"Don't touch it, Kitten!"
Standing naked in the kitchen with her head jammed inside the fridge, she imagined how her ass looked from the front door. Her pussy, swollen with aching need, cursed her stupid, arrogant ways and decided that this bitch was going to pay.
The head in the fridge spoke back, “I was just making a point; I didn’t think he would ban our play for that excruciating length of time.” With these words, frustrated disappointment echoed from white plastic and rested in her ear. The desire to touch herself became painfully unbearable. She summoned the last of her reserves to focus on the cool air touching her face rather than the fire burning in the lower half of her body. Still the flashes of her ass and pussy getting ravaged persist.
She attempts conversing with her pussy once again, only to be ignored, “I cannot take this anymore. I need to tie my hands or I really will be sorry, and not the good kind of sorry.” Her voice wavered from the teasing melody it usually carried – she really was desperate.
It was a nice idea but she was frozen, immobile with the fear of desperation. For she immediately thought of going straight to the chair and sitting on her two favourite dildos. The fire inside was raging and at least the fridge was keeping it at bay. It must be so late, she thought, and wondered when he was going to return and alleviate this burning desire so carefully engineered.
Frozen in carnal indecision, it was now a matter of life or death.
Her cunt needed to be fed.
It was just like him to walk in at that moment. Of course, he stopped and breathed this fine moment deeply in. This was not going to be easy for her. She needed to think carefully to get what she wanted – needed.
He feigned pity as he watched her writhe with unrelenting lust, carnal desperation to have him take her and relieve her of this base need. She knew he would not be so easily tempted. He knew she held many reserves of determined grit. They both knew she led him willingly to her chosen demise. She had taken her punishment with grace unsurpassed; he was alive with pride. But he could never have even conceived such an engaging and perfect finale!
His blood boiled with the sight, smell and heat in the air; he struggled to control those urges of frantic hunger.
“Please Sir,” she said meekly. “Please, I need you to make me cum.”
“In time kitten,” he said with the air of patient, unconcerned composure. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you suck my cock, then we’ll see.”
She breathed out with a forced sigh as she held back the rage inside her.
