Anything He wants

I perused the menu, trying to find something. I’d only eaten two meals with the man – a burger for dinner and breakfast at the diner. Nothing looked appetizing. “Sir, would you like me to take your car and get us something from a nearby place?” I glanced over at him.

“No one drives my car. Besides, can you even drive a stick shift?” His eyes looked around his laptop.

I shook my head, no. Defeated, I re-read the menu. I sat on the bed and flopped down on my stomach. I let out a sigh and turned on the TV.

“Turn that off, it’s distracting,” he scolded.

I sat there in silence, and, with nothing better to do, I lay there, staring at him. Dropping my head, I took a deep breath. Picking up my iPhone, I decided perhaps takeout was the way to go. I ordered a pizza. Hamburger seemed like a good bet and some cola. The phone rang, and he gave me a quizzical look.

“Hello? Yes, I’ll be right down.” I fished through my purse for some money.

“Here,” he said watching me. He held out a card.

“Sir, I can’t sign for you.” I looked at his card. “It’s just…” his look said not to argue. I grabbed my purse and his card. I couldn’t put a delivery on a card, but he seemed as irritated as it was.

The deliveryman confirmed. I fumbled with the tip, paying it in coins.

He didn’t seem to care, eyeing me up and down.

“Thanks,” I said sweetly and went to the elevator.

I returned to the room and ate in silence. He never looked up or ate with me. I felt alone in the room with him. I rolled over, my back to him, unable to sleep.

Sir came to bed a few hours later; I had no idea of the time, but I doubt I had been sleeping. His fingers trailed along the thin lace of the panties at my hip, toying with it, back and forth. It was as if he was doing it mindlessly while thinking.

I was quiet, as he began to pull my panties down; he whispered in my ear, “I need to be inside you.”

He rolled back, and I heard the condom wrapper tear. Letting out a sigh, he glided into my pussy, and a groan followed when he slid to the hilt. His left hand gripped my hip as he pushed into my soft tissue, encasing his cock.

“Damn, little one. Your pussy feels divine.” His soft, hot words hit my neck.

I held the bedcovers as my legs split wider and wetness seeped between them. The scent of my arousal urged me to push my ass further into his stomach, bracing for his thrusts. The gentle push and pull of his dick sliding in and out of my tender flesh caused small, throaty moans to escape from my lips.

Something happened to me, as he took me. An overwhelming, beaming pride surged through me – grateful that I was there for him, to soothe him, and help ease his stress.

He stopped moving, and growled in my ear, holding my breasts firmly, as his hot come released inside the condom within me. “Thank you, beautiful.” He kissed the back of my head, rubbing his nose into my hair as he steadied his breath.

Smiles filled my heart and face. They stayed with me, while I fell asleep. As I slept, an erotic fantasy took hold of me. Sir had taken me to that same diner, but he bared my ass over the side of the acrylic table flecked with glitter and encircled with chrome. His hand cast across my flesh, sending stinging vibrations and sensations. A warm up perhaps, they were barely hurting. He hit the spot between my thighs, and my feet danced along the floor.

The room was alight with faces and cheers, as he continued to punish my sweet spot. Whistles of glee and excitement urged my wetness and need.

“Please, sir,” I whimpered.

Sir’s thick, calloused fingers plunged into my cunt and slid into my anus. Spreading my hole, I was embarrassed that everyone could see me, and smell me. Hiding my head in shame, the heat filled my face, and my ears were burning aflame in red. The pleasure seared through me, as my juices gushed out of me. His fingers were rubbing the walls between my vagina and rectum – I could hardly stay still.

“Please,” I moaned. “Please!” My desperate cries seemed to urge all of those around us. I was the meal being offered at the moment, and my heart was beating faster than I thought the little muscle was able to do.

A finger punished my G-spot so sweetly, singing my favorite song. I rocked my hips in rhythm with it. I jumped, as contact was made with my erect clit, circling on the end of the sensitive nerves. I wanted to pull my hair out, it was all too much. But I realized my hands were bound behind my back, and the more I struggled, the more excited everyone became.

Panting and writhing I cried, “Please, sir. Please may I come?”

“Come, little blue bird,” his deep voice spoke into my ear, alerting me to the fact that my wet dream was a half-waking illusion of truth.

My body clenched and shut down – my eyes squeezed shut, my pussy tightened over his fingers, and my anus contracted.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried, as his hands never stopped their movements, coating my body with the most divine sensations. The orgasm pulsed, wave after wave of convulsive come, coating his hand and my thighs.

“Thank you,” I whispered. In the morning his arm surrounded me in warmth. I had a belonging and security I hadn’t felt before. Understanding that I was there for him last night, even if it wasn’t on my terms – perhaps that was what I needed to learn. It wasn’t my terms. It would be on his terms. And knowing that he would make sure I was sated, made me hopeful all the more that our puzzle would have a finishing piece, a face.

“Sir?” I asked quietly.

“Yes, my little blue bird,” he said, nuzzling in my neck.

The sensation was sublime and I reveled in it. “Could I be your ‘little one’? I mean, I know it’s only been a couple of days, physically at least, but-”

“Bluebird, I have known since last week. Stop worrying about your pretty little head, and straddle my dick.”

I flushed instantly. “Yes, sir.” I rolled toward him.

He plucked a condom off the nightstand. “I wanted you to be sure. You know all my quirks and what I like, from our conversations, and I trust yours were truthful.” I nodded.

“Then, yes, you will be my ‘little one’, bluebird.” He clasped my arms and yanked me close to him. “Now, I want to fuck that tight hole I worked on earlier. Slide it over my dick once you lube it up.”

I nodded, nervous that he wouldn’t be able to fit in, but did as he asked.

Once I’d pressed my slick and juicy cunt over him he tossed me on the bed, face first. My pulse pounded again. I was excited, and flutters filled my belly. His hands were rough on my cheeks as he spread them painfully wide as if to inspect me.

Slap!

“Oh!” My head came up from the bed with a jolt.

His hand pushed me down hard, and I grinned. His dick sliced into my dripping cunt. I moaned at the force. He was using me, and I was loving every moment. His dick slowly circled my primed asshole, then pushed into the tight ring.

My body responded with more of my come releasing from my pussy. He mopped it up and back toward my anus. The further he pushed, the deeper, and louder, his moans became – or where those mine?

I panted and tore at the bed sheet. “Fuck me, sir. Fuck my ass!” I yelled.

Smack!

“Quiet, my little slut. Quiet.” The last word was strained. “Oh shit.”

He thrust deeply, and stilled a moment, before continuing his punishment on my ass.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

His dick engorged and filled my cavity even further before a molten hot river of come filled me up. I could feel the burning heat of his seed, despite the condom.

“Yesss,” he hissed and fell onto my body that was, once again, wound up.

I had a feeling we would be playing this dance of arousal and being sated over and over again, like a Ferris Wheel that I would never want to get off.

The End