You get home after an insanely long day, tired and missing her. Not just her body, but her face and her hair and the strawberry body wash she uses. Fuck. Your mind begins running to the night prior, your hands grazing every inch of her body. Taking in her sweet strawberry body wash. Damnit. You can't go for a round tonight, you were too fucking tired at work today..but damn you wish you could. Maybe it would work out. You finally make it home after a painstakingly long car ride home, just trying to tame the twitch in your form fitting dress pants. You walk into the house and it's dark, with a red light eroding from the bedroom. 'What in the actual fuck' you think, moving slowly. You approach the room. "Stay" you hear her call as you open the door. "Sure, daddy made the rules last night. My turn. It's my time to run the show" 'this is not going as planned' you think. "Actual-" your cut off by her finger touching your lips "shhh, I make the rules..remember?" She says. You were so caught up in the shock of her taking charge you never noticed what she was wearing. Your eyes rake her body, she is wearing a tight police outfit...leather. She has handcuffs and a blindfold. "Sir, your under arrest. I'm gonna need you to sit down" she pushes you into a chair, and cuffs you in. Tight. "Wai-" you can't even get a single word out. She pushes the blindfold over your eyes. 'Dammit.' "Rules. No talking, no noise or I'll stop, no touching. And lastly you have to wait til I say it's okay to finish, mkay? If these rules are not followed... ha you get nothing from me for 2 weeks" 'Dammit, this is fucking hard' you feel her rake her hands across your body, touching your chest. Unbuttoning your shirt, untucking it from your pants. Removing your belt. Every little move she made you felt closer and closer to breaking. She was gonna murder you. Maybe this is cause you spanked her to hard last time.... maybe she just wants to be boss. She begins removing your tight pants. Sliding them down slowly. You slug them off your ankles in aid to her. She takes the boxers as well. You feel her touch all beings of your body, making sure to scratch a little. Your struggling. She notices your lifting your hips in struggle. "Hey. No. Be good and listen. Or you will get punished, remember?" 'Hold on, this is okay. Think baseball' She begins taking her outfit off, making sure to be very touchy on you as well. She runs her body up yours, sitting close to your member now. It's barley touching her stomach, reaching her belly button. You smell the strawberry's. It's intoxicating. "Looks like your excited to see me huh?" She gets much closer and is now moving across your member very slowly. Your twitching to rail her very being until she is as soft as jello under you. No. This is about her. I think, maybe this is punishment. You can never be sure. She picks up pace and places the tip in and sinks down in one swift motion without any notice. You groan. She moves very quickly on top of you, trying to erupt a moan from your lips. Ah, it makes sense. She's punishing you for sure. She scratches your back and you can tell she feels just as good as you. Your really gonna be close soon. You want to touch her, feel her soft skin in your hands. The handcuffs have never felt tighter. You scrunch your toes and hope for this to end soon. Your really suffering. She goes faster and throws in all the tips and tricks. Moves in ways that could make a man get drunk on only her smell and touch. "You can finish" You hear those words and that's all you need, you feel your member tighten as you release your load into her body. Just as your doing this she finishes while yanking back your hair and it feels like she is pumping fluids out of you. Fuck. Once it's over she gets up and makes sure to lick you clean. Uncuffing you and taking off your blindfold she leaves before you even get the chance to see her body. Fuck.
