He nodded. “Thoughts on option two?”
“You know I prefer to be over the bed, and I’ve come to like it when you take a strap to me that way.”
“Yes,” he said. “That’s why I thought you’d go for the second option.”
“But,” I continued. “You also told me not to come before you gave permission or else I wouldn’t come for a long time.”
“Ah, I see.” He stroked my hair. “You were afraid you might come from the strap?”
I nodded.
“Wise decision,” he said. “Well thought-out with all options considered. And you did an excellent job of explaining your thought process to me. I think we’ve both made a lot of progress during the last few months.”
It always made me feel warm all over when I pleased him. “I think so, too, Master.”
He picked up the strap. “Come here and let’s finish that spanking.”
While I used to be frightened of the strap, as long as he wasn’t using it for punishment, I wasn’t anymore. I’d learned he knew how to wield it to bring pain-laced pleasure as well as plain pain. I went back across his lap knowing only pleasure awaited me.
I was correct. The last five strokes, when combined with his expert fingers, brought the sharp pleasure I craved. I was panting with need when he finished the last one.
He kept me on his lap for a few minutes, rubbing a soothing cream over my sore flesh and telling me how much he enjoyed me and how he’d missed this time between us. When he finally told me to thank him with my mouth, I ached to have him in me in any way possible.
I figured he wouldn’t finish in my mouth since he’d been so insistent about anal sex. As such, I took my time, undoing his pants and stripping him out of them. I palmed his balls and cupped him gently before ever so slowly taking him in my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around his tip, mimicking the way he’d teased my clit. And when I deep throated him, he sucked in a breath. After that, he kept his hands in my hair, ensuring I didn’t take him too deeply. I assumed he was afraid if I deep throated him again, he might come.
My suspicions were confirmed when, moments later, he pulled back and commanded me to bend across the bed.
“Missed this ass,” he said, giving me a playful swat. “I’m never going two and a half months without taking it again. Hold yourself open.”
I did as he asked, allowing him the room to prepare me. He’d brought the warming lube and I sighed as he spread it over and inside me.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Yes, Master. I’ve missed you taking me.”
Unlike times past, he didn’t use his fingers first. As soon as he finished with the lube, his slick cock was pressing against me. I tensed my muscles.
One of his fingers played with my clit. “Relax, my lovely.”
“Sorry, Master.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, Master. Please don’t stop.”
“I need you to relax. This might be for my pleasure, but I don’t want you hurt.”
His subtle reminder that he was still looking out for my needs and was doing what was best for me was what I needed to hear to relax further.
“There you go,” he said, holding my hips and pressing into me.
His fingers slipped between my legs and he stroked me there as his tip passed inside me. He might have said this was for his pleasure only, but he was ensuring I got something out of it, even if that something wasn’t an orgasm.
“Fuck, Abigail. You feel incredible.”
I pushed my hips back toward him. “You don’t feel bad yourself, Master.”
He chuckled and gave me a swat. “Don’t think flattery will get you an orgasm.”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
“Yes, you would.”
“You’re probably right.”
During our banter, he’d worked himself deeper, so with a final push and a coarsely spoken, “I know I’m right,” he was buried inside me.
I bit the comforter as he pulled out and started a slow and torturous push and pull. Then he added his fingers back to my achy flesh and I started chanting.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Exactly,” he said.
The feel of him inside me that way was exquisite in its pleasure. Anal sex always seemed so dark and forbidden, it never failed to turn me on. Though I tried not to, it wasn’t long before I was begging.
“Please, Master, let me come.”
“No.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from begging again and clasped the comforter in my fist. My eyes damn near rolled to the back of my head when his fingers started pumping into my pussy in time with the strokes of his cock in my ass.
“Please,” I whined.
“Stop begging or else I’ll pull out, gag you, and fuck you slowly for hours.”
I didn’t doubt him, so instead of focusing on what he was doing to my body, I recited the alphabet backwards. In German.
“Damn it, Abigail. If you’re going to speak in foreign languages at least say something interesting.”
“Sorry, Master. I thought I was doing that in my head.”
He thrust at an angle that made me squeal. “Well, you weren’t.”
His breathing was getting choppy and his thrusts harder and faster. I hoped beyond hope that meant he was close. I knew I sure was. And I knew I couldn’t take much more.
Mercifully, he slipped his fingers from me and grabbed my hips. He rocked into me a few more times before blessedly climaxing. I breathed out a sigh of relief, thankful I had been able to hold back my own release.
He peppered kisses across my back, lightly stroking my arms before pulling us both up on the bed. He curled us up on our sides, spooning. His touch was gentle, all trace of teasing gone as if he knew how precariously close I was to orgasm.
“Ist alles in Ordnung?” he asked and I laughed. He tightened his arms around me.
“Yes, Meister, I’m okay.”
“Meister? Mmm, I like that, too.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Still want to come?”
“Yes,” I said and thought about my answer some more. “But interestingly enough, I’ll be okay if I don’t.”
“Really? Explain.”
I ran my fingers down the length of one of his arms and placed my hand over his. “Right here, right now, I’m completely content. I still feel the need to come, but it’s lost in the satisfaction I feel at knowing you’re pleased with me.”
He kissed the back of my neck. “So pleased. I know that wasn’t easy.”
No, it hadn’t been easy, but I’d done it for him and would do it again in a minute if he asked. He held me for a time and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of being in my Master’s arms.
Eventually, he kissed the back of my neck again and gave my butt a slap. “Break time’s over. Go stand in front of a window.”