Clearly his man knows what being a submissive is all about, and holy fuck he is turning me on. If I didn’t have pants on, my cunt juices would be dripping down my leg. “Good boy.” I start toward the guest bedroom, “Come along, Levi.”
The heels of my stilettos clicked down the short hallway, and echoed through the empty space. Only coming to a stop outside of the spare bedroom I used to carry on my games of sexual exploits. In here, I could be someone else. I could escape my life. I could be the slut I ached to be since Daniel walked out on me, I could never really be myself in bed with him. Everything was just too vanilla. Tonight was different though, tonight was new. On most occasions I would have Star by my side, helping to curb any personal connection to the Sub Du Jour. But tonight, it would just be Levi and myself.
“Strip.” My word was to the point, no need for senseless chit chat. I’m not here to make friends, I am here to fuck. I turn away from him, and slip off my heels first. Losing six inches of height, I realize Levi towers over my five foot three frame. He must have at least a foot on me. Sliding my pants down my legs, and pulling my tank top over my head, I stand in nothing but lace. My games always begin after I remove my own clothing, the act of undressing is too intimate. Not a level of connection I choose to make with a sub on any occasion, no matter how heated we may be.
The white lace bra leaves little to the imagination. My pierced nipples stand at attention as I steal a glimpse of the expensive suit laying crumpled on my hardwood floors. The white lace thong exposes one of the very few areas on my body, not cover in ink. My luscious ass.
I slip my feet back into the stilettos, one at a time before finally turning to examine the fine male specimen I dragged home with me this evening. I am pleasantly surprised to see him sprawling across the bed on his back, with absolutely nothing on. Naked as the day he was born. Vulnerable to my touch. I round the bed, side-to-side looking over every inch of his sculpted body. Clearly he takes care of himself. I would guess the gym a couple times a week, complete with weight lifting. Mmmm and hot damn, my favorite. Hairless from chest to ass. Freshly waxed. I would know the smooth post wax skin anywhere. Just like my own pussy.
“That suit left much to the imagination, but I can tell you Levi.” I crawl up on the bed, and straddle his lap before leaning in to his ear and finishing my sentence. My full breasts pressing against his hard chest. “I really like what I see.”
I lean back on my haunches, I can feel his hardening length against my ass, and I can tell he likes everything he can see thus far. “Talk to me Levi,” I lift my leg and get off the bed, striding to the end to watch him. “Tell me what you are thinking.” His eyes stare at me, only breaking eye contact when the icy baby blues shimmy their way down my body, taking in every inch of my body.
With a low growl, he finally speaks. “I think I have died and gone to heaven. You are perfection. Every fucking inch of your body is pure perfection.” Damn he is going to be good for my ego. Maybe I should keep this one around? No fucking way. What the fuck am I thinking?
“I’m glad you like what you see Levi. You’re not used to women like me. Let me guess,” I walk over to him again, leaning onto the bed and trailing my mint green colored fingernail down the center of his stomach. “You typically go for the trophy wife type. Blonde, big fake tits, and lots of bad makeup with a side of designer clothes.” Without second thought he nodded in agreement. A slow seductive smile spread across my face.
“I know your type all too well, Levi. You want to take a walk on the wild side, because those prissy little bitches just don’t know how to fuck, right?” I lowered my mouth to his stomach, gently licking before pressing my red lips down and sinking my teeth into him. A grunt of appreciation escapes his mouth, but he doesn’t take his eyes off me. Not for a second. “Tell me what you want, Levi. What will get you off?” Not that I really cared, but knowing his turn ons would only help me draw out his own pleasure.
“Anal, fuck me, Seven. Have your way with me.” Hearing my name roll off his tongue stops me in my tracks. Fuck. I forgot about that. But can I just can’t bring myself to walk away now, even though I know I probably should.
While I battle with myself, I start to eye his growing erection. It was impressive flaccid, but now that it is coming to life, it is unlike anything I have seen before. I am willing to bet, fully erect he has to be at least a full ten inches, if not more. And the girth. Holy shit. Will that even fit?
“Stroke yourself. Jerk yourself off until you are ready to come.” I demand. I am not polite, or seductive. I want to see how long his impressive length will grow. I turn to the door, stealing my attention away from the man on my bed. I should walk away. It has already become too personal. Reaching down between my legs, I roll my fingers across my soaked panties, it has been so long, way too long. I need a release. I need a man. I need Levi. I slide my panties down until they fall onto the floor. I step out of them, bending over without bending my knees to pick them up. Giving Levi a full view of my smooth cunt. Without turning around, I know he is watching when I hear him gasp in delight.
I pick them up, and toss them on the bed. I turn to watch his reaction, under my heavy lidded eyes. Without a beat he picks them up, lifts them right to his face and inhales deeply. So sexy.
“You like that?” his attention is drawn back to my face. He is trying not to smile, so am I.
“I want to taste you.” He speaks so seductively, he isn’t going to have to ask me a second time. Something about him breaks down my need for control, and I give in to his want, instead of taking my charge. “I think I can arrange that. Don’t stop jerking off.” I am stern as I watch his hand running up and down his gorgeous cock. Each vein, noticeable. His other hand cups his balls, tugging on them. He likes pain with his pleasure. Then I remember his request from earlier. Exactly what he likes.
I open the bedroom closet, which houses all the kink toys I could ever imagine, or would personally want to use in my bedroom scenes. Hiding behind the door, I reach for the lone strap-on in the closet. The black leather strap forms to my ass perfectly. This isn’t the maiden voyage with my rubber cock, in fact I can’t count the number of times I have used it on Star, or hell, the number of times she has used it on me. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and causes my clit to throb. I think I just may die if I don’t get off soon. Pulling a bottle of lube off the shelf, I make my way back to my waiting plaything.
“You can stop stroking your cock now. It is time for me to play. His gaze rakes across my body and stops when he notices my seven inch rubber dick. “Holy fuck.” His eyes flash with hungry lust. “You, are a fucking Goddess.” He licks his lips, and raises up on his elbows. His words cause my stomach to churn.
“Don’t get any thoughts just yet. First, you are going to lick my cunt until I come all over your face. Then I will think about fucking you. Depending on your performance. The better you do, the harder I will fuck you. Deal?” I unstrap the fake dick and crawl up his body. His arm snakes around my back to unclasp the bra I have left on. Such a brazen boy for someone who should be submitting to me, but it sparks something deep inside of me, is it desire? I push the warning bells into the back of my mind, where they will stay until I am done fucking for the night.