What She Wanted
Part 6 of 8
I drifted in and out of a dream filled with her moans, my tongue buried between her folds.
In my dream, I tongued her dripping pussy, slowly at first, drawing out her sighs, her body shuddering as I pushed her over the edge again and again. In my dream, she pulled my face up, smiling, glowing, kissing my lips, tasting her cum on my tongue, whispering words of praise and joy that set my clit on fire. In my dream, she slapped me, stinging, tears coming to my eyes, her words ringing in my ears and mine in response. In my dream, I begged her for orgasms, but not mine, hers. I looked up at her through the tears, the heat of her slap fresh on my cheek, and she accepted, pulled me close, kissing me again, and then she gripped me by the hair, pulled me around until her perfect pussy hovered over my face. In my dream, she lowered herself down on me and I tongue fucked her to orgasm after orgasm, my legs open for her, my pussy clenching around nothing.
I woke to rain on the skylights, night looming, the plush white rug smooth against my naked skin. I inhaled lavender. Candle light flickered on the mantle. Footsteps padding nearby. I blinked as my Goddess knelt next to me. I started to rise, but she put her hand on my chest. “Shhh, my darling. You’re right where I want you.”
Her hand was warm on my skin, fingers tracing down between my breasts, across my belly, sliding lower, slowing, my legs opening of their own accord, inviting. Sharp intake of breath. Her fingers traced my swollen lips, teasing, tempting, torturing me until my hips began to lift. Our eyes locked in the low light, hers soft and inviting as she slid a finger through my folds, mine as wide as my mouth as I tried to breathe through her pushing a finger inside. A deep, long moan sprang from my lips and my back arched. It’d been so long; I’d almost forgotten what it felt like.
The rain pelted the windows, the skylights, the thunder threatening to eclipse my desperate cries as she drove me to the brink again and again. So close, my hips grinding against nothing, I needed to grab her hand, grab her arm, hold her fingers inside me, pull them out and leave me gasping. I wanted to cum, to be denied, to say yes or no, but I dared not say anything, dared not move, not touch her or interfere. I’d made my promise, and she’d accepted it. She pushed on, bringing me closer and closer, driving me mad with lust and need until it was threatening to break me in two, until I begged, pleaded, cried out as she fucked me to the very edge. Then her fingers were gone, and my cunt pulsed, the emptiness returning, the adrenaline rush failing to the rush of need, needing her fingers inside me again, needing her fucking me again, needing her denying me again and again.
Lightning crackled across the sky, illuminating her smile.
“How many, princess? How many orgasms have you given to me, my love?” Her voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket, her fingers slowly stroking my cunt, avoiding my sensitive nub. I felt her words as much as I heard them, all of my senses dulled by her touch. All but one.
“Seven, Goddess.” My voice was barely a whisper and I was unsure if I was even forming words. My heartbeat rivaled the thunder, the pulsing of my clit and my cunt filling my mind and pushing every thought out except for the orgasms she’d denied me.
“Very good, princess. Very good,” she cooed, and she leaned in and kissed me, her tongue finding mine, our dance continued, until she broke away and I felt her lips pressing against my throat, my collar bone, my left breast. I laid still, eyes closed, drenched from the downpour of her attention, feeling the thunder in the night vibrating every nerve in my body as she slid south across my belly. A whimper of delight slipped from my lips when her tongue slid across my clit. Just the briefest of moments, a flash of ecstacy before her lips found mine again and she pulled back, looking down on me.
“Come with me,” she said. “Seven is such a good number, princess. I think we can work with that number.”
Hand-in-hand, she led me through the dark house, candles lighting our way, and when we got to her bedroom, I realized I’d missed every detail of her home. All I’d seen was her, the way her hair fell down over her shoulders and back, the way her ass moved, the slender muscles in her arm as she led me forward. The bed was the first thing that registered beyond her. We passed the bed, a king-sized similar to the one I shared with my husband, white sheets giving it a clean, crisp look. Two shapes lay on the bed, a pair of toys I nearly missed as we passed by. She scooped up one of the shapes and led me forward to a large mirror leaning against the far wall, where another candle danced on an elegant side table next to a bottle of wine and a single glass.
She swept up the glass and pressed it to her lips, drank the blood red wine down. “There’s more of this for you later, my darling, but I’ve got something else for you for now.”
I swallowed when I saw it, recognized it, and I felt my pussy clench. She pressed the vibrating egg to my lips, and I kissed it, understanding all too well how wet I was, shivering when she slipped it inside me, and I felt it come to life, a dull, persistent trembling in my cunt after her fingers, but I knew there was more to her plans. I swallowed when I saw the next instrument of her fun, a bright red ball gag that I opened for, closing my eyes as she buckled it into place. I stared in wonder at myself in the mirror as she worked, her fingers dancing across my skin, her lips pressing against my neck, lingering along my jawline, her voice soft and easy in ears as she spilling her plans for me. I shuddered with each touch, knowing what was coming, how she’d take her pleasure from me as she pulled more toys from the table drawer,, my cunt dripping from the vibe, drool dripping down my chin from the gag, my nipples hard and aching from the clamps. But the final piece brought it full circle, her hands on my hips, guiding my legs through the straps until the harness was in place, and I stood before her cuffed and gagged, nipples clamped, the vibrator dancing in my pussy, a thick black strap-on pushing out from my crotch.
I groaned when she yanked on the clamps, pulling me by my nipples away from the mirror to the bed, my eyes focused now on the other dark shape on the bed. I knew what it was now, heard her words in my head about how I would give her those seven orgasms I’d just sacrificed to her, my perfect Goddess.
I knelt on the edge of the bed, trembling as she stepped behind me, her hand resting on my left shoulder as honey spilled from her mouth. “What a very good girl for me, princess. And now it’s time for you to fuck your Goddess and give her all those orgasms you begged me to take. But not before your punishment. Not before you suffer just a little more for me. Because I know you. I know what you want. I know what you need.” She leaned in, her tongue playing along my neck just below my ear, and I nodded, whimpering through the gag when she breathed her question in a hushed voice, our perfect secret. “Because I know how much you want to suffer for me, don’t you, princess?”
The first swat of the paddle burned across my ass, and I lurched, my cries muffled by the gag. Her iron grip held me in place, the steel in her voice riveting me to my spot as the next thud of the heavy leather seared my existence into my flesh. “Her toy, her princess, her fucktoy,” she whispered, landing each blow to drive the point home. Again and again, she whipped me, and with each swat of the paddle, her icy voice stabbed into me to count. I grunted out the numbers, desperate to be clear, to form the words correctly. Each word she couldn’t understand didn’t count, she’d growled, and I was to be sure that I got my count right. 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7 - one swat for every orgasm I’d promised and failed to deliver. And two more swats when my brain short-circuited, tears streaming down my cheeks even after she dropped the paddle on the bed next to me and kissed my neck.
“And now, my darling, are you ready to make your Goddess cum?”
I grunted, more a whimper, a whine, a desperate plea as she climbed onto the bed and slid in close. I could feel the heat of her pussy, watched her breasts sway as she wriggled into place, wrapping her legs around me and guiding the thick black cock to her opening. She smiled, looking up at me, beaming, glowing, the sweat of her body glistening in the candle light. I waited, sure there would be a command, my legs trembling, the pain in my ass ebbing as I held my cock in place for her.
“Count out each orgasm” she growled, and the egg inside me blazed to life, my hips thrusting with the sudden internal onslaught, a long low moan fighting its way past the gag. Her legs wrapped tight around me, helping me with the rhythm as I fucked her, my body completely under her spell. I howled when she caught the chain between my nipple clamps and pulled. On and on we fucked, her moans of pleasure and orgasm mixing with mine filled with pain and denial, my pussy throbbing so close to hers as I fucked her, felt her slow, tremble and ease the torment of my nipples with each orgasm.
Her first few orgasms came quickly in rapid succession, and I called them out, fighting through the pain and tears to feel her, see her, hear her every reaction. The last ones came slower as she came harder, spurring me on with promises of tortures yet to come, long days, weeks, months of denial, her cumming and me begging to taste her cum, my cum, our cum. At seven, she pulled away, her breathing rapid and heavy, her body covered in sweat. The egg stopped, and I dropped to my knees, spent, enveloped in a dull, desperate ache, my face laying against her soft folds as I inhaled her scent and wished I could kiss the petals of her perfect flower.
“What a very good girl,” she breathed, her legs dangling off the bed around me. I closed my eyes, a smile stealing across my face, and drifted back into my blissful dream.