I wake up to his warm hands caressing me under the sheets. First running up my arm, then back down my side, and over my hip. I snuggle back against him, feeling his already hard cock against my ass. As his hands continue their early morning exploration, he bends his head and whispers in my ear. "Good morning, my pet. Did you sleep well?"

"Mmmm," is all I can respond. His hands have changed course, now cupping my breast. He traces my nipple with the tip of his finger.

"I asked you a question, pet." His voice a bit rougher. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes!" I gasp sharply as he pinches my nipple with his thumb and forefinger, making my back arch and my pussy throb. I can feel myself getting wet already, and yet I know this is only the beginning.

"Good," he replies, soothing my pain with his thumb, rolling it lightly over the hard peak. "You're going to need your strength today."

I try to imagine what he has planned, but his hand has drifted lower now, tracing the lacy edge of my panties. All I can think about is his hand as his strong fingers brush back and forth across my hips, each pass bringing them closer to where I want them, need them. I start to squirm, grinding my ass against his cock, trying desperately to encourage him to speed up. He rolls me onto my back, underneath him.

He looks down at me, a smile hinting at his lips, "Not yet, my pet," he says. "Not yet."

I know I've broken the rules. He nips lightly at my ear, "Be patient, or I shall have to tie you up."

Goosebumps flush across my skin, and the wetness between my thighs grows, but I try my best to behave.

"That's better. Now spread your legs, pet, there's a good girl."

I do as I'm told and open my legs for him. His hand travels down my face, across first one breast, then the other, gently toying with each nipple. By the time it reaches my lacy black panties, I am on the edge. Just one caress of my clit and I will come. One stroke and I will break apart.

He can always tell when I'm at the brink. "No, pet, not yet," he says, pulling back his hand, and sitting up. "Let's get rid of these, shall we? You've soaked right through them." He hooks his fingers under the waistband of my panties and slowly pulls them down and off. For a few seconds, he says nothing, just stares at my pussy, smooth and glistening. I want to squirm under his scrutiny, but I don't. I want to beg him to touch me, but I follow the rules.

"Mmmm. Such a pretty pussy. Would you like me to pet you?" His hands inch up the inside of my thighs.

"Yes, please," I say, my throat so dry it comes out as a whisper. His hands stop, too far from where I need them. "I can't hear you, my pet. Perhaps you would like me to stop." I clear my throat. "No," I say, louder this time. "Please, don't stop. Please pet me. I want you to pet me."

"Very well, my pet, since you asked so nicely," he smiles and his big hand moves slowly along my thigh. The anticipation is excruciating, but I don't squirm. I wait patiently for the pleasure I know he will bring me. Finally, finally, he strokes his strong fingers through my wet folds. I gasp at the sensation as his fingers glide up and down and up and down, each time grazing my clit and building me back up again.

"Do you want more, pet?" he asks, toying at my entrance with his finger.

"Yes. Please. More. Please," I beg. He slips his middle finger deep inside my pussy, and withdraws it, only to plunge it back in again, along with another. He steadily strokes my G-spot with two fingers. I can feel myself getting closer now, my body going rigid, my pussy tightening around his fingers.

"Not yet," he says, removing his fingers. He slowly sucks my juices off of one, and holds the other out to me. I open my mouth and taste myself on his skin. I suck harder, swirling my tongue around, pulling his finger in deeper. Soon, I have his whole finger in my mouth, and I'm sucking his finger the way I want to suck his cock. But I know it's not my turn to play. Still, I can't stop the slight whimper that escapes my lips when he takes his hand back.

"Oh, poor pet." He's looking down at me now, all flushed and disheveled. Just the way he likes me. "You've been such a good girl, I think you deserve a treat." I can feel my pussy twitch at his words, and my eyes drift shut. Finally. "Would you like that, pet? Would you like a treat? Would you like to come now?"

"Yes, please," I say, desperate for release. "Please let me come now. Please let me come. I've been so good."

"I know you have, pet," he says, lowering himself between my legs. "You've been so good," he kisses the inside of one thigh "and so patient," he kisses the inside of the other thigh, "and you deserve a treat." He gently lays a kiss on my swollen pussy before spreading my lips. He laps at my juices and the rough warmth of his tongue forces a long moan from my lips. As he drags the flat of his tongue across my clit, my hips arch up off the bed. He holds me down with one hand as the other slips two fingers deep inside me. He pumps his fingers in and out, while he licks and teases and sucks my clit. It's too much. Seeing him there, between my legs, feasting at my pussy. I grab the bedsheet, twisting it in my fists with the effort to hold off my orgasm. My cries echo throughout the room, but I'm too far gone to care. "Please," I beg. "I need...I need to come, now. Please, may I come? Please?"

"Yes," he says. "Come for me, my pet." At his words, I let go. My orgasm courses through me like lightning, racking my body with pleasure. He continues stroking, and licking, and sucking all the way through, until I have come back down again. He gently removes his fingers and trails kisses up my body. I watch as he sucks my juices from his fingers again, and another shiver runs through me.

He gathers me in tight and holds me close, safe and warm in his arms. "You were so good, my pet. You're going to love what I have planned next."