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I shudder. Was that movement?

I strain my ears. It’s her. She’s back.

Her footsteps on the stairs make my cock twitch and my balls pulse.

My mouth is dry.

Every fiber in my body is on edge. The hair on my legs prickles, and my skin feels so sensitive I’m not sure if it’s going to be heaven or hell when she finally touches me.

Her heels click deliciously as she crosses the living room to the bedroom.

She pauses in the doorway.

I can smell her… I can smell how much she wants this too.

There is a smile in her voice as she says, “What a good boy, waiting for me just like I told you to.”

She walks slowly toward the bed and stops beside it. I can feel her close to me. I want to reach her, touch her with my fingers or my tongue or my lips, but I don’t dare.

She’s punished me before, even though I don’t think that’s what today is about.

“And you’re still hard?”

I flinch as a sharp fingernail meets with my inner thigh. She drags it up toward my dick, but stops before she reaches it.

“You really are a good boy.”

I nod. I’m not gagged, but she hasn’t given me permission to speak so I don’t.

Freedom and arousal wash over me, and collide somewhere at the base of my spine before melting into my bones and spreading through my entire body.

I don’t have to think when we’re like this.

All I have to do is feel. And do exactly what she tells me to.

There’s a rustle of movement, and I realize she has positioned herself above me. I want to know what she’s wearing. I want to reach up and feel her underwear. Leather? Lace? Or nothing?

But I can’t, and if I show any signs of straining against the cuffs, she might not let me have my release.

She didn’t last time.

I was bad, and she refused to let me come.

And my cock was swollen for days.

She straddles my face, and lowers herself onto my tongue.

Her thighs are warm and press against my cheeks.

“You know what to do,” she says, and I picture her bracing her hands on the headboard.

Gingerly, I lick her. She likes it when I start slow.

I lick a long slow line from her ass to her clit, then start to suck.

When I find a rhythm she likes, she starts to grind down onto me. I want to grab her hips, I want to pull her closer, I want so many things, but all I can have is this, and suddenly this is all I want because that’s what she’s telling me to want.

I don’t even have control of my own desire anymore, and it feels fucking amazing.