The Writer's Loft

Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his fingers trace the fabric of her brassiere over the crest of her shoulder and down her upper arm. He leaned down–his breath soft and warm on her skin, sent a shiver down her spine and gooseflesh formed on her shoulders and back. His lips lightly brushed the skin of her neck beneath her ear, and a sigh escaped her lips. She thrust her arms forward against the wall, bracing herself as he nibbled at her earlobe and teased her with his tongue.

“Please...sir.” She corrected herself.

“Yes?” He answered as he pulled away. But she closed her eyes and said nothing. She waited.

He reached between them and freed his throbbing cock. His pants fell swiftly to the floor. He grabbed the crotch of her panties and gave the fabric a firm tug, nearly causing her to lose her balance, save for her hands against the wall. She let out a yelp as she felt the fabric tear and the cool air bathe her sex. He balled the scraps of lace in his fist and with a fistful of hair, he pulled her hair back and sternly spoke. “Open.”

She did as she was told and soon the makeshift gag silenced the muffled sounds of ecstasy that filled the room. Still holding her head back at an awkward angle he cupped her breast and pinched her nipple, causing it to smart.

“These are mine, aren’t they, my pet?” He teased.

All she could do was close her eyes and nod. The combination of the excitement and shame overwhelmed her as she felt him reach between her buttocks and spread the folds of her lips with his rough and calloused fingers. He growled into her ear as he took his time exploring the folds of her sex and her clitoris. She was wet. He was hungry. And as he lifted her from the floor and guided his throbbing cock inside her dripping cunt, he took her savagely, fulfilling both their needs.

His fist clutched a handful of her hair as he pressed her head into the pillow. A series of carnal grunts escaped her lips as he continued to thrust into her as hard as he could. With her knees wedged under her thighs, she was unable to move and took everything he gave her.

His cock throbbed as he fed off the unintelligible sounds that filled the room. Two people engaged in the most animalistic of acts. This was not love-making. This was fucking, and she was his slut.

He cried out as he drew closer to the edge of orgasmic bliss. She was well ahead of him, now on her third orgasm of the night. Her desire dripped from between their bodies and onto the bed as he held nothing back.

With one final thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her womb. His legs trembled as he felt the subtle vibration of his constricting testicles. He flooded her womb with his life-giving seed and collapsed on top of her shaking body. They were both covered in sweat, and neither desired to be anywhere other than right there.

I waited and listened for her to come through the door. The hour was late for her usual return and I knew she had endured a rather difficult day at the office. When I heard her key in the door, and then it open and close, I waited a few minutes more before putting down my work and emerging from my study. When I entered the living room, I saw her kneeling by the door, her eyes closed and her head bowed, with her hands on her knees as she waited for me in silence.

I took the box down from the shelf and approached her. She did not look up, or move as I reached down and brushed her hair over one shoulder with my fingers. She was most beautiful and I stifled my desire to open my jeans and have her worship my now-throbbing cock.

“Welcome home,” I greeted her as I unbuckled the hasp that held her ‘Day Collar’ choker in place.

“Thank you, Sir.”

I could tell by the weariness in her voice that she had had a day and needed a moment to vent.

“Tell me about your day, My pet,” I encouraged, as I placed her ‘Evening Collar’ around her neck and secured the lock in place.

“May I sit in your lap, Sir?”

Who was I to to deny the woman I loved such an earnest and needed request.

“Of course, My love,” I said, as I took a seat in my evening chair.

She climbed up into my lap and buried her face in my neck as she told me about her day. I was right. It had been particularly rough, and though the details aren’t important to the story, the rest of our evening ritual is. I listened for the better part of the next hour as she recounted the events of her day. I held her close and slowly caressed her back and savored the sensation of her fluttering eyelashes against my neck every time she blinked.

“Are you ready?” I asked when she had finished and had sat quietly for the better part of five minutes still in my lap. She said nothing, but stood from lap and turned away. I leaned forward to unzip her skirt, for she knew what was to come next. I took in the sight before me, as she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She then draped it over the side table and folded her skirt and placed it there too. She then lowered herself across my lap and slightly spread her legs, supporting herself with one foot on the floor.

I took my time caressing the silk stocking that clung to her leg. I then savored the sensation of the smooth flesh of her thigh. Her black-laced thong disappeared between her soft, succulent cheeks, and I slowly caressed her ass.

My hand fell heavy with the first swat, and she began to count. I struggled with the decision of whether or not to go easy tonight or give her a proper spanking. As much as I didn’t want to, I knew it was what she needed most.

I took my time and painted her ass a warm shade red, and soon, my hand was comfortably numb. Her tears had come and gone, though they left their trail down her face and were now drying on my thigh. I ran my hand slowly up and down her spine and then urged her to sit upright. She then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

“Thank you, Sir.” she said. “I really needed that.”

“I know, my pet. And that is why I am here. Now, come with me and get undressed while I draw you a bath. I’ll order in and after we eat, we will climb into bed and leave this day behind.”

He pressed the cold, flat edge of the blade between her breasts and her heart began to race. With a flick of his wrist, the lace of her brassiere gave way and allowed her breasts to spring forth. She gasped as the cool air caressed her freshly exposed skin. The chaos in her mind was soon silenced by his lips as he leaned down to kiss her.

Her wrists and ankles were cuffed to the four corners of the cross that was secured to the wall. She was his captive for the evening, but she had given herself to him completely, months before. He watched her breasts heave with each breath as he pressed the tip of the blade to her nipple, causing a slight indentation and discoloration of her skin.

She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes as she felt the metal prick her flesh. Her trust was complete, and though he knew her limits, she wondered if tonight he would test them. She felt a great sense of relief when she felt the blade move over her breast and down her torso to the hem of her panties.

He placed the flat edge against her thigh and the tip up under the cotton crotch of her panties. She had to remind herself to breath when she started to hyperventilate. He smiled a most devilish smile as the fabric between her legs now dangled free and her arousal dripped from her lips and clung to her thigh.

“Someone’s rather excited,” he teased as he set the knife on the table and then placed his hands on her hips. She looked up at him, standing mere inches away, and felt completely helpless and vulnerable for the first time in her life.

He leaned down and kissed her with a hunger she lusted after so many times before. She wanted to drop to her knees and take his cock between her lips and breathe life into his desire. She wanted him to bend her over and take her from behind. She wanted him to use her like the whore she had seen in so many movies before.

“Are you ready?” he asked, when at last he broke their kiss and pulled away. Her voice caught in her throat as she tried to answer, but all she could do was just nod.

She’d never been taken against the glass for all the world to see. And now, in his hotel room, she stood before him wearing only her stockings and heels. He stepped closer and watched the veins in her neck press against her skin as she nervously swallowed—much harder than she intended. She blushed.

He placed his hand under her breast, cupping it in his palm and gazed deep into her eyes. He watched, as she bit her lip and closed her eyes when he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He then slipped his free hand beneath her chin, lifting it, as he leaned down to kiss her.

His throbbing cock pressed against her belly and she felt herself become more aroused. She savored the taste of his kiss as his tongue explored her mouth. He drew his hand from her chin, across her shoulder, and down her arm. He then grabbed her wrist and lifted it above her head.

He released her breast and took her other wrist—now both her arms were raised high. She felt his gaze travel from her chin to her breasts and back up to her eyes. He said nothing as he spun her around so that she faced the window and then pressed her forward until her breasts flattened firmly against the cold glass.

She watched the cars zig-zag below them and people walking and talking on their phones. A couple sat at a bench, holding hands and kissing and she tried to focus on them. She felt embarrassed to be on display in such wanton fashion. But when he slipped his fingers between the folds of her sex, she felt her knees buckle. He lifted his knee and pressed his thigh against her buttock, pinning her entirely against the window. She soon cried out and he pulled his glistening fingers from between her thighs, now covered in the remnants of her orgasm.

He grabbed her hair and turned her face sideways. Then pressed his fingers to her lips and told her to suck them clean. Her body felt as if it no longer belonged to her when she realized she was now tasting herself. She felt his cock slip between her thighs and she pressed back against against him, ready to completely surrender to his desire.

He placed his hand against her cheek and softly caressed her skin. She pressed against his palm and closed her eyes as a soft sigh escaped her lips. He watched her breasts rise and fall with every breath and her nipple became excited.

“Are you wet?” he asked. But all she could do was nod.

He dropped to one knee and pulled her panties down over her hips and to the floor. Her arousal glistened on the folds of her sex and his nostrils flared as his carnal lust began to consume his senses. He stood, resisting the urge to pull her to the floor and devour her right there. Instead, he took a step closer, backing her against the wall.

He leaned down to kiss her and in the moments that followed, their tongues dueled as he caressed her breast and nipple with one hand and the small of her back with the other. He inhaled sharply, sucking the breath from her lungs, catching her off guard. She nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other, anxious to inhale and fill her lungs again. He paused before he began to slowly exhale, and her legs began to tremble. In that moment she realized how much she wanted him, how much she needed him, and how she would surrender completely if only he would quench the fire raging in her soul.

Come. Lay across my lap. Let me show you the ways I adore you. Let me pull these down to your knees and slowly draw my hand across your flesh. 

I feel the warmth of your sex against the back of my hand as my fingers caress your inner thighs. I hear the breath catch in your throat as I lift it high. I hear your yelp and then your sigh after it falls heavy on your buttock, leaving your flesh a shade darker of pink. And you begin to count.

He pulled his fingers from between her thighs and brought them to his lips. In that moment, he knew what it meant to truly be born again. 

He drew his hand across her cheek as she knelt before him. Looking down, he watched her breasts rise and fall with every breath she took. His cock throbbed near her lips and it took every ounce of restraint she had not to part her lips and worship him. He slipped his fingers under her chin and lifted her head so that her gaze now met his.

“I know what you want,” he teased. “And I’m going to give it to you and more.”

He brushed his thumb across her lips, smearing the crimson stain over her chin. God, he loved her. And he loved her more with all her imperfections and that whorish look of lust in her eyes.

“Open your mouth.”

She did as he instructed and he placed a hand on either side of her face, holding her steady. He moved his hips forward until the spongy head of his cock brushed her lips. With a slight thrust, he slipped into her mouth and glided smoothly over her tongue. She swallowed and gagged when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. But he held her head steady and she closed her eyes, relaxing her throat so that he could have his way with her.

He stood before her, claiming her mouth. In time, the room filled with sounds of carnal lust. With every grunt and thrust he made, it was met with an equally erotic moan or gasp emanating from deep within her chest.

Spittle dripped from her chin and clung to her breasts as he continued to have his way with her. He cried out with a final thrust as his cock throbbed and his seed slid down her throat. Tears streaked down her cheeks as her mascara ran. She was quite a sight with her makeup and hair a mess. But she was his and he loved her more in that moment than he ever had before. He leaned down and kissed her deeply before he picked her up and carried her to his bed.

He drew his hand up her stocking-clad leg. He savored the feel of the French silk beneath his hands. He leaned forward and kissed her flesh, just above the hem of her stocking. His lips burned hot against her flesh.

He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her against him. He kissed the front of her black-lace panties. She ran her fingers through his hair as he pulled her panties aside and teased her clit with his tongue. He smiled up at her as he slipped two fingers inside her dripping cunt.

“Fuck me, please,” she begged as she pulled him up from his knees. He stood and picked her up, carried her to the bed, and laid her down. He then joined her on the bed, and as he hovered above her, she reached between them and guided his cock inside her. They both cried out in unison as they rode the waves of orgasmic bliss together. As he collapsed on top of her, he leaned down and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself upon his lips.