She finally moved around the side of the bed, letting him see her properly for the first time in months. And his breath caught in his throat as saliva filled his mouth. Of course, he’d seen her in the tight fitting, black leather corset many times before… it still always drove him insane to see her in it, her long, tanned legs clad in fishnet stockings.

Smirking evilly, Mistress Charlene lifted one leg to rest on the bed, giving him a brief but mouth-watering view of her pussy. A small whimper escaped him as his eyes travelled down her leg, ending in the tall, black stilettos she always wore during their sessions. She knew how much he liked heels.

“On your back,” she said, tilting her head to indicate the bed, her smirk twinkling in her eyes.

Matt complied without hesitation, spreading himself out on the thick, dark purple covers. He moved his hands above his head automatically, waiting for the handcuffs to snap into place. When they didn’t, he risked a glance up at his mistress.

“You look good enough to eat,” she growled seductively, crawling onto the bed slowly, her eyes locked with his. “What do you think, pet? Shall I eat you all up?”

“Please, Mistress,” he breathed, knowing she liked it when he begged. “I need you so bad. Please touch me, eat me… I’m yours,” he added, a thrill running through him when she closed her eyes and sighed happily.

“Yes, you are,” she replied, throwing one leg over his hip. Her smile grew when he groaned, feeling her mound resting on his length. She never wore underwear when she was with him, even in public. It took all of his self-control to not buck his hips up, to keep himself from grabbing her hips. As it was, he pulled his hands down slightly, only to straighten them again quickly. It had been too long.

Charlene laughed. “Having trouble, my pet?” she taunted, grinding her hips down on him as she ran her own hands down her sides. A soft laugh bubbled up her throat as she rocked her hips again, causing Matt to bite down on his lip. “Are you certain you haven’t touched my precious toy?”

“Positive, Mistress,” he panted, rubbing his legs on the satin covers in an effort to ease the building tension. “Please, Mistress, let me touch you?” He longed to run his hands along her perfect, tanned skin. To rip that leather from her and pound her senseless… of course, he knew he never would, and after three years, he found he preferred it that way. He was hers to control, her toy, her pet.

And he loved it.

“No.” Although a simple word, it was enough to make him groan again in displeasure. But Charlene only grinned. “You have not earned it, my pet. But, since you were such a good boy during your tour, I do have another surprise for you.”

“Mistress?” he questioned timidly, watching her leave the bed and walk over to a chest of drawers. His breathing hitched as she rummaged around inside, wondering what she was looking for. She had many toys and instruments all around the place, in every room.

“Relax, Matthew,” she replied, turning around with a smile. She held one hand behind her back, but the other she held up for him to see. His heart began to pound at the small piece of fabric dangling from her fingers, and he licked his lips as she watched him. Then she threw the fabric over to him, where it landed on his bare chest. “Put it on.”

Without a word Matt sat up slowly, reaching for the black blindfold with shaking hands. Sensory deprivation was one of his favourite aspects of their play, and she knew it all too well. His anticipation rose as he fumbled with the blindfold, making sure it was secure and wouldn’t slip. That would only earn him a punishment, and while he enjoyed them as much as his rewards, he longed for her softer side after so long apart.

With his vision gone, Matt jumped when he felt her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back onto the bed. Again he licked his lips as her hands left him, wondering what she had in store for him tonight. Even after three solid years, Charlene was still too unpredictable for him. Just when he thought he had her figured out, she changed the rules.

A gasp escaped him as her hands brushed against his lower abdomen, right above his length. He started to tremble as her hands moved down lower, her fingertips grazing along his cock ever so slightly. Despite trying his best to keep still, he flinched as her hand dipped even lower still to cup his balls.

“Hmmm, so responsive,” she purred, her breath blowing over his belly button. His muscles tightened as her other hand rubbed lightly along his member.

“Mistress,” he moaned softly, rocking his head from side to side as his pleasure built within him. It didn’t take him long to melt under her expert touch. She knew all the places that made him tingle, all the buttons to press to drive him absolutely wild. Another low moan left his lips as hers came into contact with his hip. “God, Mistress, please…”

Her teasing was gentler than normal, and it was almost too hard to keep his hands in place above his head. She hadn’t told him to keep his arms there, but he knew all too well what would happen if he didn’t. At least when she handcuffed him he wouldn’t accidently bring them down. This way, it was all up to him to keep control. Which she made incredibly hard when her breath blew over his cock.

“Patience, pet,” she murmured, and he tensed when he felt her soft lips against his length. “Good things come to those who wait.” He had waited. He had been waiting seven damn months to see her again. Seven months without a single bit of fun. He’d been completely honest when he’d said he hadn’t touched his dick, or fucked another woman. It went a long way to showing how far he’d come as her submissive.

Three years ago he never would have gone so long without sex. Hell, three years ago he had thought himself the more dominant in bed, had liked to take control when he fucked around with women…

Now? Now he was a completely different man. Now, he wouldn’t even touch himself without her permission.

He couldn’t imagine ever having control over her. Not anymore. He was hers, forever and ever, and nothing would change that. Not for him. He knew he would just die if she ever released him. He also knew that wouldn’t happen. Everyone knew he was her favourite toy, her most treasured pet.

For what felt like a solid hour, Mistress Charlene simply teased him. Light touches here, a brush there… once, she ran her tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, finishing with a flick over the head. It was all he could do not to cum just from that action alone.

“Mistress, please!” he begged desperately, fighting so hard to not buck his hips, to keep his hands still. His breaths came in short pants, his toes curling as pleasure filled his every fibre. He had been begging to let him see her, to let him fill her completely…

Instead, he cried out as her lips closed around his tip. His breathing became even worse as she took his entire length into her mouth slowly, until the tip was pressing against the back of her throat. He wasn’t exactly a small man, but Charlene was skilled enough to take all of him without complaint. As her lips reached the base of his cock, one hand moved back to his balls and squeezed lightly.

And he groaned wildly, thrashing his head when she pulled away from him completely. “Mistress!” he whined, almost reaching for her in his blindness. Suddenly her tiny hands were on his wrists, needing both hands to cover them as she pushed them back to the bed. She kept one hand against his wrists as the other pulled off the blindfold, throwing it across the room.

With a grin as wicked as sin itself, his Mistress moved up to his head, putting one knee to either side. “Look at it, Matthew,” she commanded, sending his eyes straight to her pussy inches above his face. If he lifted his head just a little… “This is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he panted, resisting to urge to stretch his tongue out. He’d been away for seven months, but it had been even longer since he’d tasted her. “Mistress please, let me taste you.”

“No.” Again that single word almost shattered him. Before he could fully accept it, she had bent down and taken him in her mouth again. Matt could have screamed in frustration, in pleasure as she sucked hard. All he wanted was to touch her, to taste her. She was right there, he could smell her. Her pussy brushed against his nose, and he shivered and moaned at the wetness left behind.

She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but like a good Dominant she held back. She was the one who had control, and he would taste her when she was ready, not before. Once again his cock pressed against the back of her throat, her tongue flat against him as she bobbed slightly. He could see her sucking him now, but his eyes kept going back to her heat.

“Mistress!” he moaned as she pulled back deliriously slow, sucking hard as she did. Before she pulled away totally, she flicked her tongue over his tip twice, and he couldn’t help it.

Matt’s hips bucked up before he could stop them. Thankfully, Charlene had already sat up, and she either didn’t notice or didn’t care. “Suck,” she commanded, and Matt’s lips were on her before she finished the word.

Now, if there was one thing Matt knew, it was how to please a woman with his tongue alone. He was good at it, and even Charlene had admitted that, once. Even so, she withheld her moans from him, knowing how much he enjoyed them. However, because he knew her so well, he knew exactly what he had to do to earn one. Resisting the urge to grab her hips and hold on tight, he ran his tongue through her folds to her clit and flicked, much like she had to him.

And he smiled against her mound as she finally let out a loud moan. “That’s it, pet,” she purred, one hand going to his hair and tugging. “Show me how much you missed this pussy.” And he did, for as long as she let him. He licked and sucked, swirling his tongue back and forth across her clit before letting it dive deep inside her. “Such a good boy.”

All too soon for his liking, she pulled away from him again. Raising up on her knees, she reached down and snapped a cockring onto his throbbing member. That must have been what was behind her back, and he threw his head back with a loud, long moan as she flicked it on. The damn thing started to vibrate insanely, and it was all he could do not to thrash on the bed wildly.

His pleasure increased as she lowered herself onto him excruciatingly slowly. She paused for a moment once she had swallowed his entire length deep inside her heat, her grin taunting. “Do you like that, pet?” she purred while he gasped and writhed beneath her, her walls clenching tight. “Do you enjoy having my toy deep inside my pussy?”

“Yes,” he whined, unable to do much more as the vibrations surged through him. Combined with her moist heat and he swore he’d died and gone to heaven. “Please Mistress,” he sighed deliriously, trying to focus his gaze on her. Only to lose what he was going to say when he saw her breasts were exposed. The corset lay somewhere on the floor, forgotten. This was so much more than he usually got, even in rewards.

Instead of moving as he’d wanted, Charlene got up off his lap, his erection springing back to his stomach with a smack. “Up,” she said, her voice a little breathless as she watched him with a bemused expression. His groans of pure frustration still echoed around the room as he moved, knowing exactly what was coming next. In his three years, they’d only done this fourteen times… he’d been inside Lyra more than her.

“Come on then, pet,” she simpered innocently, laying in the middle of the bed on her back. “Show me just how much you missed me.”

So he did. He tried not to move too fast, to appear too eager as he crawled up her body slowly. He knew what he was and wasn’t allowed to do, and he knew she liked to be worshipped. Admired. So that’s what he did. He let his eyes roam all over her body, made it obvious that he was savouring her. But when he glanced up into her eyes and saw the hunger there, he knew he was wasting too much time. If he didn’t move quicker she would leave him like this and tend to herself. Most likely right in front of him.

It wouldn’t be the first time…

Reaching down between them while he kept eye-contact, Matt guided his cock to her entrance, waiting for her nod before he thrust deep inside her with one, quick movement. Once inside, he froze again, watching her carefully for reactions. Her lips were pressed tight together, keeping her moans back as she nodded again, allowing him to move.

“No games,” she whispered, a slight moan clipping the end of her words. “No easing in. You fuck me hard, Matthew, and you get me off in the next ten minutes or I’ll do it myself.”

His own eyes rolled back in his head as he complied, slamming himself into her as hard and as fast as he could. He knew he couldn’t hold on long, and he hoped he could do as she asked. Normally he had time, hours and hours, with her almost explicit direction to guide him. And she wouldn’t let him cum until she had, he knew that, too. He went to grab her hips to give him a better angle, but she slapped his hands away with a low growl.

“No.”

He knew better than to grab her like that. To try and make up for his mistake, he leaned down to nibble her neck, finding she offered it freely. It was becoming almost unbearable to hold back, but as he tried to quicken his pace, her walls clenched around him and she threw her head back, her hands clutching the sheets.

“Matthew,” she half-moaned, reaching up to grab a fistful of hair and pulling him away from her neck. “Let me hear you, bitch.” He was already moaning as he fought his orgasm, and she knew that only made things worse. Still, he knew what she wanted.

“Ch-Charlene,” he stuttered out, his moans turning to grunts as she tugged on his hair again. “Please Mistress, let me cum… please…” He needed it so bad…

“Almost, pet,” she panted, her other hand reaching down to slap, then squeeze his ass. “Harder!”

Matt was losing his mind as he pounded her. She’d never let him be this wild, never let him ravish her so roughly before. It made him realise how much she had missed him, too.

“Mistress,” he moaned, his head starting to swim at the insane levels of pleasure coursing through him. She still hadn’t deactivated the cockring, but as that thought crossed his mind in the midst of all the jumbled thoughts, she mercifully switched it off.

His own highs were so great, he almost missed her orgasm tearing through her. If it weren’t for her nails suddenly dragging down his back, adding pain into the mix and pushing him even closer to the edge, he wouldn’t have realised at all.

“Matthew!” she screamed, her legs coming up to wrap around his waist, her hips pushing up to meet his frantic thrusts. He was thankful for all the practise he’d had at withholding his own, otherwise he would have loosed then and there as she trembled beneath him.

And then, as she came down from her own high, she said those four magic words he had longed to hear. “Cum for me, pet…” Matt didn’t need to be told twice. Immediately his body obeyed her command, thrusting only once more as his seed filled her. It had been so long since he’d cum that all he could do was gasp and stutter as his orgasm took him.

To his slight shock, Charlene flipped them over with so much skill he remained inside her the whole time. He went to move his hands above his head without thought, but Charlene stopped him.

“No, Matthew,” she soothed, lightly caressing his cheek as she smiled softly down at him. “No more for tonight. You did well.” Even though he thoroughly enjoyed his home-coming, he was more than relieved when she slid off him. There was no way he could go again, not in his state. “Relax, get some sleep. You’re not driving anywhere like this, handsome.”

Shocking him more than anything else, Charlene lay down next to him, her head resting on his chest. Slightly hesitant, he wrapped his arms around her, rejoicing when she didn’t push him away. “I missed you, Mistress,” he whispered, his eyes closing as exhaustion took him.

“I missed you, too, Matthew.”

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