Excerpt from ‘Her’
By thiscowgirlrides(switch female)
June 17, 2023
Forehead against the cool rough wall, shoulder leaning into the corner, he realized he was clenching his teeth.
She ... left.
Time stood still. Not even a ticking clock could keep him company. The occasional hall traffic was his only indicator others were nearby, but calling out didn't cross his mind.
She gave rules. Why couldn't he follow? She was smarter than him. That wasn't her fault. He had his chance, he didn't think through her request. Then he got angry. He tried to push back, exert authority. That rarely worked for her. He knew better - it was her night. Now he was suffering because he ruined it for her.
Guilt. Guilt hit. Was it even right to feel guilty? He didn't care. He didn't want to think. That hot piece of ass was downstairs at the bar, sipping a cocktail, who know what man was making a move on her now...
Time inched by.
A drip in the sink caught his notice. A tiny stab in his mind as he stood there, frustrated, disappointed, the hunger fading. He wanted her close. Soft. His face in her hair, his arms across her waist pulling her in. Skin to skin. Warmth. The drive to conquer her was fading away, replaced by discouragement.
How could she be so dynamic? Like fire and ice.
How much longer to wait
How
How
How...
He was starting to nod off, almost willing to incur the wrath of her for the comfort of the floor, when he heard the lock turn.
She was back! How long had she been gone? It felt like hours.
Heels across the floor approached him. He was holding his breath - how would she respond?
Her arms wrapped across his chest, she was hugging him from behind. He could feel her breath on his back, her face against his back, the sharp pain as his cuffed wrists pressed into his spine. Shit, it had been weeks since the truck and rope incident. Were those wounds ever going to heal?
"Hello sweetheart. Were you a good boy while I was gone?" A kiss on his shoulder blade. He shivered. But he kept his forehead against the wall. Not risking another problem.
"Yes" he whispered.
She nuzzled against his neck and pulled him back into another hug. He leaned back into her, sighing deeply. He was exhausted.
"That's my boy. Come here sweetheart. Let me tell you of my adventures." She gently pulled him back, guiding him to the bed.
click off came off the cuffs
She gently guided him back onto the bed until he was sprawled on his back, blindfold still on. She curled against him, laying her head on his chest, her hand caressing his hair and cheek.
"I should tell you about my evening.
You upset me earlier. It was my evening and you tried to take it from me. Yes?"
"Yes," he whimpered.
"Yes you did. It made me sad. I had to teach you a lesson. It wasn't easy for me to leave you here.
I went down to the bar to give you space and time to think.
Was I wrong to do so? Don't I deserve a good boy?"
"No, I was bad. You deserve the best," he whispered, feeling almost like he believed it. Talk about laying on the guilt trip. He felt wretched.
"Yes. You were just rotten. What was I to do? You weren't going to listen, and what can a little, sweet thing like me do? I had to go. You understand, right?"
"Yes."
"We need to get this right. Yes, what?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Thank you dear. I went down to the bar. Where else to go? And let me tell you something. Your new connection was there. Mr. Richardson. The gentleman who gave you his business card, whom you were chatting with when I pulled you away at your evening event? Yes, he strolled in not too long after I arrived and decided to sit next to me."
His mind perked at this news. Forget being exhausted. He instinctively wrapped his arm around her as she continued.
"He asked about you, your business, how we are connected. I couldn't cost you some future deal, so understand for you I keep talking to him. Even when he got closer. Even when he started to buy me drinks."
She paused, salivating at feeling his breathing intensify.
"Unfortunate for him, Mr. Richardson is not just dull, he's an idiot. Clearly doesn't know his scotches." She snuggled her face into his chest, a smile evident. "Sure, I flipped my hair, flashed my sweet smile, seemed so involved in his superficial stories, wooed him with my baby blues, laughed just right. He was smitten, the moron. Took one drink and his hand was on my thigh, inches from my lingerie. You know, the lingerie you just bought me? But don't you worry. I didn’t let him touch. I believed my good boy was behaving and you proved me right. I left him there, mostly plastered, with a room charge list that will burn him more than his hangover when he comes to tomorrow."
He smirked.
Still. Why should she talk to him? Lead him on? Was this to make him jealous?
It was working. He could feel fire in his chest. His fingers tight into her arm holding her closer.
But she still came back to him.
She giggled, tilting her head up and gently kissing under his chin.
"Tell me sweetie, is my good boy ready to serve his lady this time?"
He hesitated. Another trap? Fuck, who cares.
"Yes. Anything, mistress. Tell me what you want. Let me serve you."
She rolled on him, straddling his chest, grabbing his hands and raising them to her side.
"Then explore. See what you think."
His hands traced up her side, feeling the silk wrap across her chest, her breasts exposed, abdomen and lower back open, straps across her thighs, her sweet slit available... the set was crotchless! No matter how tired he was, his mouth started to drool.
She giggled as he discovered this, leaning down over him, his hands resting on her hips as she pulled his head to her chest.
"Suck. Show me you are hungry. Show me you deserve my attention."
He gently rolled his hips against her but she remained too high on him. One nipple in his mouth, cupping her breast, squeezing, savoring, stroking her as he sucked harder and harder, gently nibbling at her nipple with each round.
It's working. Soft moans from her.
Excited, he worked on the other. Clearly her breasts set her off. On the other he started to suck harder, a gentle bite here and there. Her hands found their way behind his head, pulling him closer, nails scraping his scalp. Excited, he went from breast to breast, more and more eager. Sucking. Biting. Lusting.
He could feel her hips shifting.
Further and further back.
Now she was riding against him. Not letting him in, but riding against him.
GOD it felt good. He thought he was too tired, but he was wrong. He wasn't often wrong.
Suddenly, she slipped him in. He leaned back with a gasp, not expecting her to take him. Working him down slowly, she started to kiss him so passionately, so firmly.
"Hold me close" she whispered in his ear, returning to her kisses. He happily obliged.
She worked her way down inch by inch. He knew better than to thrust in prematurely. Let her control. She was right.
He held her, kissing her, groaning each time she took him deeper. He could tell she's done kegels with how she'd tighten each time down. Like the first time. It was almost too much. Suddenly she bit firmly into his throat, making him gasp as she thrust fully down. He was in, she was so tight.
A rhythm set in. She rocked back and forth, fluid slow motion as he kept his arms around her, the kisses continuing.
She was addictive. So addictive. Each form of her. The mistress, the farm girl, the corporate exec, the sweet and gentle sub.
As she came the first time she bit his lower lip, forehead to forehead as she built up, then groaned and cried with pleasure his name.
Then the second.
Then the third.
Then the fourth.
Fuck, how much longer could he last. Each time more intense than the last. She suddenly pushed up from him, her hands scratching down his sides as she sat upright.
"Now you'll come for me. Let me feel you throbbing, pulsating, let me take what is mine." She practically growled that last part as her nails sank in.
Suddenly he realized, he could see! She left the lights off and must have untied his blindfold at some point. That silhouette, a dark outline against the night. The sensation. He moaned.
"Are you ready my sweet fucktoy?"
He whispered, "yes."
He couldn't see clearly but could have sworn he saw her smirk. Suddenly her pace quickened, she was tightening against him with each stride, one hand firmly on his chest, one firmly on his throat.
"Then cum. Cum for me. Fill me with your seed, make me yours."
That was too much. She rode as an intense orgasm took him as he felt her pulse and cry against him as they both came.
She fell down beside him, face snuggled to his neck. She landed one gentle kiss then curled against him.
He held her close.
What a night. He had a second day of conference and work meetings in the morning, but that was a problem for the morning.
She ... left.
Time stood still. Not even a ticking clock could keep him company. The occasional hall traffic was his only indicator others were nearby, but calling out didn't cross his mind.
She gave rules. Why couldn't he follow? She was smarter than him. That wasn't her fault. He had his chance, he didn't think through her request. Then he got angry. He tried to push back, exert authority. That rarely worked for her. He knew better - it was her night. Now he was suffering because he ruined it for her.
Guilt. Guilt hit. Was it even right to feel guilty? He didn't care. He didn't want to think. That hot piece of ass was downstairs at the bar, sipping a cocktail, who know what man was making a move on her now...
Time inched by.
A drip in the sink caught his notice. A tiny stab in his mind as he stood there, frustrated, disappointed, the hunger fading. He wanted her close. Soft. His face in her hair, his arms across her waist pulling her in. Skin to skin. Warmth. The drive to conquer her was fading away, replaced by discouragement.
How could she be so dynamic? Like fire and ice.
How much longer to wait
How
How
How...
He was starting to nod off, almost willing to incur the wrath of her for the comfort of the floor, when he heard the lock turn.
She was back! How long had she been gone? It felt like hours.
Heels across the floor approached him. He was holding his breath - how would she respond?
Her arms wrapped across his chest, she was hugging him from behind. He could feel her breath on his back, her face against his back, the sharp pain as his cuffed wrists pressed into his spine. Shit, it had been weeks since the truck and rope incident. Were those wounds ever going to heal?
"Hello sweetheart. Were you a good boy while I was gone?" A kiss on his shoulder blade. He shivered. But he kept his forehead against the wall. Not risking another problem.
"Yes" he whispered.
She nuzzled against his neck and pulled him back into another hug. He leaned back into her, sighing deeply. He was exhausted.
"That's my boy. Come here sweetheart. Let me tell you of my adventures." She gently pulled him back, guiding him to the bed.
click off came off the cuffs
She gently guided him back onto the bed until he was sprawled on his back, blindfold still on. She curled against him, laying her head on his chest, her hand caressing his hair and cheek.
"I should tell you about my evening.
You upset me earlier. It was my evening and you tried to take it from me. Yes?"
"Yes," he whimpered.
"Yes you did. It made me sad. I had to teach you a lesson. It wasn't easy for me to leave you here.
I went down to the bar to give you space and time to think.
Was I wrong to do so? Don't I deserve a good boy?"
"No, I was bad. You deserve the best," he whispered, feeling almost like he believed it. Talk about laying on the guilt trip. He felt wretched.
"Yes. You were just rotten. What was I to do? You weren't going to listen, and what can a little, sweet thing like me do? I had to go. You understand, right?"
"Yes."
"We need to get this right. Yes, what?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Thank you dear. I went down to the bar. Where else to go? And let me tell you something. Your new connection was there. Mr. Richardson. The gentleman who gave you his business card, whom you were chatting with when I pulled you away at your evening event? Yes, he strolled in not too long after I arrived and decided to sit next to me."
His mind perked at this news. Forget being exhausted. He instinctively wrapped his arm around her as she continued.
"He asked about you, your business, how we are connected. I couldn't cost you some future deal, so understand for you I keep talking to him. Even when he got closer. Even when he started to buy me drinks."
She paused, salivating at feeling his breathing intensify.
"Unfortunate for him, Mr. Richardson is not just dull, he's an idiot. Clearly doesn't know his scotches." She snuggled her face into his chest, a smile evident. "Sure, I flipped my hair, flashed my sweet smile, seemed so involved in his superficial stories, wooed him with my baby blues, laughed just right. He was smitten, the moron. Took one drink and his hand was on my thigh, inches from my lingerie. You know, the lingerie you just bought me? But don't you worry. I didn’t let him touch. I believed my good boy was behaving and you proved me right. I left him there, mostly plastered, with a room charge list that will burn him more than his hangover when he comes to tomorrow."
He smirked.
Still. Why should she talk to him? Lead him on? Was this to make him jealous?
It was working. He could feel fire in his chest. His fingers tight into her arm holding her closer.
But she still came back to him.
She giggled, tilting her head up and gently kissing under his chin.
"Tell me sweetie, is my good boy ready to serve his lady this time?"
He hesitated. Another trap? Fuck, who cares.
"Yes. Anything, mistress. Tell me what you want. Let me serve you."
She rolled on him, straddling his chest, grabbing his hands and raising them to her side.
"Then explore. See what you think."
His hands traced up her side, feeling the silk wrap across her chest, her breasts exposed, abdomen and lower back open, straps across her thighs, her sweet slit available... the set was crotchless! No matter how tired he was, his mouth started to drool.
She giggled as he discovered this, leaning down over him, his hands resting on her hips as she pulled his head to her chest.
"Suck. Show me you are hungry. Show me you deserve my attention."
He gently rolled his hips against her but she remained too high on him. One nipple in his mouth, cupping her breast, squeezing, savoring, stroking her as he sucked harder and harder, gently nibbling at her nipple with each round.
It's working. Soft moans from her.
Excited, he worked on the other. Clearly her breasts set her off. On the other he started to suck harder, a gentle bite here and there. Her hands found their way behind his head, pulling him closer, nails scraping his scalp. Excited, he went from breast to breast, more and more eager. Sucking. Biting. Lusting.
He could feel her hips shifting.
Further and further back.
Now she was riding against him. Not letting him in, but riding against him.
GOD it felt good. He thought he was too tired, but he was wrong. He wasn't often wrong.
Suddenly, she slipped him in. He leaned back with a gasp, not expecting her to take him. Working him down slowly, she started to kiss him so passionately, so firmly.
"Hold me close" she whispered in his ear, returning to her kisses. He happily obliged.
She worked her way down inch by inch. He knew better than to thrust in prematurely. Let her control. She was right.
He held her, kissing her, groaning each time she took him deeper. He could tell she's done kegels with how she'd tighten each time down. Like the first time. It was almost too much. Suddenly she bit firmly into his throat, making him gasp as she thrust fully down. He was in, she was so tight.
A rhythm set in. She rocked back and forth, fluid slow motion as he kept his arms around her, the kisses continuing.
She was addictive. So addictive. Each form of her. The mistress, the farm girl, the corporate exec, the sweet and gentle sub.
As she came the first time she bit his lower lip, forehead to forehead as she built up, then groaned and cried with pleasure his name.
Then the second.
Then the third.
Then the fourth.
Fuck, how much longer could he last. Each time more intense than the last. She suddenly pushed up from him, her hands scratching down his sides as she sat upright.
"Now you'll come for me. Let me feel you throbbing, pulsating, let me take what is mine." She practically growled that last part as her nails sank in.
Suddenly he realized, he could see! She left the lights off and must have untied his blindfold at some point. That silhouette, a dark outline against the night. The sensation. He moaned.
"Are you ready my sweet fucktoy?"
He whispered, "yes."
He couldn't see clearly but could have sworn he saw her smirk. Suddenly her pace quickened, she was tightening against him with each stride, one hand firmly on his chest, one firmly on his throat.
"Then cum. Cum for me. Fill me with your seed, make me yours."
That was too much. She rode as an intense orgasm took him as he felt her pulse and cry against him as they both came.
She fell down beside him, face snuggled to his neck. She landed one gentle kiss then curled against him.
He held her close.
What a night. He had a second day of conference and work meetings in the morning, but that was a problem for the morning.