There’s something about the way a man looks at a woman when he wants her. The way his eyes deepen and darken. The way his breathing intensifies and his body instinctively shifts into a predatorial stance. I’m watching it happen in the man who stands before me. His gaze rakes over my naked body. He clenches his fists and the muscles in his forearm strain.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, his voice thick with lust.
I put my hands on my shoulders and gently lower them. The tips of my fingers caress my collarbones and come together as they dip into the crevice between my breasts. The pads of my thumbs skim the peaks of my nipples and they tighten instantly. His eyes return to mine sharply. Energy snaps between us.
“We agreed to practice celibacy for a month. This is a time for reflection and affection. Not fucking.”
I cross my arms and stomp my foot in defiance.
“It’s been sixteen days!” I cry. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“You can and you will.” He barks. Feeling desperate now, I drop to my knees and lay my forehead against the cool hardwood floor.
“Please, sir. I’m begging you.”
“Which is precisely why we’re doing this.” He explains, crossing the room. I can feel the weight of his dominance pressing me into the ground. I unfold myself and lay completely flat on my stomach, arms outstretched beside me, face on the floor. He comes to stand over me. He puts his feet on either side of my hips and brings them together so that I am locked in place.
“Our relationship is more than fucking and pain.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” I whimper. His laughter fills me with warmth.
“Yes, it does.” Silence extends between us. I try to capture the feeling his joy caused within me, but it dissolves like sweet cotton candy on the tip of my tongue and I’m left feeling empty and cold once more. A sound of desperation escapes from the back of my throat before I can swallow it.
“Have you been a good girl?” He asks.
“Yes, sir.” My words spill out like an anguished groan. He chuckles again.
“Have you kept your hands away from what’s mine?”
“I have!” I cry. “I promise.” I can hear the distinct sound of fabric shifting as he lowers himself. He comes to rest on top of me, knees on either side of my thighs, balanced on the balls of his feet. It’s the first time I’ve felt the pressure of his body against mine in over two weeks and it feels amazing!
“I will not put my cock inside of you no matter how much you beg. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You will cum only when I say it is time and not before. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I am not caving into your seduction. I am rewarding my girl for behaving so well these last two weeks. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
more to come... I have to go now.
-Jo
