Mistress loves you

I laugh softly against your skin, lips hovering right above your slick folds without touching. "That's not begging. That's whining." My tongue darts out for one quick, shallow lick along your outer lip, then I pull back again. You jerk hard, trying to chase the contact, but I hold you down tighter.

"Fuck, please," you gasp again, thighs shaking. "I can't take it. Your tongue feels so good. I need you on my pussy. I'll do anything." The sound of your voice cracking like that sends a hot pulse straight between my legs. I drag my tongue up the crease of your thigh instead, slow and wet, stopping just short of your clit. "Keep going," I murmur, savoring every desperate word. "Tell me exactly what you want my mouth to do."

Your breath hitches, bratty spark flickering even as you break. "Lick inside me. Suck on my clit. Make me cum on your tongue. Please, I'm dripping for you." I reward you with a single, firm stroke right over your entrance, tasting you properly for one long second before retreating again. Your frustrated moan is perfect. I grin against your skin, already wet myself from how easily you’re unraveling. "Good girl. Now say it louder." Except I don’t give you a chance as my mouth wraps around your clit and whatever you were going to say melts from your mind.

I hum against your clit, enjoying the taste of you as your hips buck against my tongue. I wrap my arms around your thighs and pull your legs up onto my shoulders so I can push my tongue inside you and fuck you hard with it. I keep going until I can feel every muscle in your body tense up as that wave of pleasure finally crashes over you. I slowly lick you as I let you ride out your orgasm but I don’t let up when you try to relax.

“Baby what are y—“ your words turn into a moan as I lick the full length of your soaked pussy. “F–fuuck baby, I’m…I’m so sen–sensitive.” I have my lips wrapped around your clit now as I suck on the swollen and sensitive nub. You try to squirm under me so I tighten my hold on your thighs as I draw another orgasm out of you, your moans turning into screams.

Your breathing turns ragged when you realize that I’m still not slowing down. “Wait baby–I’m so–I can’t take–HOLY FUCK!” You reach down and grab a fistful of my hair and try to pull but I don’t budge. You pull harder as I draw one last orgasm out of you. I finally stop and look up at you, your face flushed, eyes practically rolled to the back of your head. I slowly crawl back up your body as we both try to catch our breath. I smirk at you, slowly licking the taste of you off my lips

“I can’t- too much.”

“Just one more baby, for mommy.”

I want to take my time with you. To coax an orgasm from you so slowly and softly you don’t understand why you’re cumming so hard.

Can you be patient for me right now? Or don’t you believe you’ll cum for me like this?

Such a good girl. Want you to feel your pretty pussy aching and dripping with the need.

Perfect. You’re doing it just right, baby.

You can go faster. But sooo soft.

Yes my girl.

everything is tingling. i feel close.. wanna cum for u so bad.. can I?

"Keep still," I murmur, voice low so only you can hear. "No squirming.”

I tap the intensity up another notch. The sudden stronger buzz forces a tiny whimper from your throat. Your nipples are hard against your thin blouse, and I know without looking that your panties are already soaked around the toy. I lean in, smiling, and slide my foot forward until my shoe presses lightly against your ankle.

"Spread a little. Let me see how wet you are getting." When you obey, I reach down to pick up my napkin and glance over, you wetness clearly soaking through those cute pink panties of your. When I sit back up I immediately press the button again, sending a quick series of pulses that make your hips jerk. Your face flushes darker. I keep my expression calm, almost bored, while my thumb dances over the controls, changing the pattern every few seconds so you never get used to the rhythm.

"Look at me," I order softly. "Eyes on mine while I play with your cunt." Another sharp increase in vibration makes you bite your lip hard. I watch the struggle play across your face, the effort not to moan, not to rock your hips against the seat. Your breathing is shallow now, chest rising fast. I can see the sheen of sweat starting at your hairline.

I lower the intensity just enough to keep you desperate, then lean back in my chair, sipping my drink like nothing is happening. "Good girl," I praise quietly. "Stay quiet for me. If you make a sound, I’ll turn it all the way up and leave it there until you’re shaking. Understand?"

Your nod is shaky, eyes glassy with need. I smile and tap the screen again, sending another teasing pulse straight against your clit. Your whole body jolts, but you manage to stay silent. I reward you with a slower, rolling pattern that makes your thighs tremble under the table.

She won't mind, not initially. Not until the first time I pull my fingers free, click the vibrator off, and ruin her orgasm with whisper light brushes. And again, weeks later, after she had thought the first was a one off cruelty.

Eventually, she'll beg for my fingers in her mouth before I touch any other part of her, she'll suckle at them desperately, unsure how to earn a real orgasm but desperate to try.

To push her over the counter as soon as we get home and immediately push her panties aside just to find her soaked (she's been like this all day)