MasterMine

The setting for this chapter is that the Dom had told his Sub that she could not masturbate at all until given permission, because he has teased her into arousal before she left for work, letting her think that he was still in another state, five hours away.


Imagine me at work, busing tables, carrying dishes from the dining area to the kitchen, wearing my black uniform, a button down and slacks, making me look smaller than I already am. I smile at the patrons and my co-workers, my boss, cheeks just a little bit more flushed than usual, but most just pass it off as the cold.

But the real reason is that, underneath my clothes, my nipples are hard and puckered d, goose flesh across my chest, and my pussy is nearly dripping, and each time I take a step, the fabric of my pants rubs oh so well against the lips because I decided to forgo panties today.

I'm wishing that you were near me to take care of my aching pussy, so that's what I'm imagining when I work, and no one expects anything.

I'm thinking how good it would be to see you come into the restaurant, the dim lights making you look menacing, the red lights of our faux candles casting a glow to your perfect skin. If I wasn't already soaked, I would be just from that image.

I would turn to my boss, or the bartender, and tell them I needed a break, and they'd say to take my time. I'd smile and then guide you to the back, then into one of our restrooms, and lock the door.

You wouldn't waste time talking, you just pull me against you, and without any heels, I'm tiny compared to you, and you'd kiss me, hard and possessive, because you need to make me know that I am yours. Your fingers against my upper arms would grip so tight, I could feel the redness appearing. I love the feeling, and press into you more closely, needing you, and the slight bits of pain you give me when you know I need it.

You would nuzzle the skin on my neck, pushing my hair out of the way, and bite and suckle till marks appear, and I whine at the nips. You then push up my shirt and bra, quickly pinching my already painful nipples before unbuttoning my pants and slipping them down over my knees and flats. My inner thighs glisten from the moisture that had gathered between them, and you push two fingers into me, ignoring my cry at the sudden intrusion. I quietly thank the gods that our bathrooms are mostly soundproof, the walls thick and the restaurant outside much too loud.

You would take out your cock, not bothering to undress, and pick me up, pressing me into the wall, and positioning yourself after I wrap my legs around your waist and my arms around your shoulders. I would kiss you lightly as you press yourself into me, taking your time, because you feel the need to tease me in the absence of long, drawn out foreplay. My body accepts you slowly, stretching to accomodate your cock, and I bite your shoulder to keep from sobbing out my relief that you're finally inside of me. You pull out and pump in at your leisure, in no great hurry. I feel like a cat in heat, wanting to yell for you to fuck me, fuck me hard, but I can't make my lips move, and all that comes out is a long, musical sound, to delicate to be a moan, but with too much substance to be a sigh. You chuckle, your face buried against my shoulder, and give me a lick.

"You like that, girl?"

"Uh-huh," I manage to say, fingers digging into your back as you continue your maddening pace, slowly, keeping me on the edge that I have been on since leaving my house hours ago.

Your pace picks up, but only minutely, and my pussy clamps down on you as you moan into my shoulder. It's so sexy to hear your voice like that, I think I could come just from listening to you in pleasure.

Your hands on my ass tighten, and that's all the warning I have before you lift me off and set me down.

I stand there gaping until you turn me around, and tilt me over. I grab the sink to steady myself, and you kick my feet apart and slam back home. I yelp, then scream as you set a punishing pace, breathing harsh, fingers digging into my ass and thighs. I push back, loving the lack of control over you're displaying over your desire for me. I am so deep in the throes of passion that I nearly forget to ask for permission to come, but manage to get a yes from you just as my world becomes white and my whole body tenses and shudders, and I scream out my orgasm. You lean forward and wrap your arms around my middle, giving two more harsh thrusts before you give a gravely groan, and I feel your cock jump inside me, and wet sticky warmth filling me.

You pull out and insert a finger into me, making me give a little shocked sound, and you offer the same finger to my mouth.

I clean up our combined juice, and dress after you give me permission, but not before you pull something out of your coat pocket.

It's long and thick, and distinctly phallic shaped, and you're grinning dangerously.