My body quivers at his touch. His free hand glides up my stomach towards my breast and a moan slips from my parted lips when he cups my soft bosom gently.
His mouth covers the lacey fabric and I feel his tongue roll slowly on my nipple. The thin bra barely controlling the intensity of his warm breath on my skin.
"You like that, don't you?" He asks.
I whip my head down to meet his gaze, "Yes."
He pulls back slightly and blows on my wet nipple. The immediate change from his warmth to cold air sends shock waves of pleasure to my already aching pussy and my back arches towards him, "God, yes." I whisper through gritted teeth.
His low chuckle sends my heart racing, "I prefer Sir, but God will do nicely."
My brain fights for a quick witted response, but his tongue has found a ferocious pace, flicking the already tender area wildly and my knees nearly give way beneath me. Somewhere, deep in my belly, I feel spasms with ever maneuver of his talented mouth.
"Don't worry," he says, "I'll hold you."
His hand leaves my breast and I'm left yearning for his touch, until he grabs my wet mound. I let out a startled yelp and try to jump back, but his firm grip holds me in place.
"You're already so wet for me." He says while he glides the palm of his hand back and forth on my slick panties. "I love it."
I smile sweetly, grateful for the brief moment of shock because I've finally found my proper head space, "Oh yeah?" I let my voice sound as sultry as possible. "Don't get used to it."
I giggle at the shock on his face. Feeling like a goddess for a brief moment before his eyes flash with the promises of revenge, "You never stop surprising me."
The sentence is innocent enough, but his tone has changed from hunger to authority. "I was going to wait before teaching you a lesson, but I've decided, now is the time."
My heart skips a beat as I debate in my head exactly what that means. Lust quickly turns to fear, sending every nerve in my body on high alert.
I nearly shout at him, "I'm sorry." But, he's already standing.
"Don't be sorry yet, little one." He says as he leaves me where I'm standing, headed towards a black dresser.
"I haven't even started."
