Sight, Sound, Smell, Touch, Taste

An Unprompted Freewriting

Trigger Warning: Explicit sexual content, light BDSM.
In honor of my first paid subscriber popping my paywall cherry, I thought I’d give him a little something to dream about, but I would never leave my free subs and followers hanging - I’m not a complete sadist - so I wrote just enough to wet your appetite while leaving some juicy stuff for his pleasure alone.

Photo by Maria Vlasova on Unsplash

With a twist of my wrist, the button at the top of my jeans soundlessly slides free of its confinement.

The metal hisses as my zipper slides down. Slowly, so as to drive him wild. One metal click at a time.

Zip.

Zip.

Zip.

His body is almost vibrating with a mix of excitement and impatience and I revel in his frustration.

The light in the room is low, but he is able to catch the glint of steel and the shadows of my movements. I have positioned myself perfectly silhouetted in the moonlight to tease him but fully able to see him, naked and bound to the CBT chair.

I hook my thumbs into the waistband and drag the fabric over my hips. The hushed whisper of skin on cloth is the only sound in the room… except for his heavy breaths.

Ever so slowly, I bend over sliding free of the denim. His gasp, seeing the thong peak out from beneath my dress shirt makes me smile.

I wore it just for him. He loves how hot I look in his white button up and skinny jeans.

I flick my hair over my shoulder to get a good look at him, watching my every move as I stand tall, legs bare.

“What do you want?” I purr. I know the answer, I just want to hear him say it. If his hands were unbound, I’d be naked with his head between my legs by now. But that’s not what tonight is about.

He’s contemplating the answer. He needs to get it right. If not, he won’t get to play with me later. I demand that he be a good boy or else I’ll finish on my own and send him home to his prudish, vanilla wife, unsatisfied and unable to do anything about it.

“I…” he hesitates, swallowing hard and licking his lips. “I want whatever you want.”

It’s a cop-out but I can tell that he’s trying very hard to not cum before we get to the good stuff. His cock pulses once, twice, as if to punctuate his obedience.

I haven’t even turned on his vibrating butt plug yet. I know he’s thinking that if he’s lucky, I’ll turn it on and suck him off soon, but that would be too easy.

I step out of the discarded fabric at my feet. My stilettos click softly with every step; his eyes growing wide.

“What I want, huh?” My voice is low, husky with power.

I circle behind him, wrapping one hand around his neck while the other crawls down his chest, stopping just below his belly button. I lower my lips to his ear and bite down on his lobe.

He hisses and stiffens but doesn’t try to pull away.

“That’s my brave little pet.” I stalk around in front of him again. “For that, you get a reward.”

One button at a time, I undo my shirt… from top to bottom, exposing the valley between my braless breasts a little bit at a time.

When I’ve finished, I slide the thin, white, cotton fabric over one shoulder, revealing one perfect tit. My silver nipple ring gleams in the moonlight from the window.

He’s mesmerized by it, biting his bottom lip because he can’t get his mouth on it. Twitching his fingers, aching to touch it. Pull on it.

So I do it for him. My manicured fingernails twist the bar between them and give it a tug.

Precum drips down his shaft, dying for some relief.

Sliding my other shoulder out of my shirt, I turn, letting it drop over my ass on the way to the floor.

I hook my thumbs into my thong and draw it down my legs just like before. Bending over directly in front of him, now.

He makes a noise. A low growl.

“I’ll ignore that this one time,” I look around one leg at him and tsk, “but if you continue to be a bad boy, you won’t get to lick your treat, and that would be a shame.”

Silently he nods.

“Stick out your tongue, then…”

He does.