Just A Quickie

Whispers

i turned off the taps to the bath and sat my wine glass on the edge of the tub. the steam seemed to almost billow off the surface of the water.

good. i needed to relax, and hot water was what i needed to make this ache go away.

at least, thats what i was trying to convince myself.

thoughts of him plagued my mind throughout the entire day. while i was in meetings at work. while i was on my lunch break at taco bell. while alone in the bathroom with only my mini bullet to keep me company.

god, how i needed him. i ached for the fire that only his touch could ignite in me. for now, however, this piping hot bath and wine would have to be enough.

even if i knew it would never be enough.

i grabbed my wine glass, draining the contents quickly before sliding down into the warm abyss that awaited me. that had to be glass three. our maybe four. i leaned my head against the back of the tub and let out a deep sigh as i closed my eyes, my thoughts drifting back to him.

i could feel his presence, as if he was standing next to the tub. watching me. i moaned at the thought of him seeing me like this, so exposed and vulnerable, but so hungry to please him. my submission to him was something i gave eagerly, and something he held very precious.

i lifted one leg out of the tub, my foot dangling over the side, toes threatening to graze the cotton rug they lay on the floor. i had long since disregarded the now empty wine glass somewhere near the tub, and i could feel the fuzziness of my brain growing heavier.

maybe chugging the glass wasn't the best idea, but it helped my fantasy feel even more real.

i could feel his finger ghosting against the skin of my shin that was hanging out of the tub. i took my hands and ran them beneath the water and down my chest until my nipples were pinched between my fingers. i moaned and arched my back slightly, my breast breaking the surface of the water.

i could feel his lips place feathered kisses from my ankle all the way up and around my knee. i freed one of my nipples while still kneading the other, my free hand finding my molten core. even submerged in water, i knew i was wet for him. i was always ready for him, even when he wasnt around.

two of my fingers found my clit and began rubbing in small circles. my moans sounded of shallow breaths, and i panted as the pressure on my sensitive bud increased. i wanted to shatter for him. i wanted to become so undone that only he could put the pieces back together.

my body climbed higher and higher towards the cliff that would have me tumbling over in bliss. my whispered cries of desire echoed off every wall, encompassing me completely. i was lost in my mind, trapped only with the thoughts of begging him to let me let go.

i could feel him sliding a finger inside my tight hole while i continued to massage my sensitive nub. i cried out in ecstasy.

i was so close.

my eyes opened just slightly, before they widened and all movement stopped. all movement except for his fingers inside me, still slowly stroking me closer to oblivion.

"you're here," i whispered. my hands reached out of the water, gripping the side of the tub as i felt my orgasm growing.

the touches. the kisses. it had all been real. i stared at him in bewilderment, which caused a small smirk to appear on his face as he stared at me intently.

"i am." i felt his fingers curl upward and i jerked forward with a startled gasp. water splashed and threatening to spill over into the floor. yet, he didn't stop.

"why?" i asked, though it came out more as a whispered whimper. his fingers halted the caress on my walls and i whined at the loss, but the stern look on his face told me that now was not the time.

"i am here because i have been thinking about pounding into that wet cunt until you are a writhing mess all day long." i felt my tummy clench at his words. whatever he needed, i would do. "all i have seen all day are my handprints on your ass and my hand around your throat while you beg me to cum.

"so this is what we are going to do." i was focused on his every word. he knew i would do anything to please him. my soul was his. "you are going to finish rubbing your clit while my fingers fuck your pussy. you are going to cum fast and you are going to cum hard. then, you are going to get out of this tub and go straight to your bed and bend the fuck over. you are mine. all of you is mine. and you touched what is mine without asking permission. so i will punish you, and then i will fuck you how i have been longing to since you left me last.

"are we clear?"

i nodded my head vigorously. we were crystal clear.

i screamed as he pinched my nub. i went to glare at him, but the look on his face made me recognize my mistake.

"are. we. clear?" he growled at me.

"yes, Sir. we are very clear."

that smirk i loved returned, and his fingers began to dig into me.

"rub your clit and cum for me you filthy little whore!" he voice was rough and menacing. i wanted to drop to my knees and worship this man. however, i would settle for giving him what he asked.

"yes, Sir."

and before i knew what was happening, my hand found its way to my clit, rubbing quickly  before i yelled out his name as i came hard and fast.

i did not have even a moment to enjoy my state of euphoria, as he grabbed me by my waist and picked me up and stood me on the rug. i shivered at the air on my wet body while i was in his arms. i felt his fingers dig into my hips as he dipped his head into the hollow of my neck and licked away the water that rested there.

i trembled in his hands. i was turning into putty, and he knew exactly how to mold me.

"bed. now." he growled in my ear as he nipped at the lobe.

slowly, i turned away from him and swayed towards the door. as i stepped onto the carpeted floor of my bedroom, i turned to see him standing in the middle of the bathroom staring at me.

"come and get me, Sir," i whispered, a small and teasing smirk gracing my face.

i felt the energy in the room change with the look on his face. he had become my predator, and i was more than ready to be his prey.