Whispers of Submission

His good girl

She followed his lead, her hands moving in time with his, her eyes closed behind the blindfold. She felt his other hand on her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple, and she gasped, her hips bucking in response.

He continued to guide her hand, his breath quickening as she stroked him. She felt his cock twitching in her hand, and she knew he was close.

"That's it," he said, his voice a low growl. "Come for me, my sweet."

She stroked him faster, her hand moving in a blur, and he groaned loudly, his hips bucking forward. She felt his warm seed spurt onto her stomach, and he collapsed against her, his breath hot on her neck.

He pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her, and she felt his lips on her ear.

"That's my good girl," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.

He held her close for a moment, and Emma reveled in the warmth of his body. Then, with a deep sigh, he pulled away from her. She heard him moving around the room again, and she lay still, her body throbbing with desire.

He returned to the bed and began to untie her wrists, his fingers gentle on her skin. He removed the blindfold, and she blinked in the dim light, her eyes adjusting to the room.

He smiled down at her, his eyes soft and warm.

"How do you feel, my sweet Emma?" he asked, his voice gentle.

She smiled up at him, her body still throbbing with desire.

"I feel amazing," she replied, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you."

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, his taste still lingering on her tongue.

"You're welcome, my lovely submissive," he said, his voice a low whisper. "But we're not done yet. There's still one more surprise for you."

He stepped away from the bed and reached for something on the bedside table. He turned back to her, holding a small box in his hands.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

He smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You'll see," he said, his voice thick with promise.

He opened the box and pulled out a small, black vibrator, its tip glistening with a clear lubricant. He walked back to the bed and sat down beside her, his eyes never leaving hers.

"This is a special toy," he said, his voice low and husky. "It's going to make you see stars."

He reached over and trailed a finger down her stomach, his touch gentle and teasing. He stopped at her navel and pressed the vibrator against her skin.

Emma gasped as the toy buzzed to life, its vibrations sending shivers through her body. He pressed it against her stomach, moving it in slow circles, and she felt the heat building within her again.

He moved the toy lower, pressing it against her sex, and she cried out as a wave of pleasure washed over her. He continued to tease her, the vibrator dancing over her clitoris, sending sparks of desire through her veins.

"Please," she begged, her voice strained. "I need more."

He chuckled softly, his eyes burning with desire. He pressed the vibrator against her opening, and she gasped as it slipped inside her. He turned it on high, and she cried out as the toy buzzed and pulsed within her.

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, his tongue slipping into her mouth. He tasted of salt and musk, and Emma opened her mouth, inviting him in.

He groaned as their tongues danced together, his hands still working the vibrator in and out of her. She felt the pleasure building within her, a slow, relentless pressure that threatened to consume her.