He pushes me down on the bed; one hand on my throat, the other tugging my hair.
Biting my ear he says, "tell me how you are thankful for your dom."
"I am thankful my Dom wishes me a good morning and good-night every day", I reply breathlessly.
He runs his tongue along my chin and bites my lower lip.
"Again", he demands.
"I am thankful my dom gave me words of affirmation to say every day", by this time a fire has started at the apex of my thighs.
"Again," he growls as he traces my clavicle with his lips, biting my neck. This continues, and with each statement of thankfulness, he moves lower and lower. First, teasing one nipple and then the other. His hot breath on my stomach while his beard creates friction that only increases my desire.
My toes start to curl; my hips raise, but he growls, and I know I have gone too far.
"I didn't tell you to stop." His voice is low but firm.
"I am thankful for the checklist my dom has made for me", I swear, by this time I could cum on command.
Finally, I feel his full lips meet my desire. His tongue pushes through and his teeth graze my clit; then pulls back to bite my inner thigh.
"I am thankful for you, my dom," by this time it comes out as a moan.
I reach my hands down and grab his hair; he doesn't stop me.
"What does my sub want," he asks, looking up at me from between my legs.
"Fuck me with your tongue," I beg. "Please, Sir."
With that, he gives a primal growl and buries his head in my damp pussy. His tongue lapping and teasing, making figure-eights that have me throwing my head back and closing my eyes. His teeth nip and bite, taking me to the precipice. And then, with one hand pressing down on my pelvic bone, two fingers of the other begin to stroke, slowly at first, and then deeper. My hips raise, and this time my dom utters a moan as I climax. My legs begin to shake as I cum, over and over.
When the waves cease, I drop back to the bed, fully sated, I feel like he pulled every bone out of my body. He lifts his head and I smile inside with a sense of power that only a sub can feel at times like this. My juices running down his beard, a look of satisfaction in his eyes matching that of my own.
He moves up and takes my mouth with his own. Forcing his tongue into my mouth, I can taste myself. I feel the moisture on my neck as he buries his face into the crook of my neck and whispers...
"I am thankful for you."
