Lest you begin to think..

..that I'm a one-trick pony in my sexual preferences.. ;)

I woke to the barest hint of your lips brushing across my shoulder, working their way toward the hollow near my collarbone. Your hand slipped under the covers, the pads of your fingers tracing gentle patterns across my bare skin, pulling a low moan from my throat as my body instinctively arched toward you. I shivered a bit as you pushed the blankets away, but they were quickly replaced by the solid, warm weight of your body, and I sighed in contentment. Entwining your fingers in mine, you stretched my arms above my head, pressing yourself against me, mouth seeking mine in a languid, exploratory kiss.

I could feel your hardened cock nudging at the entrance to my pussy, but when I wrapped my legs around yours in an attempt to take you inside, you shifted away, moving your mouth long enough to murmur ah-ah.

The denial only made me want you more, but I wouldn't dream of questioning your motives. You resumed your kiss, tongue chasing mine in an almost cruel mockery of what I wanted other parts of you to be doing, but you seemed intent on keeping things PG-13.



When I thought I might explode from the anticipation, you wordlessly slid from the bed, reaching for my hand and leading me into the bathroom, where the tub had been filled with steaming water and bubbles. I groaned in desire- it looked heavenly- and you smiled in response. Easing me into the chest-deep, lavender-scented pool, you sat on the edge and waited for me to get comfortable; once I'd leaned back and closed my eyes you picked up an incredibly soft cloth and began washing me in gentle strokes. The few times I attempted to repay the favor- or touch you in any way- I was quietly rebuffed, and eventually I gave up and submitted to your attentions.

If you haven't been bathed by someone else since childhood- not 'share a quick shower' or 'broken both arms and needed the help' or 'dip in the jacuzzi' but actual 'in a tub with someone else washing you' bathing- try it. Really. It's utter bliss. You know that little happy feeling you get when you go to the salon and get your hair washed? Multiply that by a billion. It's intimate in a way that we don't normally experience, and there aren't words to describe the subconscious receptors it hits.

We talked and laughed over unimportant things, the world outside the bathroom door ceasing to exist, nowhere to be- and nowhere we'd rather be- other than in this moment. You wet my hair using a small cup and rubbed in an oil treatment, careful not to let any drip into my eyes. Piling my hair on top of my head and using a clip to hold it in place, you finally joined me in the tub, hissing a little at the heat of it. I settled back against you, tucking my head into your shoulder, draping my legs over yours and pulling your arms around me.

You'd avoided my attempts to touch you, but that didn't mean you were unaffected. Your cock remained hard, pressed against the small of my back. I turned my head and placed a soft kiss on the underside of your jaw, then let just the tip of my tongue trail across the patch of skin, savoring the shudder that ran through you. Your mouth dropped to my ear as your arms tightened around me.

You're being naughty.

Mhm.

You know what happens to naughty girls.

Mmhmmm.

Your teeth grazed my earlobe, and it was my turn to shudder.

Wouldn't you rather see what happens to good girls?

I pondered my response for a moment, honestly torn as to how I wanted to answer. In my defense, subs aren't always known for their decision-making prowess.

Perhaps.

You laughed, a low rumble in your chest that resonated through me, and briefly held me even tighter before releasing my arms.

Touch yourself.

Your voice was a whisper, and you rested your cheek against my temple as I began to pleasure myself, first reaching to cup the heavy flesh of my breasts, flicking the nipples with my fingernails until they were reddened peaks. My hands moved slowly down the length of my body, firm pressure over ribs, abdomen, hips, thighs.. before slipping between my legs. My breath hitched as you covered my hands with your own, mimicking every movement as I ran the fingers of one hand through the folds of my pussy, bringing the other back up to cup my breasts in turn, tugging on each nipple. When I attempted to pinch harder, or rub my clit faster, or be a little rougher with the thrusts of my fingers into my pussy, you would put the slightest pressure on my hands, slowing me down, gentling my touch, bringing me back from the edge, my arousal ebbing and flowing like the water lapping at my body. It was strange, being caught in a place that wasn't quite masturbating and wasn't quite being played with by you; it seemed it would be easier if it were one or the other, and I felt almost like a puppet on a string.

It was a steady, inexorable, expert building of pleasure, and it was driving me mad; the next time you interfered with a tempo change, I struggled a bit in your embrace, whimpering.

Please, sir..

Shhh. That's a good girl. Just relax.

But sir.. I need..

What is it, pet? Tell me what you need.


I need your cock inside me.. please..

You moved your hands long enough to lift me into your lap and guide yourself into me, the water and my rather copious juices easing your way; once your length was buried in my hot depths you brought your hands back to mine.

Better?


Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

My fingers continued to play over my clit and I shifted a bit in your lap, seating your cock firmly inside me, but our positioning and the water didn't give me leverage to do much else; I'd either have to tuck my legs underneath me or get your assistance if I wanted anything beyond a shallow rocking motion. As I was working out whether or not to ask if you would be inclined to help me, your teeth nipped at my ear.

Stop wiggling. You didn't ask to be fucked; you asked to have my cock inside you.


Yes, sir.


You're worse than a puppy. Focus on what you're doing.. I want you to come for me.


Now, sir?

You sighed, your cock twitching inside me, your fingers shadowing mine as they danced over my most sensitive areas, and your answer took an eternity.

No. Soon.

'Soon' was going to be sooner rather than later, and my rhythm became a little clumsy as my control slipped, my breathing becoming more shallow.  You ran your tongue over the shell of my ear, smiling at the high-pitched yipping sound the move elicited.

A puppy indeed.  Such a good little puppy.  Come for me, pup.  Let me feel you come on my cock.

My orgasm took me almost by surprise, washing over me in a tidal wave that left no time to even cry out; my entire body went rigid and I gasped, clamping down on you, your voice following me the whole way through. Toward the end I felt you shudder, then hot spurts of cum filling me, as you came from nothing more than the spasms of my pussy on your cock.

You lifted me from the tub, drying me carefully and thoroughly, and tucked me back into bed; to my surprise you smiled and acquiesced when I asked you to stay with me until I fell back to sleep, curling your body around mine and placing a tender kiss on my shoulder just as I drifted off.