Every once and I while I have the need to let my dominant side run free…here is the opening scene to a fantasy I wrote in one of those moods, At My Mercy.
It’s morning. You wake up and quickly realize that you are restrained to the bed by your wrists. Your eyes open with a look of panic and you see me sitting by your feet. Your gaze wanders over my naked body and the look in my eyes tells you that I am up to something. I can see the initial fear is gone as a smile curves your lips. “What’s this baby girl?”
Without a word I climb on the bed and straddle your face, my thighs grazing your cheeks. I lower my pussy to your face and tease you with it holding it an inch out of reach letting you look and breathe your fill. I can see the hunger in your eyes; my smell drives you wild. “This is me having my wicked way with you,” I smile down slyly.
“Payback for all those spankings?” You whisper against my cunt and lick your lips.
I fight the urge to press myself into your mouth and shake my head. “Because I want to have all this power under my control.”
Your eyes lock on mine and it registers on your face that I am not playing around. “I’m not some sub baby girl,” you respond firmly.
Ignoring your objection I slowly slide my hand down to my clit and begin rubbing it right above your face. I take my time, parting my lips and letting you look your fill of my open pussy. Your gaze is hungry as it shifts to the glistening folds slowly being worked over. There is a wet suction as I penetrate my pink flesh with a finger and pull it out to wipe it against your cheek, just out of reach of your tongue. “You will be when I’m done.”
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