The quiet song is familiar. Talented stroking on keys of a piano fill my ears and I'm lost. The world dissolved around me. There is only Sir's hands on my thighs and the tranquil music.
From beneath the mask my eye lids flutter as he strokes my most intimate parts over the thin wet fabric. His touch feels like sweet ecstasy.
As the tempo begins to build, I feel his grip tighten. My mouth opens, but I'm unable to hear the gasp. I find myself hoping he'll plunge a finger into my inner heat, but it never comes. The need for him to be inside me grows with each passing moment.
Clumsily, I try to turn around, but a piercing bite on my butt cheek keeps me in place. I feel the surprised shout escape my throat. It scratches, adding to the other sensations. When his mouth moves away, I feel the immediate comfort of his warm hand rubbing the tender spot.
I don't have to hear him to understand, "Don't move." Is exactly what he's saying.
Once my breathing slows, I relax back onto the bed. His free hand begins to massage my outer lips, while the other finishes loving on my punished booty.
I feel the shift of my panties, pulling away from my soft opening, my hopes sky rocketing that it's finally time, but as seconds pass, I'm left yearning.
The song slows in my ears and I strain to hear what's taking place behind me, but there's only silence. If it wasn't for the pressure of his hands on me, I'd feel completely alone.
I continue to wait silently, forcing myself to fight the urge to move. Another bite may feel good, but I know it will only delay what I'm ready for. My nerves vibrate with anticipation.
Then the wet heat of his mouth finds me. His talented tongue strokes the most sensitive part of my body and I scream out with intense pleasure. He suckles the small bud and I feel something unfamiliar building within me. A pressure deep inside begins to grow.
The musical piece begins it's climax and I feel his pace quickens. My legs quiver uncontrollably as my body gives in to the ferocious stimulation. I feel the pressure grow until I'm sure I can't hold onto it anymore. My hands grip the thin air wildly as I fight for breath.
I feel the peak of my orgasm, just about to tip, letting me fall blindly into the abyss. Until he stops.
I freeze.
The dizzying euphoria slowly slips away while every inch of my body hums, but I know this isn't the pleasure he'd promised when we spoke early in the evening. This is the punishment I'd brought on myself.
A small ear bud is gently removed, "Do you think you've learned your lesson, baby girl?"
Despite the aching inside me, the sexual frustration takes over my mouth, "I learned you can't get me to the other side."
A painful slap on my already tender ass cheek lands and I bite my lip to fight the yelp that tries to escape. His hands rubs the area and painful pleasure tingles down my leg.
"Oh, I can get you there, trust me. Your smart mouth is going to be your biggest enemy."
The other earbud pulls out lightly, "This time, you're going to hear how sweet you sound for me"
"You going to finish what you started?" I ask.
Another slap lands on my throbbing ass and I bite my lip again.
"I'll finish when I'm ready."
