My cock was inches from her lovely white face, it was swinging wildly in unison to the motion of my twisting hips.
“You want this,” I wiggled it more, “you want my cock?”
“Fuck me with it,” she said before looking up into my eyes.
“I’m not fucking you. Get used to it.”
Emma tried to lurch forward, her tongue fully extended, but she missed.
I shouldn’t have laughed, but I did. Grasping my cock hard, I stroked it a few times, just inches away from her bright red lips. I could see the desperation in her face and the impasse in the sounds that emanated from her mouth. They were gasps and moans, but ones that you knew were associated with absolute disappointment, because Emma couldn’t get her own way. Emma was used to getting her own way, but not tonight.
“I’m going to toss this off all over your fucking face,” I told her, as I levelled my cock at her mouth.
Emma just looked blankly at my cock. Only her laboured breathing divulged her real state of mind. Her whimpering was so good to hear and the way she despaired signified just how this evening was supposed to go.
“My spunk will shoot over your hair, your face and your breasts. It will drip from your nose onto your stomach and you will struggle to get any of it in your mouth. How does that sound?”
“You bastard!”
“Do you think I’m being harsh?”
Emma shook her head in exasperation, “I want you in my cunt, filling me up, making me scream, I want you to fuck me. Now!”
“OK then, here it comes,” I knelt on the floor and positioned my cock at her entrance, I brushed it across her puffy-red and swollen lips and then brushed it along her entrance.
Emma was looking down at my cock, “Fuck yes, push it in me, push that fucking gorgeous cock in me.”
As I brushed my cock head past her pussy I could see her head fall backwards and her eyes close, her mouth opened in anticipation. Emma was getting her own way once more.
I stood up.
It took Emma a while before she opened her eyes to find my cock missing from her entrance.
“You fucking bastard!”
I pushed my cock into her face.
“Want to taste it? Look, it’s leaking, just for you.”
I could sense she was weighing up the situation. A ‘yes’ would mean I may pull away, a ‘no’ would signify that she had given up, or was playing the game cleverly.
“I need a good fucking,” she said finally.
“Ah, playing the pleading card are we. The please darling, I really need this, I am so horny for you – card.”
Emma spat on my cock. I think she would have spat on my face if she could have reached it.
“Lubrication, now that is nice,” I retorted, fisting my cock in her direction as I did so.
“You’re such a twat!”
“Emma, I have never heard such filth from your mouth, where do you get it from. This is not like you,” I hoped my words were condescending enough to make her think twice.
Emma was breathing heavily and I knew she was squeezing her buttocks and pussy, as best she could; in a desperate attempt to bring herself off to spite me. Her eyes closed periodically.
A tear had formed in her eye and her lips quivered, her mascara had started to run down the front of her face. Almost silently she mouthed the words “I want you to fuck me…” and then with a whisper I thought I heard the word “please.” I may have been mistaken.
“What was that?”
Emma looked up at me, her eyes imploring me, and then more clearly she said, “I want you to fuck me…”
I waited and nodded my head.
“Please.”
There it had finally come out, Emma had said please. I must admit that my mouth dropped open at this point, but only briefly. At that instance she had me feeling sorry for her. I felt compassion. I wanted to help her and do the things she wanted me to. My mouth closed and I pursed my lips. A light disappointment fell like a veil over my face.
“Please what?”
Emma took a deep breath and then her whole body calmed. I could sense she wasn’t struggling anymore. She had given in, resigned herself to her predicament. Her eyes had closed and she nodded her head in acknowledgement. She took another deep breath and then it all came out.
“Please, Master.”
I smiled at her, “That sounds so nice to hear, Emma.”
I wasn’t going to ridicule her by asking how it felt to say those words. I knew how hard that must have been. But it was just two words right. Anyone could have said those two words without actually meaning them. Over the years, Emma had said so many words to me without meaning most of them. So what was two little words to her.
“I’m still not going to fuck you, I’m going to cum all over you.”
I could see her whole body flex and slip into the chair, only the cord wrapped so tightly around her arms, body and legs stopped her from falling from it. I had to admit that I had done a pretty good job in that respect. Emma had let me bind her to the chair because I convinced her how good it would be for her to feel helpless. The mere thought of it intrigued her. I could see the sexual cogs turn in her mind. I, of course, had other ideas once she was bound.
I started to masturbate. My hand started to stroke my cock with intent. I licked the palm of my hand every now and then to provide the lubrication. My balls felt heavy and I…I really wanted to cum all over her beautiful face.
“Please master, don’t waste it, please fuck me.”
I wondered to myself, I glanced at Emma out of the corner of my eye, a smile crept along my face, was she playing me? Anyway, since when did a slave ask for things from her master. What impertinence, I thought.
“I’m going to cover you with spunk and leave you in that chair. Maybe go for a pint. How dare you ask to be fucked!” I was livid at this point. I saw Emma lean back in the chair as I shouted at her.
“Master, I’m sorry master.”
I started to stroke myself again. I concentrated hard on cumming and I watched Emma all the time. Her face was serene, she just stared at my cock the whole time, occasionally her lips would open in an attempt to engulf my knob as it got closer, and then her tongue would swirl around her upper lip. I could see she was tensing her lower body while watching me. I nearly reached out to her nipples to squeeze them but decided at the last moment not to give her any assistance or pleasure.
I was almost at the point of no return when I noticed a smile appear on her face. Emma knew I was close. She never once looked into my eyes, always at my cock.
“Do you want this all over you?”
“Yes, master.”
“You want to be covered with my juices?”
“Please master, please.