Need, part 1

The man’s mind was racing a thousand miles a minute. He’d been waiting so long and the night was finally here, yet he found himself a bundle of nerves with a dry mouth and shaky hands. Good thing he just needed to obey tonight- no way could he do anything more than follow right now. Not with what they were about to do. Not with her. Not with how she looked at him, full of fire and passion, but also love and tenderness.

She stood there, eyes locked on his, unblinking, as she slowly stroked the monster cock she’d strapped between her legs. His breaths came shorter, faster, more unevenly as he tried to tear his gaze away from her silent challenge… and failed. He was frozen in place, save for his tongue darting to surreptitiously lick his lips. She watched him impassively, her face a blank mask devoid of all emotion, the intensity and weight of her gaze causing him to fidget and shift on the spot.

Finally, she decides to stop toying with him.

A slow smirk spreads across her face as she cocks her head and studies him, his face a hazy mask of lust and need, his body quivering in anticipation and his muscles vibrating from the effort he must be expending to keep himself in place. She slowly walks towards him, observing every twitch, every pulse, every slight change in body language as she approaches.

Prolonging his torture, she steps behind him and leans over his shoulder, her long curls falling across his skin leaving sparks of electricity and the heady, intoxicating scent of blackberry and spice in its wake. Her left hand comes up to caress his neck, teasing him with razor sharp claws before slowly wrapping her fingers around his throat, applying only the slightest hint of pressure, just enough to cause him to quietly whimper with need. Her low, sultry chuckle sounds in his ear as she whispers “you’re rather needy tonight, my little pet”.

His thighs involuntarily clench tighter together, his breath nothing more than a gasp as she nibbles along his earlobe, her soft lips following quickly begins to kiss away the sting of her teeth. Her hands begin to roam his body, feather light touches eliciting a chorus of moans, whimpers, groans, and pleading noises as she tweaks his nipples, teases her nails along his ribs, digs gently into his back and chest.

Giving up on maintaining his composure, he leans back against her, offering himself up completely to the sensual torture of her expert ministrations. She bites harder on his neck, causing him to groan in pleasure as he tilts his head back to offer more of his throat to her, an instinctual signal of his submission. “Do you trust me?” she murmurs into his neck. He turns his head to intercept her mouth and steal a kiss, sighing contentedly into her mouth as he tells her “yes, more than anything”. Smirking, she raises an eyebrow and chuckles as she pulls him to his feet and leads him over to the bed. “Good” is all the response he gets.