My Pretty Mistress

There's nothing he wouldn't give to be her prisoner for a lifetime, and I mean absolutely nothing.

She was a woman of very few words, one most people mistake as frail if only they knew. Oftentimes, he's heard the rumours, the murmuring and the questions in the eyes of people who fear him too much to speak their thoughts in his presence but he paid no mind because Lucia is his mistress and not his slave like they hastily conclude because of her physical demeanour.

As she snatched his arms and led him away from the ball, away from the teeming crowd into the quiet of their temple, She rested on the table and commanded him to take off her dress, and slowly, without hesitation, he undid the zipper, taking in the beautiful sight of her slender body.

'Twas her turn to undress him, he shivered as her cold fingers touched his skin, closing his eyes and drawing in a deep breath, he reached for her waist only to be cuffed.

He knew at that moment, 'twas going to be a really long night of pleasure and beautiful torture. But isn't that what he signed up for? She knows how to please a man, how to make him grovel and beg for more. For her, satisfying him is her forte and he loved her and adored her for it.

Arrrrhhhhhh, he sighed as the cold ice touched his nipple from her lips, his body a raging fever of emotions. She smiled, as he beckoned on her to continue, lifting his chest forward. If he only he could see, he wants to take off the blindfold but that’ll be breaking the rules of the game so he gritted his teeth and bit on his lower lip.

She teased his nipples, running her tongue over them roughly, then little bites at intervals that sent him jolts of pleasures like lightning. He moaned, deep from his throat, partly in frustration as he couldn’t touch, couldn’t see...

she sat up on him, cowgirl style, his manhood a throbbing hammer... she giggled and smiled at the expressions on his face as he didn’t know what was going to happen next... there was anticipation in his every breath, his muscles tense and his voice hoaxed.

She bent over, lifted the chilled glass of cream by the bed stand, stretched out on him, and let the cream spill.

He couldn’t breathe, ‘twas icy cold, she smiled as the cream made its way down his biceps. Before he could come to reality, she bent over, licking his body, every part where the cream had crept, blowing soft breezes and kisses while at it.. oh... heaven.

She came up, placing kisses on his head, around his lips and he was eager to take her in...

“take off the cuffs, he pleaded”,

she laughed hysterically, “I don’t trust you enough to keep your hands to yourself “, she said.

Ah!!!! He sighed, “but I’ve been very obedient, playing by all your rules darling, take off the cuffs, I swear not to do anything you don’t want”...

“Okay”, she said as she opened the cuffs, and took out the blindfold... he sat up for a bit, gazing, drooling, and taking in all her beauty.

He was still lost in thoughts when he felt her wet lips around his cock. “Fuck!!!! He screamed as he made to place his hand on her head.

“Don’t touch” she snapped, else I'll have to tie you up again”

“Gggrrrrhhhhh” he groaned, frustration, pleasure, desire, hunger... feeling everything all at once.

She didn’t stop, she meant to work him to exhaustion, taking the length of his manhood all in her mouth as he moved his waist vigorously fucking her mouth.

How did she do this he wondered... 'Twas perfect, not like anything he’d felt before. Just when he was about to let go... she let him go... stood up.

He breathed... heavily....trying to adjust his eyes... she’d found the condom and made to fix it on him... as her fingertips touched his cock... it sent shivers of pleasure down his spine... he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out... only a sigh.