Cumming Home
By Denise Smith
Copyright 2011 Denise Smith
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Cumming Home
It had been a year and a half since I had seen him. My body and mind ached for him. No one else would do. He owned me. I had made feeble attempts in the last year to break it off but none of them worked, he is the euphoric monkey on my back; he is my opiate. I need him, I dream of him and I had to have him. Finally I gave in and called him. We met, and one look into his eyes verified how much he still loved me. I was on fire instantly, the last year and a half disappeared, and I ached to be naked and alone with him. He tortured me instead with all the usual niceties, we went for a drive, dinner, and finally to his house where I sat on the couch like a nervous virgin on her wedding night. Did he still want me? Did he desire me at all?
He sat next to me on the couch. I looked into his eyes and wondered if he would make me beg. I felt like a bitch in heat. I would do anything he asked; I knew it and he knew it too. He started to turn the TV on. "Please Daddy" I said as I looked into his eyes. He leaned into me and his lips touched mine. "Go into my room, take off your clothes, and wait for me" he whispered into my ear right before he held my throat tight as his tongue took my mouth again. I felt dizzy as I stood up. He would have me. I was on fire. I walked in front of him and went to his room. As I was taking off my clothes I was surprised I really didn’t care how wanton I appeared. I stood there naked wondering how long he would make me wait. My pussy was dripping and he hadn’t even touched it. He walked into the room and my heart leapt. He had rope. He told me to stand on the edge king size lower bed with the upper twin protruding out but just outside my touch. He ordered me on my tip toes. When in the exact spot he wanted me in, he tied my hands to each side of the bed as I watched the span and tightening of the rope. I was standing on tiptoe at this point as he wrapped my ankles each in rope and secured them spread wide. "Oh baby, turn around and look in the mirror. Your ass is fine."