The Heat

Her

"Are you ready?" Griffin asked her. He circled her small frame like a predator would their prey. His loins inflamed and beckoning his passion to play. Bulging and twitching behind restrictive leather, all he could do was fight the discomfort, fight that urge to forsake all self-disciple and take her then and now.

"Yes Sir." She answered. The girl was standing perfectly still, her green eyes glued to the wall before her. She tried to deviate from thought and focus on his every word and action. She learned the hard way never to be distracted. Silence charmed the air between them. He continued to circle her. Each drifting moment only further agitated her mind. The girl fought the urge to anticipate his actions, fought those naughty sensations that swirled between her legs at the thought of his body pumping into hers. She shook her head. She had to listen out for his next question.

A stray finger ventured over her shoulder. She gasped, goosebumps glazing her golden brown skin. It was stupid to get aroused from such a simple action. But in her aroused state, she was surprised she didn't cum. She could hear him chuckling behind her, his hands never leaving her body.

Griffin gathered her tiny frame against his and brought his mouth close to her ear. "Are you sure?" He asked sternly, leaving no room for contemplation. His c0ck jerked behind his leather prison, begging to sample that dainty minx leaning against him. The man growled low and guttural, trying to calm his flaming er3ction. "Answer me now. Yes or no?"

"Yes Sir." She said. "Yes I'm ready." His hard member pressed against her round behind. The girl closed her eyes, fighting the urge to rub against his meat. He wasn't the only eager one tonight.

Smiling he kissed her shoulder, his fingers sliding under the straps of her dress and pulling them down. The material gathered around her feet, exposing her sultry reflection. Bountiful br3asts spilled into his vision, n!pples so taut and ripe just begging to be sucked fondled. Her firm buttocks were another one of her hidden treasures, so was the exotic curve of her hips. The man purred against her ear, his body eager to conquer hers. He snatched her frame into his grasp, fondling her delectable mounds and pinching those eager nubs. "What is your safeword? You may need it for tonight, I don't plan on showing you mercy."

The girl bit her lower lip with anticipation. The act rewarded her with an impatient twitch from his manhood. She tried not to laugh. "Butterfly Sir."

"Good." He said as he ventured away from her. Griffin took a seat on an iron throne he had installed into their play room. Snapping his fingers, he pointed towards the ground. "On your knees and crawl." He demanded, gathering a bowl of strawberries into his hands. The girl did as she was told, crawling towards him and keeping her eyes glued to his feet. It would be inappropriate for her to look up at him without being told to do so. Once she arrived, she pinned her face against his swelling groin just as she had been told to do many times before. She awaited his command.

Griffin looked down approvingly at her, satisfied with her display. One month of submissive training and already she was getting the hang of things. The man smirked, enjoying the raunchy display. He then sampled the red heart shaped fruits, the tangy juices exploding in his mouth. He then brought one down for her to enjoy. Heavy-breathed with parted lips, he watched as she devoured the fruit. Her every movement dripped with seduction. She sucked the tip into those full f*ckable lips of hers, generating his c0ck once again. The girl ate it slowly. By the time she was finished Griffin couldn't wait any longer. He must have her.

Now overly prurient he said, "You want my cOck down your throat now don't you?" He chuckled when she kissed his angry bulge.

"Yes sir." She looked up innocently at him, batting those thick long eyelashes he loved so much.