The anticipation is killing you.

I’ve texted you early in the day, and you know I have created another one of my devious plans. My plans usually scare you a little bit, but it’s always worth it in the end. 

“I’ll have you know, I have a very specific idea in mind,” the text began. “I’m looking forward to making you drip.”

You feel your pussy throb, just a little, at these little words on your cell phone screen. 

“I’m looking forward to making you drip.”

You make sure your phone screen is safely locked and stored into your pocket before you walk into your meeting. For some reason, you find it hard to concentrate throughout the rest of the morning.

–

Usually, I tease you more and more throughout the day, but I’ve been noticeably quiet, and that makes you nervous. We go out for dinner, just the two of us. Prime opportunity for me to drop a hint, but I’m showing a brave poker face.

“So… are you going to tell me what’s going to happen tonight?” you ask. 

“Enjoy your wine. You’ll find out soon enough,” I respond with a smile and a wink.

–

We return home with a belly full of good food and good booze. You adjourn to the couch and I walk back into the bedroom. You watch your shows. I watch mine. But you’re still distracted. First by the thoughts that have been bouncing through your head all day; and also by the very impractical pair of lacy thong underwear you decided to wear for date nite. They look great on your beautiful full bottom, but damn if they don’t crawl up your ass the whole fucking time. 

Your phone dings. 

It startles you how quickly you grab it to check.

“Come back here,” the text reads. “Now.” 

You stand up quickly and head back to the bedroom. You open the door to find our room lit by a few dozen candles. Some of them are those tiny tea lights, some of them are your favorite candles that stay stored in the closet, but the effect is sexy.

“Lock the door behind you.” 

You do. 

“Take off your clothes, but leave your bra and panties on.” 

You do, congratulating yourself for actually wearing something that almost matches as a sexy ensemble, although it’s merely luck because you haven’t purchased matching bra and panties for ages. Lucky you. 

Your tits look amazing in this demi-cup bra. Lucky me.

“On your knees.”

You do. As you arrive on the pillow placed on the floor, you notice that beside the bed I’m sitting on, your favorite wand vibrator is also next to you. It looks enticing in the flickering candlelight.  

“I’m sure you’re very curious about what I have in store for you.” 

You nod. 

“I am well aware of how much my little plaything loves my cock in her mouth. And since you’ve been so good lately, that’s exactly what I’m going to give you.”

You smile.

“Since I’m such a kind and giving lover, I’m also going to request that you use that powerful wand to stimulate that clit of yours.”

Your pussy throbs.

“However, there is one catch.” 

You pout.

“I know how effective that toy is on your clit. It’s why I made sure you kept your panties on, so it’s not TOO stimulating… not that the minimal amount of fabric there is to them will do much good.”

Fucking sexy panties… always getting you into sticky situations.

“You will be granted full access to having my cock and balls in your mouth and in your hands. The wand will be pressed against your pussy, so I guess you’ll only have half access with your hands.”

You pout again.

“You can suck my cock and lick my balls all you like, but the wand will be pressed against you and you will not cum until after I have.”

Fuck. There it is.

“So how quickly you come, depends on how quickly I cum, understood?” My tone is commanding and you already feel yourself becoming submissive to me. Sucking cock makes you feel many emotions. Sometimes you feel powerful and in charge. Other times you feel playful. Right now, on your knees in front of me, you just want to please me. You just want my cock in your mouth. 

You nod, unable to make words.

–

My clothes come off quickly and I’m seated at the edge of the bed. My legs spread before you and my cock is already hard. 

The room is dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of the candles. You kneel there, on the plush pillow, your knees sinking into its softness. Your head tilted slightly upward, eyes locked with mine. The air between us is filled with tension, electric and undeniable.

"Take it," I say, commanding, but not unkind. "You know what to do."

Your breath hitches, your lips part. 

You feel the weight of my gaze on you, heavy and expectant. Your heart pounds in your chest. Slowly, almost tentatively, you reach up and wrap your fingers around the base of my cock. 

You hesitate for just a moment, your mind racing. What if it isn’t good enough? What if you couldn’t give me what I want? But then my fingers tangled in your hair, gentle yet insistent, guiding you forward. Your worries dissolved, replaced by the thrill of anticipation. 

“This is about him,” you think. “About giving him pleasure. About making him lose control.”

Leaning in, you press your lips to the tip, your tongue darting out to taste me. Salty. Warm. Intoxicating. A low groan escapes my lips, encouraging you. Emboldened, you take me deeper into your mouth, your lips sealing around me as you begin to move.

Your movements were slow at first, tentative. You experiment with pressure, with rhythm, listening carefully to the sounds I make. Each moan, each sharp intake of breath, told you what I like. My grip on your hair tightens ever so slightly, pulling you closer, urging you on. You obey without hesitation, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked, your tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of my shaft.

"Good girl,” I say, my voice rough with desire. "But don’t forget the wand on your pussy.”

The praise sent a thrill through you, igniting something deep inside. You want to please me, need to see me unravel. You reach for the wand, your eyes never breaking from mine. With a flick of the switch, it buzzes loudly in your hand, and you guide it without looking to your hungry pussy. 

It’s heaven. 

You manage to keep your head about you, amidst all the sensations. The cock on your tongue, the scent of my skin, the buzzing on your hungry clit.

Your pace quickens, your mouth working me with renewed determination. Your free hand finds its way to my balls, gripping tightly as you take me deeper still. Your throat relaxes, allowing me to slide further in, until you feel me nudging the back of your throat.

I groan again, louder this  time, my hips twitching forward involuntarily. "Fuck," I mutter under my  breath, my hand tightening in your hair. "Don’t stop."

You don’t. The taste of me, the sound of my pleasure, the way my body responds to you… it is overwhelming. Addictive. You lose yourself in the rhythm, in the sensation, in the power you hold over me. Your tongue flicks against the sensitive ridge beneath the head, drawing another moan from me.

You suddenly become aware of the fire rising in your pussy. Your pace around my cock becomes frantic. You won’t last much longer. You need my cock to explode so that your pussy can do the same.

“STOP.”

You were worried this would happen. The wand drops from your clit. 

“Fuck…” you mutter, the word rough and ragged, like it had been dragged over gravel.

“Shh,” I whisper. “Soon, baby. But you seem to have forgotten how much I love when you suck my balls.”

You take my balls, one at a time, into your mouth as if they were something sacred, something to be cherished. Your tongue swirls around the sensitive skin, exploring every ridge, every curve, savoring the weight against your tongue. The taste is intoxicating, masculine and raw, 

“Why is that wand not on your pussy?”

My balls still in your mouth you reply, “mmmphbe-cuzz I wzzzz fo clth to cmmming.” 

“Poor baby,” I tease. “Get back to work.”

–

We continue this way for what seems like an eternity. You approach a final release, only to be stopped and started again because I have not had my orgasm yet.

Finally, blissfully, you hear me say the words you’ve been waiting to hear.

“Oh fuck… I’m going to cum so hard.”

The statement is like a lightning strike to your clit and it goes from throbbing and achy from all the teasing and stimulation, to on the verge of explosion in seconds.

My breathing grows erratic, my chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. You feel the tension building in me, coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of your mouth. 

And then, without warning, I pulled you off, my grip firm but not painful.

"Look at me," I command. Reluctantly, you lift your gaze to meet mine. My eyes are dark, my  expression intense, almost predatory. Without breaking eye contact, I run my thumb along your bottom lip, smearing the moisture gathered there.

"Do you want it here?" I ask, my tone teasing but edged with something darker, more primal. "Do you want to taste me?"

Your answer comes in the form of a desperate nod, your lips already parting in anticipation. I smirk, satisfaction gleaming in my eyes, and guide myself back to your waiting mouth.

"Show me how much you want it," I growl, my voice sending a shiver down your spine. "Take it all."

You do. 

Without hesitation.

You swallow me down, your throat opening to accommodate my throbbing cock. Your nails dig into my thighs as you fight the urge to gag, focusing instead on the warmth of me, the way I filled you completely. My moans grow louder, more unrestrained, my fingers tightening in your hair as I thrust into your mouth.

"God, yes," I groan, my hips moving faster now, chasing my release. "Just like that. Fuck, you’re perfect."

You close your eyes, savoring the taste of me, the weight of me on your tongue. Your own need surges, hot and urgent, but you put it aside. Not right now. Right now, you belong to me, completely and utterly.

I moan again, my entire body tensing as he approached the edge. "I’m so close," I warn, my  voice strained. "Open your mouth."

You nod slightly, barely able to move with me buried so deep. And then, with a final thrust, I desperately pull out as I stroke to my climax, my release flooding your mouth. You drink me in eagerly, tasting every drop, your tongue working to coax out every last bit of pleasure. It is so not like you to do this, but you’re unable to stop yourself from taking every drop.

“Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and show me,” I command.

You do. 

You stick out your tongue, covered in my load. It drips onto your tits and the mess makes you feel sexy as fuck.

“Swallow me.”

“I’m such a good girl,” you think, as you swallow me down, and that single, innocuous thought finally pushes you over the edge. The wand grants you release and your pussy explodes in an orgasm so hard it’s painful and sweet at the same time. You feel your panties become soaked with your juices as you squirt through each mind-shattering clench of your pussy. Your mind erases itself as you cum so hard you think you see stars.

–

For a moment, we stayed like that, connected, my hand still tangled in your hair. Then, slowly, I pull away, leaving you breathless and aching. You sit back on your heels, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

I look down at you, my expression softening. "You did so well," I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "So fucking perfect."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, warm and genuine. 

You have pleased him. 

Completely. Utterly. 

And that knowledge, that power, gave you a rush unlike anything else.

But before you could respond, my expression shifts, my eyes narrowing with a new intensity. "Now," he said, my voice low and dangerous, "it’s your turn."

Your heart skips a beat. "My turn?" you echo, your voice barely above a whimper.

"Of course not silly," I say, stepping closer, and kissing you deeply. I can taste my cum on your lips and tongue. 

“I know my perfect little cock sucker can only come so hard before she taps out,” I say with a smile. The sense of relief is evident in your face. 

“But sleep well,” I add. “I won’t be taking no for an answer tomorrow, either.”