My hands tickle in slow languid trails over his back, then down past his waist, over his hips. I slowly drift again in a circle so I can face him once more, making sure my hands intimately roam over his ass with a play full squeeze before following a path to the front. I run my fingers up and down again, but this time as i travel from shoulder to belly I use my nails on the decent to his waist.
My fingers slowly undo his belt first cinching and then releasing. Then the top button of his jeans, and onward down to the individual the fly buttons.
"I need to see what offering you bring for the Goddess," I say, looking into his eyes as i sit down on the low table in front of him. Then I let my eyes follow a trail to the buttons newly opened and back up to his eyes.
I take a new glass in one hand and the wine bottle in the other and pour him a drink. Then I hold it and wait reclining back on one hand a little. He takes a breath and swallows and slides off first his jeans and then his underwear and every bit of clothing until he is completely stripped for me. He watches as i put down his drink then reach out and run my hand up from his knee to the top of his inner thigh running a fingernail underneath his jewels. I look admiringly, almost greedy, at his hard cock and then cup my hand upwards and take the length of it in my grasp firmly, feeling it swell even more. I lick my lips at the size of it imagining how it will feel filling me up and stretching me tight as I decisively stroke the rigid length. It dances in my hand.
I decide to hand him his glass after all and he accepts the wine drinking it down in few gulps and returning it to me. His eyes alternate between watching me play and closing involuntarily, his breathing heavier and heavier. I can already see he is focusing on control and i have barely done a thing.
I lean in, and with my hand, guide the tip of his cock to my lips. I wet my lips and gently tease him a bit before adding some laps of my tongue. I hear him groan with pleasure and look up and see he is watching me intently and I don't like it. Removing my mouth i demand, "Close your eyes and be quiet", and he obeys.
This time i take the tip of his cock into my mouth, closing my lips around it allowing my tongue to swirl and using my mouth to suck the drops of wetness seeping from the tip. I tease the undersides with a flick of my tongue as i pull off, breathing heavy on him so he feels the cool breeze before my hand guides him back into the warm wetness. His legs are so incredibly tense and he is straining with control as my hand holds him steady to control the depth of the plunges in and out of my mouth as i suck and lick and swirl and stroke.
Pulling away for a minute i run my hand over the wet tip, then lick up and down the shaft to add more moisture for my palm to use. I return to my, now wet, strokes and guide him back into my mouth for more delightful torment until it is time to pull off of him for a moment. There is something I need to find.
Reaching under the table where i sit, I feel for the handle of my carriage whip. Smiling when i find it, I rise up to standing, still holding his cock in my other hand. I stroke him hard with that hand and run the loose tip of the whip over the backs of his legs. Then i lean in and kiss him on the mouth for the first time.
I try to tease him a little first but he is having none of it. His hands are free to grab my shoulders and pull me full force into the kiss which devours me as I had just devoured him. I roughly pull off his mouth and still gripping my weapon grasp his neck digging my nails in, "Easy now, remember who's in charge", I coo softly. He looks down,
"Yes, of course" he says quietly.
I continue stroking him while I kiss his neck, occasionally licking to remind him how good i feels to have my tongue on him. Then I go down on my knees for one final taste. Sucking, swirling, lapping my tongue around his hardness driving him as close to the brink of release as i can, though he is still totally in control and that is the problem.
Angry, I rise back up and bite him hard on the shoulder. Grasping his cock, I say fiercely, "Spill it", through gritted teeth, still squeezing and pulling.
"But my lady Goddess...." he starts.
"I said spill it!" I give him a quick flick of the whip to the back of the knees.
He shudders and gasps at the shock of it. I glance at his expression and it is as i expected, one of absolute and complete arousal and not pain. I flick the whip once more stinging him. I stroke him hard and fast until he finally releases in my hand and stills.
Once he is spent, i whisper, "Thank you my darling. Now you are more relaxed to serve me properly. And you know how I need to be served. You will NOT disappoint me."
I lean over to the side, take aim, and smack him across the ass with the whip, with way more force than I intended. He winces but sucks up the pain so I continue, "That is for considering disobedience". I put down the whip and pick up the wine bottle and pour him some more, "You look like you need this" I say handing him the wine.
He relaxes a bit as i move over towards the leather chair thinking of my next move I glance over my shoulder and see that he hasn't moved. From behind, i can see a huge red welt has broken the skin where i hit him. Feeling a little guilty I decide perhaps the bed would be a better place to continue so I walk up behind him and stop to bend down and kiss the angry cut on his cheek. The taste of his blood on my lips excites me.... metallic yet sweet. I rise up and pull him into my embrace and press my lips to his for a slow gentle kiss. He is relaxed until he realises it is his own blood he tastes and then he becomes furious with desire and penetrates my mouth savagely with his tongue. He holds me so tight I can barely breathe for the grip of his strong arms.
I break away from the kiss and murmur into his lips, "Your blood offering pleases me".
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