He stood before her sitting frame with his hands behind his back and waited. The temperature controlled room suddenly felt a little warm, and he wished he could shed his t-shirt and jeans. His toes wiggled against the cool hardwood floor and took in the Alpha Female before him.
The contrast between the white chair and her hourglass curves covered in black both excited him and made him uncomfortable. Nerves and excitement jumbled together in an indistinguishable sensation through his body as her eyes traveled down his tall frame.
She raised her crop slowly to drag along his zipper. "Leave your pants buttoned, but take your dick out. I want to watch your reactions." She punctuated her demand with a firm slap to his thigh.
He reached for his zipper only for the crop to slap at his hand. He stilled unsure of himself.
"What do you say first, boy?"
Some unfamiliar feeling joined the tangle of nerves and excitement. He cleared his throat as he felt his face flush. "Yes, Domina."
Her hum of approval accompanied the crop's release of his hands. "Good, boy. Continue."
He unzipped his zipper and shoved his hand into the opening to find his cock. As she'd requested the day before, he'd gone commando. He adjusted his nuts and pulled out his semi-erect meat to lay uncomfortably between the prickly teeth of the zipper before returning his hands behind him.
The slight wicked smile on her face did little to reassure him. "You like a woman's body, don't you, boy?" she asked her hands shifting from the arms of the chair to dance lightly along her covered thighs before rising to mold her heavy breasts over her low cut black shirt.
He swallowed. "Yes, Domina, very much." His eyes roved over her, while he clenched his hands at his back. He was jealous of her palms.
As he stared at her hands framing the juncture to her thighs, she laughed and raised one boot to drag along his hardening dick. "Yes, I see that you do. That meat between your legs doesn't lie." She cocked her head to one side, examining his dick. "Take off your shirt and kneel."
"Yes, Domina." With as much grace as he couple muster, he folded his more than six feet of body between her thick thighs. The zipper's teeth were precarious, yet somehow the threat fell away a bit as he took in his new position. Though smooth black leather hid every inch of her skin, the heat of her surrounded him.
The crop's sharp slap to a nipple sent a zing of fire through his nerves before it's tongue met the underside of his chin to lift his face and eyes to hers. "Quit starting at my pussy for now. Be a good boy, and I may reward you. Do you want to touch me, boy?" she asked flicking the crop teasingly against the same nipple.
The hardening nub sent pulses of sexual desire straight to his cock and muddied his ability to think clearly. "Yes, please, Domina. I want to touch you." His eyes drifted shut at the heady sensations.
Another slap to his nipple and another to its mate brought him back from the haze of pleasure. "If you're a good boy and pay attention, maybe...." Her crop lowered to drag against the hardening length of him.
He swallowed but held still.
"Maybe...just maybe...."
Still the crop teased.
"I'll let you worship me for a few minutes." The hypnotic lick of the crop's tongue continued to torture him.
A sudden sharp tap to his tender head made him gasp, but he didn't move from his position.
"Do you think you can be a good boy?"
"Yes...yes, Domina. I can be a good boy."
Her hum of approval sent shivers down his spine and made his dick twitch. She reached out to brush a finger along his cheek before she whispered to him. "Say that again, pet. I like how that sounds."
A dark warm rush of heady emotions flushed his system, making him dizzy, but he obeyed. "Yes, Domina. I can be a good boy."
To be continued...
~DominaKat
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