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After a stressful few weeks of work, Ryan has several ways of recovering and unwinding. Be that by rotting away in bed for a while, watching a trashy show with me, or by spending way too long at the gym.

But there’s nothing that gets his head back to normal quite like our D/s dynamic. I feel the same, of course, but it’s useful to know when I want to make him feel good after a few stressful weeks.

However, as a caveat, and because I might just be a little sadistic, I’ve told him to let me take the lead tonight. Of course he’s in charge, and of course he’ll enjoy what I have planned, but importantly, I want him to relax. Whether he wants to or not.

Not that I have any qualms about him taking charge when he wants to, but at least to start, I want the freedom to do what I want, and to force him to take it easy for once. He does so much for me—for us—all the time, so giving him a little treat tonight is the least I can do.

Pulling my stockings up my legs, I glance up at the full-length mirror in our bedroom. Ryan is waiting in our lounge while I get ready, and he doesn’t know what I want to do yet. We’ve done this before, but never as a surprise, so I’m buzzing with excitement as I stand and examine my reflection.

I’m dressed in my favourite lingerie set, consisting of a pale lavender lacy bra and matching lace panties. I’ve pulled stockings up my legs, which I’ve fastened using a garter belt sitting snugly around my waist. To top off the look, I’ve curled my hair and done my makeup, all to look my best for him. For Ryan, for my Master and the love of my life.

Before leaving, I throw on some accessories. Earrings, a necklace that disappears into my cleavage, and some rings. But most importantly, a leather collar the same colour as my lingerie, with a gold d-ring and matching leather cuffs around my wrists. There’s no leash or chain—not yet—but Ryan has some in our longue for when he loses his patience and wants to punish me for teasing him.

I can’t wait.

Grinning, I fasten some high heels on my feet before finally heading out the door. The shoes click loudly on the hardwood floor, practically announcing my presence before I get to the lounge. The door is closed, so out of respect, I knock twice.

“Come in,” says a deep, seductive voice on the other side.

I open the door, stepping onto the carpeted floor of our lounge and finding Ryan with his back turned to me. He’s over by one of our cabinets, pouring himself a glass of whiskey while I take my fill of him because good god.

He came home from work just over an hour ago, and he’s still not bothered to change. He’s gotten rid of his tie and blazer, but he’s still dressed in black slacks and a white shirt, the material clinging tightly to his broad shoulders and thick arms. When he turns, I see he’s unbuttoned the top few buttons and rolled up his sleeves, showing off his tattooed forearms and the hair peeking out of his shirt.

My mouth waters at the sight of him, at the way his eyes heat when he takes in my appearance. He looks me up and down, his eyes pausing at every curve and piece of lace like he’s physically drinking me up, just like he takes a swig of his whiskey. I feel powerful and strong under his blatantly sexual gaze, and I can’t get enough of that feeling.

“Stunning,” he finally says, looking up into my eyes again.

I grin at him. “Thank you.” When he raises an eyebrow, I amend, “Thank you, Master.”

He smiles back at me. “Where do you want me?”

It takes me a moment to realise what he means, and I finally point to the dining chair I put in here earlier. It’s a simple chair, lacking armrests, which is on purpose.

He obediently sits, placing his drink on the small table to his right. He leans back, placing an ankle on his knee and resting his hands on the back of his head, a small smile on his face.

Taking a deep breath, I walk over to the controls of our sound system, quickly turning on some appropriately seductive music. Walking back to in front of Ryan, I make sure to sway my hips just a little more, crossing my legs as I walk and eyeing him like I want to eat him—which I do.

I stop in front of Ryan, both of us looking into the other’s eyes. And then I begin.

Thanks to both experience and having done this for him before, I know exactly what Ryan likes when I dance for him. Slow, seductive moves, like when I begin by turning around and bending over, baring my ass for him while I reach for my toes.

The rest comes naturally. There’s not a single awkward moment or anxious prickling of nerves. Merely us, my dance, and the sexual tension hanging like a thread between us. I move every which way, beginning slow but eventually going faster—more intense, getting low to the ground in front of him with doe-like eyes looking up at him.

I bounce back up, arching my back as I shove my body closer to him, though still out of reach. His restraint is immaculate, though, as he doesn’t even flinch to reach for me. Instead, he takes a swig of his drink and continues to watch as I use the table behind me for leverage, planting my ass on it before spreading my legs as far as they can do. I kick my head back, leaning backwards and giving him a perfect view of my pussy, barely covered by my flimsy panties and containing a significant wet spot.

I feel his heated gaze on me, even with my eyes locked to the ceiling. When I look back down at him, his eyes move up and down my body like he doesn’t quite know where to look. The tent in his slacks twitches, finally showing that he’s barely containing himself right now.

It makes me feel powerful, knowing he’s getting turned on simply by watching me. I decide to bring it up a notch.

I walk up to him again, stopping barely a foot from him before dropping to the floor. Turning, I plant my face down to the ground and stick my ass up high for him, barely brushing his knee as I sway it back and forth like I’m a siren in the ocean. When I look over my shoulder, I see him leaning forward, unable to help himself as he looks down at my submissive, pliant body.

I can tell, just by the tick in his jaw, that he wants to take me right here and now, but he somehow keeps himself together. It’s addicting, the way his normally composed exterior is fraying at the edges, the way he’s slowly but surely losing control while I tease him.

I decide to have a little mercy on him and move things along, flipping myself over before standing. Looking right into my Master’s eyes, I sit on his lap, my thighs either side of his hips as I straddle him.

He groans low as I grind against his hard length, barely contained by his slacks. I’m probably leaving a wet spot behind, but I don’t think either of us really care at this point.

I place both my arms around his neck, moaning softly as I grind on him, knowing how crazy he gets whenever I make noise. I watch as his hands flex, twitching like he’s barely keeping himself from touching me. And just as it looks like he’s about to give up on holding himself back, I raise myself up slightly to flip myself around, placing my ass right on his cock.

He can’t help but give a soft moan as I place the back of my head on his shoulder, his face in my hair and my ass grinding in his lap. My legs are spread, my knees either side of his and giving him the best view of my body possible.

Unable to keep back any longer, he finally wraps an arm around my waist while his other hand begins groping my breasts over my bra. I moan softly, looking down as his forearms flex as he grabs at me, mouth watering and pussy clenching on nothing.

I don’t think I can take much more of this teasing either, so I decide to hurry things along. I lean forward, prying myself from Ryan’s tight grip to allow me to unclasp my bra behind my back. I quickly pull my arms through the holes before throwing it to the side, not really caring where it ends up.

Now with no barrier, he uses both hands to knead and grope my breasts while his lips find my neck, kissing and licking right above my collar while I grind and moan in his lap. He mutters a curse when I grab his hair, pulling him closer like I’m starved for him.

Eventually, I get up again, and he instinctively reaches for me, but I’m too quick. I grin at him over my shoulder, bending over again while standing. But this time when I stand, I hook both thumbs into the waistband of my panties before I begin slowly rolling them down my legs.

I make sure to take my time, swaying my ass and slowly bending over while I pull my panties down like I have all the time in the world. Finally, I step out of them, leaving me naked save my stockings and heels before I turn around to face Ryan.

He visibly swallows when he looks between my legs, clearly a little overwhelmed by all this. Deciding to tease him just a little more, I look right into his eyes as I swipe two fingers through my soaked pussy, lathering them in my arousal before slowly, so fucking slowly bringing them up to my mouth.

I moan as my full, painted lips wrap around them, sucking my juices right off. I can’t lie—I love the taste of myself, and seeing his reaction to me tasting myself makes it just that much better.

I trail my fingers down again, spreading my legs just a little to give me better access. I moan as I circle my clit, kicking my head back as I listen to the restrained grunts escaping Ryan’s mouth.

I stop myself before I get in too deep, making sure to lick my fingers clean again. Then, with while looking into Ryan’s eyes, I walk up to him and kneel between his spread legs. I open my mouth, closing my lips around his hard length through his slacks and groaning deep. He places a hand at the back of my head, keeping me close but keeping his grip loose enough to allow me to escape.

Placing my hands on his thighs, I move my ass backwards, arching my back and humming lightly while my lips squeeze around his cock.

He gasps, and I smile. I get up again, straddling him again but this time with one less layer between us. I’m definitely creating a wet spot on his slacks now as I grind my bare pussy against him, the friction making me turn wild with pure, unfiltered need.

We kiss while we both work to create as much friction as possible, our tongues lashing together and my arms around his neck. He pulls me closer with his hands wrapped around my waist, but before I even realise what he’s doing, he grabs my hands and pulls them behind my back. He fastens them with a chain I swear he produces from thin air, restraining me while I sit helplessly in his lap. The chain is short, so short that it barely allows me an inch or two of movement before it grows taut.

I look at Ryan, a little nervous about why he felt the need to restrain me. He leans in close, whispering in my ear, “I’ve grown tired of your teasing, girl.”

He pushes me off his lap, gripping my arm so I don’t fall to the ground. Instead, he pushes me down onto my stomach, raising my ass high in the air while shoving my face down into the carpeted floor.

I hear him moving the chair and unzipping his slacks, moments before I feel the hot press of his hard cock against my soaked entrance. We both moan as he pushes inside, and I spread my legs further to give him better access. His hands find my hip and the back of my neck as he pushes deep, deep, deep. All the way until I can feel nothing but the way he twitches inside me.

“Fuck, there’s a good girl,” Ryan praises behind me, somehow stuffing himself just a little deeper. “God, you’re such a little tease, you know that?” he continues. “Using your beautiful little body to get me hard and aching for you.”

I can’t help but grin at his confession. Knowing I affect him as much as he affects me makes pride surge through my body, and I smile wider.

“I see that little smile of yours, baby,” Ryan says, pulling lightly at my collar and making me gasp as I choke, just a little bit. “Makes you wet, doesn’t it? Turns you on, knowing the power you have?” I can’t help but nod. “Such a little sadist sometimes, aren’t you?”

Maybe I am, but I also know this helped Ryan unwind, which was the biggest reason I did this. He knows it too, and is just teasing me right now, taking a little bit of revenge after the treatment I gave him.

He begins slowly thrusting in and out of me, still with a firm grip to my neck and to my hip, keeping me in place. I groan at the friction; at the way he stretches my walls and pushes my knees into the ground like the submissive girl I am for him. He groans my name as he pushes deeper, harder, not letting up.

“More,” I demand. “Please.”

He chuckles. “Such an eager girl, aren’t you?” he mocks, but his pace increases nonetheless.

I shudder with pleasure, clenching around him and feeling my orgasm building low in my abdomen. Its hints have been there since I put on my lingerie, but now, it’s like a rapidly growing forest fire. I barely have control over it, and I know damn well Ryan won’t give me permission to come just yet.

That doesn’t stop me from asking, though. “Please let me come, Master, please.”

“Not yet,” he says gruffly, sounding a little winded. “Not until I get my fill of you first.”

Whatever that means, I have no idea, but I shut my mouth and let him have his way with me, fucking me into the floor like animals. My wrists, still chained behind my back, flex and stretch on instinct, but there’s no escape. He uses one hand to grip my cuffs, keeping them in place at my lower back, and I realise I just won’t be able to hold out much longer.

I ask again, and I again get a negative response. By the third time I ask, he snaps, reaching over to grab my discarded panties before shoving them into my mouth.

I groan, tasting myself on the makeshift gag like a reminder of everything we did just before this. It just makes me more turned on, even more desperate to reach the high that’s just out of reach.

“Oh, god,” I moan into my gag, making the sound muffled and impossible to understand, but Ryan seems to understand the meaning of it regardless.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he groans. “All needy and desperate to come, tied up and gagged on the floor. Letting me fuck you as hard as I want.” As though to drive the point home, his thrusts turn faster and deeper. “You like that? Being used by me after being such a fucking tease?”

I hum and nod, loving every damn minute of this.

“Please,” I beg again, the word barely intelligible through my gag.

“Please what?” Ryan asks, pulling out the gag.

I gasp before I continue. “Please let me come, Master. I can’t hold back.” I whimper a little at the last word, and it must be enough to make Ryan have some mercy on me.

“Okay, girl, but only after I finish first. Got it?”

I nod, relief flooding my system. “Yes, Master. Thank you.”

His thrusts quicken until my cheek rubs against the carpet, scratching me a little. Without my hands to brace myself with, it becomes impossible to stabilize myself or do anything but lie there and take it.

But I fucking love it. The way he’s so rough with me after I teased him with the lap dance, like he wants to hurt me like I hurt him. It’s amazing, and when he slaps my ass several times, I just about see stars.

Ryan comes with a heavy groan a minute later, doubling over me like he’s just been drained of all his energy. I almost begin begging again, but he thankfully quickly finds my clit with two of his fingers, rubbing it in soft, smooth circles until I’m writhing and chasing my release beneath him.

“Come for me,” he demands, and I eagerly obey.

I cry out as my release pours into me. My limbs shake and lock up, and my wrists desperately tug on my restraints as I come and come and come. It’s intense, with Ryan’s still hard cock still inside me and his possessive hands grabbing and groping me all over.

When I relax, Ryan gently pulls out, giving me a kiss to my back before unfastening my cuffs. I gingerly grab my wrists, rubbing them while Ryan looks down at me with a proud, satisfied smile.

“Thank you for tonight,” he says, kissing my forehead. “I really needed this.”

I grin back at him, feeling proud and loved. “It was a lot of fun for me too. I can’t wait to do this again. Maybe I’ll have to tie you up next time so you can’t go grabbing for me until I say so.”

It’s a joke, but with the way his eyes briefly turn heated, I think he might just like that.

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