[Whispering Dom]

Part 19

She’s trembling as she watches him, her arousal almost painful as she passively lets him use her as he wishes. Her knees hurt from kneeling on the stone floor, she still feels little drips of water slipping down her naked skin, her breathing fast and labored. She watches his face. His eyes drill into hers, but he’s smiling.

His hands play on her skin, fluttering between her legs, caressing her, making her jerk. He rubs her fast for a moment, and she cries out quietly. Unbidden she spreads her legs wider, so aroused now. She feels his hand slip out from between her legs and she moans quietly in frustration. She feels it gently slip across her skin, feels him caressing her butt cheeks. She’s breathing fast, and she moans quietly as she feels his fingers push between her cheeks, gently rubbing her asshole.

“You like giving yourself to me, don’t you Lauren.” Again it’s not a question, and she just nods her head. She feels his finger push inside her. No one’s ever done that to her before, but it feels so good, so submissive to have such a private part of her body used, played with. She’s bent forward, spreading her legs and butt cheeks even wider, giving herself willingly to him. He slides his finger in and out of her ass, she moans loudly, turns to look at him, her face flushed.

She closes her eyes for a moment, then snaps them open and yelps as she feels him slap her bottom. She’s panting for breath, looking at him, seeing him grinning. She shakes her head, and he spanks her again… And again. She’s thrusting her hips as he spanks her, her arousal growing despite the fact nothing is touching her. She has an urge to put her own hand between her legs, but she’s sure that’s not allowed. Instead she spreads her legs wider, moaning with pleasure.

She feels his hand cup her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple, already painfully erect, and she moans again. She’s moving her body, trying to get more from his hands, grinding into the air. He pinches her nipple and she cries out.

Suddenly his hands have left her body. She cries out again in frustration, she has an urge to beg him, beg him not to leave her like this. She looks up at him, he’s stood up, and he’s beckoning her to stand also. She gets shakily to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest. He steps to her, she feels his hand once again slip between her legs and she closes her eyes and moans.

Then his hand is gone again. She snaps her eyes open, panting, sees him standing directly in front of her. His hands go to her shoulders, and he starts to push her slowly backwards. She stumbles slightly, then lets herself be pushed back against the hot tub.

“Sit.” he whispers, and she sits down on the edge of the tub. She feels his hands pushing her legs apart, and then watches as he drops between her legs. She spasms as she feels his lips against hers, feels his tongue push between them. She cries out as he runs it around her. She can feel her orgasm building, not sure whether she’s supposed to cum or not, whether she’s allowed to. She’s breathing hard, her body trembling and jerking, her hands and feet clenching. She’s going to cum.

Then his lips are gone, and she whimpers in frustration. He’s grinning at her. He stands up, holds out his hands and she takes them, standing up again on shaky legs. He leads her a few steps forward.

“Kneel.” She drops down again onto her knees, willingly, surrendering to his will and his whims. She spreads her legs, exposing herself to him, and waits. He drops down facing her, and his hand slips again between her legs. He teases her, rubbing just beside her lips, she’s squirming, desperately wants him to touch her. He knows, and delays, she’s mewling quietly with pent up arousal and frustration, hears him laugh quietly.

“Please…” she says, looking at him. Begging. He runs his fingers over her lips and she almost collapses. “Oh yes… Please. Make me cum…” She’s panting with arousal. She looks into his face, pleading as he moves his fingers back to the sides. She groans, shakes her head in frustration. She’s thrusting her hips now, trying to use his fingers to finish herself. He keeps them just away from her lips. She looks at him, desperation in her eyes. He laughs.

Suddenly his fingers are between her lips. She cries out, almost cums as he starts to rub her fast. She’s shaking, out of control, her muscles clench as she feels her orgasm building fast.

“I’m going to cum…” she gasps and breaths out. Sees his smile grow. “May I?” she asks. He is still smiling but says nothing. She spasms, wants to cum now, knows he can make her, but unsure whether she should. “P-please… May I?” she’s gasping. She looks at him helplessly. “P-please… Sir.” And she spasms, her whole body shakes as her climax takes her. He keeps stroking, making her wince, she’s so sensitive, but still her body shudders. She falls forward, now kneeling on her hands and knees, panting hard. She looks up at him, his hand now gone from between her legs. Will he be angry, did she fail? But he’s still smiling at her. Finally he speaks.

“Let’s go inside Lauren.” he says quietly. “That was just a prelude, a warm up to our play.” She looks at him, still trying to catch her breath. “Are you ready to have your eyes opened?” She swallows hard, but nods slowly, and then climbs unsteadily to her feet, and follows him as he leads her, naked, into the house.


The End