Sexy Shorts

I eagerly wait at the door to greet you when you get home. This isn’t customary so, when you walk in and drink in my curvy body wrapped in a silk bathrobe, you ask, “What’s all this?” With a smile playing at your lips.

Possessively grabbing the front of your belt, I gently pull you closer to me. My lips are just centimeters from yours when I whisper, “Only one way to find out.”

Your arms wrap around my body, pulling me against you by my ass and the nape of my neck, as you close the space between our lips. I can’t help but to smirk as you fall into my devious plan.

“Beautiful, I love the taste of your smile,” you confess breathily in my ear as you drag your fingers up and into my hair. Tingles dance down my spine and I almost relinquish the control I have planned to take from you, as you grab a handful of my hair and meet my mouth once more.

With my hand, I trace your shoulder down to your bicep and forearm. I stop momentarily to quickly dip my hand into my robe pocket. Pulling the surprise out of my pocket, I quickly press the cold metal against your wrist and lock one cuff into place.

Your face goes from shocked to impressed to smug in a matter of milliseconds. You look down at my hand holding the other disengaged cuff.

“Well now you’ve lost the element of surprise, how do you plan on getting that other cuff on me?”

“I was thinking,” I let my robe fall open to reveal a lacey two piece while I use my free hand to stroke the bulge forming in your jeans. “I’d offer you a deal. We do whatever I want first and then you can do whatever you want.”

“Mmm,” you respond to my touch but follow up with a chuckle, “we always do whatever I want and you always love it.”

“You’re right, baby,” I relent but quickly follow up with, “I guess if you don’t think you can handle me…” I begin to turn away as I slowly loosen my hold on the empty cuff.

“Ooh a challenge, little missy?” Your free hand grabs me by my bare waist and turns me back to you. The fact that you haven’t pulled the cuff from my loosening hand tells me that you’re more into this than you’re willing to let on. My eyes fall to the cuff allowing you one last chance to pull away before regaining my grip. “Should I take my shirt off before you fasten the other one?”

“Sure,” I let go of the cuffs entirely to allow you the freedom to do so. For a moment I consider maybe I have fallen into a trap, but you swiftly pull off your shirt and offer the cuffed hand back to me. I take it and push you down onto a chair behind you. I straddle your lap and your free hand quickly finds my ass and you pull me closer to you. “Hey!” I chastise with a smile.

“Gotta be quicker than that!” You tease as I reach behind me to free myself from your grasp, despite the fact that I love your hands on my body.

Finally I have both of your hands cuffed behind the chair. “Remember our safe word?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle with a cocky smile. “Your safe word but I doubt I’ll need it.”

I smile and kiss your cheek. Leaning back enough for you to see me, I allow the robe to drop completely to the floor but I hold onto the tie. Heat floods my body as your hungry eyes roam over it.

I take the robe tie and begin to softly trace from your neck down your chest. I feel a little pulse from your cock as I drag the silky material over your nipple. I follow the tie with my hand adding slightly more pressure caressing your skin with my fingertips and pressing my mouth to yours. Your tongue attempts to dominate mine, even from your compromised position. Breaking away from your kiss, I bring the robe tie up and tie it around your eyes as a blind fold. You smirk your approval once again.

I slowly begin to grind against you as I plant kisses from your jaw down your neck, my hands bracing myself on your solid chest. The bulge in your pants swells against me and I breathily gasp. I’m going to have to keep it together a little better than this, I think to myself.

You are quick to attempt to encourage my undoing by gyrating against me and directing, “Fuck, babe, you’re going to have to do something about these jeans soon.”

“That impatience is unnecessary,” I warn.

I gently push off of your chest to stand up.

“Wh…where are you going?” You almost sound nervous.

“I’m not leaving you,” I promise.

As I make my way to the back of the chair, I keep one hand on your chest then up to your shoulder. Once behind you, I put a hand on either shoulder and run them down your strong arms, then back up and around and down to your chest. I ignore your bound hands trying unsuccessfully to stroke up my thigh and beyond my lacey panties. I continue my fingertips’ journey of exploring your sexy body - down your chest over your stomach to your lower abdomen just above your jeans and a teasing dip just under your waistband. Feeling you begin to buck and writhe under my touch almost has me audibly gasp once more but I’m determined to hold myself together. I slip my hands back out and undo the button on your jeans.

Still keeping one hand on your lower stomach, so you know I’ve not abandoned you, I make my way back around to face you. I place a hand on each of your thighs as I melt to my knees in front of you. Eying your arousal up close makes my body ache for yours even more. I run my hands down your thighs, then up the center, but detour around to your hips just before my hands meet the object of my desire. Gripping your jeans and the waistband of your underwear I give them a little tug. You lift up slightly to allow me to pull them down and off. I whimper with need as your hard cock springs free.

“Like what you see, princess?” You expression just as cocky as ever.

“You know I do,” I kiss the inside of your thigh, right above your knee. “But keep being bratty and I’ll just keep on denying us both.”

You’re huffing about your disdain of being called bratty and the implication of denial. I listen out for the safe word but mostly tune out your rabble as I take in your beautiful body. From your supple sweet lips that easily pull into a dangerous grin. Your broad shoulders and sculpted arms. Your chest and tummy, softly defined pecs and abs that easily flex through solidly when engaged. Your toned thighs boast that you don’t skip leg day. But what has my attention most rapt is your hard, thick, reddened with desire cock desperately bobbing up and down as I tease you by feeling my way from your clenched and cut abdomen down to your thighs and back up again, just barely missing grazing your needy cock.

Soon your complaints fall silent and are replaced by the sounds of your cuffs clinking the chair and you bucking as you try to meet the path of my hands.

“Fuck, baby, touch me please,” you wimper.

It takes everything in me not to simply push these panties to the side and sink onto your cock. Instead I confess, “Mmm I think I like it when you beg me.”

I finally relent and pull your cock towards me and lick the bead of precum that just escaped your tip. I savor the taste of you and the view of your body tightening and revealing your sculpted torso before I remove my hand and take in as much of you as I can with my mouth. I bob up and down as you whimper and moan. Hearing your hands struggle to free themselves, I go lower, knowing that’s what you want. Tears and mascara run down my face as I choke down more and more.

“Mmm, good girl,” you coo. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

I stop immediately and you growl your disdain.

“Beg me!”

“What?!” I see you cock an eyebrow from under your blindfold.

“Next time you’re close, beg me to cum.” I instruct.

“As you wish,” you relent.

I begin slow again, bracing myself on your thighs and teasing your tip before taking more and more of your length as your moans motivate me. The faster I go the wetter you cock gets from my efforts to swallow every inch of you. Your whimpers, the taste of you, the feel of you filling up my mouth and thrashing about trying to fuck my face - I moan as I continue pleasuring you.

“Mmm, baby, can I cum? Fuck please, baby, please.”

Hearing that coupled with the ecstasy I am already feeling about pushes me over the edge without even being touched. “Fuck, daddy, yeah. I want it.” I respond.

In a flash, your hands appear from around your body. Each wrist still has a cuff with a little piece of the cheap chain dangling. I notice this as one hand quickly relieves you of your blindfold and the other reaches out to gently caress my face. Sticking your thumb in my mouth, you look at me hungrily and say, “You sexy little brat. My turn?”

I nod eagerly while my tongue plays with your thumb.

“Couch. Now.” You command, pointing to the chaise end and lifting me to my feet.

I obey. You rip my panties apart as if tearing into a gift and lower yourself in front of me.

“Looks like someone had fun,” you observe just before burying your face in my pussy. I squirm and gyrate as your tongue teases my clit. Your mouth feels so good but I’ve been aching for your cock inside me since I felt it coming to life beneath your jeans.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, please. I need you inside me.” I beg.

You give my pussy one last taste then begin kissing up my body. Your hand reaches up to pinch my already taut nipple. I moan then gasp as your hand is replaced by your mouth. You continue up, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin on my neck. Stopping at my ear, you whisper, “Is this what you want?”

Then you tap your hard cock tip on my tinder clit twice before dragging your head down to my slit, waiting for my answer.

“Mmm, yeah,” I whimper, arching and trying to take you in.

“Hmm?” you run your head up to my clit and tap again. “Then you should probably beg me.”

“Fuck, please, daddy. Please fill me with your cock. Please.”

This time when you run your tip down, you only hesitate for a brief moment before you plunge entirely into me. An electric current runs through my body as you quell my aching need and in only a few thrusts I’m cumming around your hard cock. You growl as you feel me contract around you but keep thrusting at the same cadence.

I attempt to maneuver my hand to play with my clit to help build to another orgasm faster. But you grab that hand and then the other and pin them above my head with a possessive, “Mine!” While holding both of my hands with just one of yours, you use your other to massage my clit. Another orgasm quickly builds and you command me to cum again hard and with you.

As an orgasm quakes through your body, you lace your fingers through one of the hands held above my head. My body responds in turn with sheer bliss as you finally explode inside of me and then collapse, spent and breathing heavily on top of me. Your body holding me down feels safe and warm and like home and I know it’s the only thing keeping me from floating away on the high we’ve just created.

“I love you, beautiful.” You say as you stroke one of my cheeks and then plant soft sweet kisses on the other.

“Love you too, bratty daddy.”