Predator and Prey

She entered the room with the efficiency of a cat. Her body tingled with anticipation. The feeling of her fishnet stockings rubbing against each other with each step made the heat in her core build. The red and black corset hugged her torso, pushing her breasts up to the point she resembled an overflowing cup of milk. Her pale skin was offset by her short black hair, red heels, her slut red lipstick, and her lingerie. Raquel was sexy... and she knew it. She felt it.

Her husband had been building her confidence in her body for some time. She always felt average. She was never the skinniest or the prettiest. She had no idea what gifts were at her disposal, until Mitchell had brought it to her attention. Now she would thank him. It was time for her to embrace her role as the dominant master.

She stopped and surveyed the room. Everything was as she had prepared it. The bed was neatly made with rose petals sprinkled about. Tea candles illuminated the room with dim orange light. Her selection of toys lay neatly at the foot of the bed. Her prey hung against the wall. Mitchell was blindfolded and music blared in his ears through the small earbuds. He was bound, spreadeagled. The candlelight bounced off his body and Raquel drank in the sight.

Mitchell was muscular and handsome. He was always able to command attention when he entered a room. Raquel was dazzled by him when they met. His abs weren't quite as defined as they were ten years ago, but his boyish smile and dirty blond hair still collected looks whenever they went out. She gazed at his nude form. His eight inch cock stuck out with its slight curve. Beads of precum dripped from its tip, creating long strings that collected in a small puddle between his legs on the floor next to their bed. He had been there, anticipating her arrival for nearly 45 minutes as she prepared for their night of fun.

Raquel moved in close to Mitchell. He was completely oblivious to her presence. Her 5'5" frame brought her face to his chest. Mitchell tensed up as he felt her breath on his skin. Raquel watched the goosebumps spread across his chest. His reaction emboldened her even more.

He called out, "Are you there, honey?"

Raquel grabbed the riding crop from the foot of the bed and pressed it firmly in the space under his balls. Mitchell moaned and rose to his tiptoes as she removed the earbuds from his ears.

"I am here," she softly spoke, "and you will refer to me as Mistress."

She bit his neck, causing another moan to escape his lips. She raked her black painted nails down his chest and admired the endless stream of precum that was expanding the puddle on the floor between them.

Mitchell's head was swimming. Still blindfolded, he was disoriented and his swollen balls were aching for release. He was powerless and had never been so turned on. He could feel the heat of her sex on his cock. He knew Raquel was close and he wanted to feel the warmth of her body desperately.

"Yes, Mistress," he answered.

She smiled. She was enjoying the measure of control she had over her slave. She pulled the riding crop from his crotch and sharply smacked him across his thighs.

"You want to touch me with this hard cock? You want to feel how wet you have made me? Answer me!" she said forcefully as she smacked him again right above his hardness.

"Yes, Mistress. Yes, please, Mistress," he answered through heavy breaths.

She firmly grabbed his thick dick at its base and slowly pumped its length. With each stroke, precum drooled from its tip like a faucet that was broken.

She softly whispered again, "Well, you are here for my pleasure slave. Your obedience may be rewarded."

Raquel stepped back and slid the small silk thong down her legs. She was dripping wet now. She brought the panties to Mitchell's face, wiping them across his lips. He hungrily lapped at them. He wanted her taste on his tongue almost as bad as he wanted to sink deep inside her. His reactions to her were driving her wild. She anchored her foot against the wall next to his thigh. Her fingers found her wet lips as she dropped the soaked panties on the floor next to them. She massaged her throbbing clit and sunk two fingers into her wet hole.

Raquel stared at Mitchell's blindfolded face, telling him every sordid detail of her actions. Mitchell could hear her fingers working her wet pussy and the sweet smell of her sex filled the room and intoxicated him. He had never heard her talk so dirty. She had barely touched him, but he could feel his orgasm building.

Raquel wanted to make her control last all night but she had never been so turned on. She could not stop herself. With two fingers on her right hand pumping between her shaved lips, her left hand found his cock and began rubbing his head against her clit. Mitchell throbbed between her lips. Her clit felt like a pebble rubbing furiously over the head of his prick. They both breathed heavily.

Her pace quickened, "Do you want your Mistress to cover you with cum?"

Raquel was a squirter, but she had never felt it come so easily. She knew in a matter of moments she would not be able to control herself any longer.

Mitchell responded, "Use me, Mistress."

This pushed his lover over the edge. She slipped a third finger inside her and felt her tight pussy stretch. The orgasmic contractions flowed through her wetness as she worked Mitchell's throbbing head against her clitoris. She moaned and screamed as a flood of sticky juice splashed across his cock and legs. Her legs became weak like a new born deer. She pulled at his blindfold as she sank to the floor.

Mitchell's eyes feasted on the scene. Raquel's body pressed against his as she collapsed to her knees. He saw his wife's creamy thighs wrapped in the black fishnet stockings. Her hard nipples poked from the top of her sexy corset. Small beads of sweat had collected in the crevice between her 36dd breasts. His cock dripped from her juices. Her nails drug down his stomach as she regained her balance on the floor. Her hand found the base of Mitchell's throbbing cock. She quit trembling and looked up.

Her eyes burned wildly and she forcefully spoke through heavy breaths, "You will cum now slave." Her firm grip easily slid up and down his eight inches. "Does it feel good to get stroked with my juices? Thank me with your cum slave."

She pumped his cock just six times before Mitchell complied. He shot five long ropes of cum across her breasts and the rest of his seed ran down her hand and forearm. She delighted in his loud moans filling the room. She rose to her feet and released her husband from his bonds. They collapsed on the floor next to the bed. One kiss and exhaustion took over. They laid together pondering what adventure would come next and faded into sleep.