Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Dominated

Shreya and Daya have some fun in their playroom. Rated M for language and adult content. BDSM theme!!

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Oh fuck. God, this man is going to be the death of me. I won't dare take my eyes off the tiny spot on the ceiling of our playroom, willing myself not to cum all over his face. My fingers itch to pull on his hair, to push his face into my pussy and stop his teasing. I can feel his tongue tracing my lips as if he has all the time in the world, while a finger barely strokes the rough patch so deep inside me that only he is able to find.

My thighs start to quiver... Damn it, if I cum again without permission I won't be able to sit for a week. He knows what it does to me when I'm tied up, unable to grasp his hand or pull on his hair, how it makes me cum impossibly harder, so intense that I gush into his waiting mouth and pull against my restraints. God, if I keep thinking about what it's like to cum on him I won't be able to hold back much longer.

He didn't gag me this time, choosing instead to link my arms to my ankles and tying the rope to the top of his custom made table, rendering me useless and spread for him to do with me as he pleases. I feel sweat sliding down the side of my neck, the intense concentration I'm keeping to hold back my orgasm threatening to snap. He felt me tightening around his finger, because immediately his hand comes down hard on my thigh.

"Shreya, you know how unpleasant it will be for both of us if you fail to follow my directions once again? Don't think I've forgotten your offense on Wednesday," he warns.

A shiver runs through me from hearing the tone of his voice, commanding and stern. All I want to do in this moment is sneak a look at his face, but on top of my impending orgasm, disobeying his direct order to keep my eyes fixed on the ceiling won't do any good for my already sore ass. He can tell I'm struggling to keep my orgasm at bay even though he is no longer touching me, so he begins to finger the collar at my neck.

"Remember who you belong to, Shreya. Remember your Master and your place. If you cum you will not only disappoint me, but deny me the pleasure of your sweet pussy since you will be sent directly to your room". Those last few words were whispered into my mouth before my Master starts to suck on my lips, not hesitating to shove his tongue into my mouth.

His words calmed me, my urge to climax declining with a sigh. When we entered the playroom I would do anything to please him.

"Such a sweet Pet," he croons as he continues to fuck my mouth with his tongue. I close my eyes, giving control to my senses.

The smell of his cologne grounds me, but not as much as the muskiness of my Master that began to give way at the beginning of our scene. The scent of his soap mixed with sex and sweat made me gush until I was a quivering mess at times, when at others it calmed me until I had a firm grasp on my senses and my Master.

"Do you think you should be allowed to cum, my sweet Shreya?" Master whispers into my ear, tickling me as well as turning me on even more. I held my tongue, knowing that if I speak out of turn my chances at cumming as well as pleasing Master would essentially disappear.

"You may answer, Shreya"

I take a large breath, wetting my dry lips after having bitten them raw in my need to cum.

"Whatever would please you, Master" I sighed. I no longer cared if I came or not, all I want is to lick his cock, collecting the precum that will be gathered on the tip, and take him into my throat until he cums hard.

"Oh sweet Shreya, nothing would please me more to see you gush onto the table. Do you think you could squirt for me, Shreya?" Master whispers into the still room. He loves making me squirt; I never knew it was possible until one day at the end of a particularly intense scene, he made me cum one more time by shoving his fingers into my pussy and stroking my g-spot without abandon until my back arched and I came hard onto the table he had strapped me to.