Sleep with One Eye Open – BDSM

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? A warm breeze blows across my bare back as I lie face-down in bed. It’s Saturday in the early morning hours, and I’d fallen asleep with only my panties on. My hair, still damp from the shower just a few hours prior, lay spread out across the pillow as the moonlight shines in on a world-of-opportunity…

I could smell you before I felt you, and I could sense you next to me. And then I felt you from the inside before you ever touched me. I disappeared into a familiar darkness as you take your time firmly veiling my eyes, and a dangerous inner venom begins to stir.

*…your kiss on the side of my cheek…your closeness, and your husky voice…* Mmm…

“I can’t sleep, and I need a midnight snack.”

Slowly, the sheet glides over my contours…downward from my waistline, exposing my naked backside…my quiet, unexpecting pussy in a deep-sleep, my legs and feet eventually revealed.

Your fingers lightly skimming my back gradually making their way to my waistline. I moan softly in a tired, drunken stupor:

“Mmm…” as my insides quiver, retracting my midsection, my instinct to turn and expose myself for you…

“Lie still,” you deliver.

Your hand, exploring, sliding between my cheeks, stopping and circling at my entrance with a light, teasing probe.

Awe, baby, you make my soul smile.

Your hands firmly grasp my ankles as you spread them. The bold caress of your tongue methodically paving its wet path to my warmth while you nestle in between my thighs. Waves of pleasure surge through me as you start licking and teasing… torturing my bikini area, and the area around my aching entrance…

“Take me, baby, please,” I request with tired desire.

Straddling my back, I feel your stiff cock through your shorts, and it’s growing rapidly. Your roving hands search for, discover, and squeeze my tits from above and behind me, pinching and provoking my semi-hard studs to get them ready. This is why I look so forward to waking up under the same roof.

“Turn over.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Still want my hands on your throat?”

“Nope. Changed my mind. But, I want to feel you everywhere. Want to see and feel you over me.”

You only stare intently but say nothing…then lean down to kiss me deeply, crawl on, lowering your chest over my mouth and allowing my instinct to take over.

Jesus, you’re beautiful.

Every.

Single.

Part of you.

My mouth focusing on your sensitive left nipple, my left hand finds its way to your right nipple, my right hand and arm wrapped around your midsection to pull you closer.!@#$

“Turn on your back for me, please, Sir?”

Your brief look-of-apprehension and then: “Great minds think alike, but not here” as you stand. “Come with me.”

Blinded, I stand slowly…relying on your guidance & knowing you’ll lead me down the hallway to your bedroom where the air…and the rules…make us both feel at home, allow us to be ourselves, have fun, and fall into each other with little-to-no limits.

You put on some music, and I can hear you moving around near the dresser.

*”Jesus, what is he getting?”*

I swallow hard, requesting some wine. A minute later, I feel you in front of me as you place the edge of the glass against my lip and pour some into my mouth. Pulling the glass away, a drop trickles down my lip and chin, and you lean in to catch it with your tongue.

“That’s erotic as hell,” I tell you and fall into your kiss, my right hand reaching to feel for your cock, kneading it deeply & slowly.

“Let me have you, Michael, please. Just let me have you.”

And then nothing.

I cannot feel you, and I know you’ve stepped away.

I am left to wonder…and wait…

It’s quiet a moment, and my nipples start to harden at not knowing…

…not knowing where you are…

…how you’re gonna touch me…

…and what we’re gonna do…

The music changes, and I hear from a distance:

“Play with yourself for me. One hand pinching those nips and the other rolling across that swollen clit.”

“Where are you, Sir?”

“Nevermind that. Do as you’re told.”

“You’re bossy. You always get what you want?”

“Yes, Heather, I do. Now play. Unless you’d like to answer for disobeying.”

“Oh, please.”

And then *a look from you that makes my blood run ice cold.*

“I can put a stop on our communication for a while…”

Fuck, No!,” I plead. “Don’t, Please. You know I’ll do it for you,” and I start with both of my hands cupping my breasts, rolling them, slowly narrowing my circular strokes to their cherished tip, pinching only gently at first then raising my full cup to meet my willing tongue, licking it in slow-motion and hearing it provoke your deep groans as I progress, sparking my insides even more intensely.

“Pinch them harder, or I’ll do it for you,” you demand.

“Are you giving me a choice?,” I ask.

A laugh escapes your sensuous lips: “You’re funny.”

Flicking my nips, rolling around on them and tugging to satisfy your orders, my knees buckle ever-so-slightly. My right hand begins gliding over my hot box, teasing, and I beg to feel you.

“Don’t stop,” I can hear through your intensity, and I suspect you are very much enjoying my performance.

“Sir, please don’t cum without me!”

“Come lie next to me,” you instruct. I do as I’m told and reach to discover you, but I’m stopped by your hand.

“God, Michael, I need you, please. You don’t Want me to touch you?,” I ask in desperation, buzzed and anxious to feel you.

“Oh yeh. But you know I* decide when.”

“I know. I’m sorry, but I’m hungry, too.”

“Fair enough. Let me feel you.”

And, I take you. All of you. But, I take an extended period-of-time solely on your chest, gliding across your nipples & circling, kissing you again and again, and when you demand, I turn to your side as you work that thumb & fingers in me viciously, causing me to pop. Not once… not twice…but again and again, and I do this deeply and quietly,* but I cannot get enough of you. In my mouth, in my pussy, under me, over me, and next to me.

Wanting to give us both something impossible to forget on our long days at work, your extended bike rides, summer get-togethers and everything in between, I make every second count…

Right now, still half asleep but completely sexually aroused, I want cock, so I drop in a position where I can cover you with my tongue, and I take you entirely. As I squeeze you far into my throat, you flip on a vibrating dildo, holding it firmly against my engorged clit causing me to flinch and instinctively reach to push you away.

“Absolutely not,” you correct me and move to retrieve something from the dresser.

“Shit, I’m sorry. What are you gonna do?,” I ask with a pounding heart.

“Shhh,” you warmly encourage. “On your knees and hands behind your back.”

“Yes, Sir.” Undeniably excited, nipples fully aroused and pussy pulsating out of control, I am still blinded. My heart is lodged in my throat where your flawless cock just left a void, and I wait.

Your firm grip, wrapped around my wrists as they rest against my ass, your warm breath & sexy a.f. voice in my left ear…then padded cuffs clicking into place, leaving me defenseless, my nipples at full attention.

“Now, finish what you started like a Good Girl.”

“I’ve never blown anybody while restricted before.”

“Show me.”

“Sorry, Master…too tired. Maybe next time.”

I LOL at my brazen impulsivity but quickly attempt a life-saving back-peddle:

“Baby, I’m just kidding. Ok, ok, I’m sorry. Give me that Redwood.”

You grin against your will, but I clearly sense conflicting emotions, so I hide your cock in my face to avoid immediate retribution. As I warmly get off on taking you in, I wonder what I look like from your view and what’s running through your mind…

You then turn on a vibrating dildo and hold it firmly against my clit then ease it into my pussy, owning every wet square inch.

Our fun is untouchable and undeniable, and I am anxious to taste your salty warmth.

You groan and pull me off, so I know I’m doing something right. Turning me to release the cuffs, you instruct me to lie on my back.

“You ok? Need any water?”

“Yes, please,” and you trickle it into my mouth followed by a passionate kiss. Backing off from that kiss, you’ve left me breathless.

“Leave your mouth open.”

“Wt*…”

“Careful,” you caution.

At this point, you insert a “Bit” snugly in my mouth, ensuring it’s reliability and adjusting it for my comfort.

“Arms out and over your head,” you demand.

*Ah, Fuck.*

Seconds later, I am secured to the outer corners of your bed. My nipples feel as if they’re gonna explode and pussy almost painfully needs release.

“Legs!”

Unable to respond, I follow orders, and I am completely yours…just the way I want – and need it.

God, you make me feel so fucking good.

So full of fire, you are. Now what, baby?

Use me, my Dom.

My friend.

My lover.

My boyfriend.

Let me hear you.

Feel you.

Please you.

Drink you.

Laugh with you.

Color outside the lines…

And become a part of you.

Your mouth on my nipples softly then mixed with a touch of aggression.

“Aweee,” with muffled delivery and then your pinch, provoking a deep groan and a tug in all directions on my restraints.

“I need you to relax,” you deliver in a steamy tone. “You’re going to feel something a bit different, ” and initially, I instinctively tense. But to my surprise, I only feel the calming, soft brush of feathers gliding across my tits in every direction, circling like hungry sharks.

“See…easy,” you assure. And then…an unmistakable pressure gently placed, causing me to shift my upper body, breathing hard, my eyes to roll back with a flutter under my blind, me crying out:

“Awweee!…”

You pause, allowing me to adjust, your cock growing quickly, almost at full capacity. As you talk me through it, your breathing is hot as hell, clearly affecting my psyche. I start to settle, when I feel you reach to adjust them, and the pressure intensifies notably, narrowly escaping my explosion.

“OMG! Baby, wait!”

My nipples are studded and have never been bigger. Cannot see them, but I can feel them, and without question, they are tenderly-engorged.

What they need is for you to suck them off.

Can feel you mount me and start to slide your tight cock between my swollen mounds, swimming in a layer of thick, warm massage oil. Wanting to reach down and greet your shiny head with my mouth as it peeks through, I remember I am completely fucking helpless.

Sliding off and to the side, you reach for the dildo and run it up inside of me while your mouth teases and tortures my swollen bud. My body quivers as you destroy me everywhere. Bringing me dangerously close, you forbid me to cum, and I start to get frustrated…unable to express my emotions physically or verbally…

Quickly, you remove the dildo and claim your Alpha place between my legs, Penetrating me with conviction and driving me deeply again and again until you know – can feel – we are both ready.

“Cum with me, Heather!”

My hips bucking savagely into you, our intensity peaks, and we detonate simultaneously:

“I’m going to Fill you…!”

“AWEEE…baby, I’m cumming! UGH…UGH…Fuck! Oohhh yehh!”

Bound or not bound, I am yours. But tonight, this World was ours. Just ours.

You start to free me, and we lie together silently.

Written by: H.M. MaLanna

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