Don't Make Me Wait
Date: 6/27/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: Devilish052, Source: LushStories
As he walks into the room I tell him, "Get on your knees!" Without complaint he complies. Stepping in front of me, he towers over me, being almost a foot taller than me. I look up at him in our close proximity, my face barely clears his chest. He looks amazing. A gray T-shirt that was tighter around his chest and shoulders. As well as jeans that seem to fit just right around his waist and ass, then fall a little baggy around his ankles. He is barefoot, because he must always take off his shoes before entering my room. He gets down on his knees and now I am barely taller than him. I glare at him, annoyed that it has come to this. Me standing in front of him completely naked, sexually frustrated, and in total control of the situation. He likes it when I'm mad at him. His face is inches away from my over sized breast. My skin can feel the air shift from his breathing, making my nipples hard. He loves my reaction, wants to be punished, by me and only me. He looks at me and a slight smirk crosses his face. My hand flies across his face. The echo of the smack vibrates through the room, and both of us. I hear a grunt slip his lips, with a moan ending to it. He looked at me, smirk not completely gone. “What are you smiling about?” I ask, knowing he wants this. “Nothing my Mistress,” he says with the hint of deviance in his tone. SMACK across the other cheek; this time it was clearly a moan I heard. He is getting excited, and I am too. His reaction is turning me on. “Stand up and ...