Blueprint.

“It’s my turn, tonight.”

I stand before him, naked except for a pair of tall black boots and my Jaguar Har­ness. He’s naked, too, except for the col­lar I’ve locked around his neck. He watches me stroke my thick pur­ple cock — I know his mouth’s already water­ing. My lit­tle slut has been want­ing this.

I push him to his knees, forc­ing him to the ground in front of me. His eyes remain fixed upon the cock in front of his face. “Suck me,” I tell him.

He leans for­ward, pink kit­ten tongue dart­ing between his full lips to ten­ta­tively touch the bul­bous tip. He licks a slow wet trails, slowly work­ing his way to the base. He looks up at me, want­ing my approval, but I’m not about to give it, yet. “I said suck it,” I growl at him, forc­ing the head between his lips, push­ing my cock into his mouth. He fights me for a moment, then relaxes, the cock slid­ing in deep, mak­ing him gag. I pull out, then push back in, fuck­ing his mouth, nice and easy, push­ing just deep enough to make his eyes water. I can feel my slit get­ting wet, slick with my arousal. I can smell my musk, and I know he smells it too.

I pull the cock out of his mouth, rub­bing the wet sil­i­cone over his face, across his cheeks, leav­ing a wet trail. I slap him with the cock, and he gasps, tries to draw back, but my hands are fisted in his hair and hold him in place. “Pleeeease,” he breaths, beg­ging me with his eyes. I can see his cock hard and ready between his legs — he likes this.

I move to the bed, where the restraints are ready for him, and tell him to assume the posi­tion, ass in the air — he knows how I like it. He obeys with a back­wards glance, lay­ing on his stom­ach, limbs spread, Lib­er­a­tor wedge under his hips tip­ping his bot­tom into the air. I walk around the edge of the bed, secur­ing one wrist, then an ankle, then to the other side to restrain the rest. I cinch the ties tightly, leav­ing him very lit­tle wig­gle room, and ignore his sounds of dis­com­fort as I spread-eagle him.

I can­not resist the ripe globes of his bot­tom, the ten­der­ness of his scro­tum peek­ing between his legs, and I run my hands over him, down his thighs, scratch­ing lightly with my nails. He moans, push­ing his body back against me. I lean for­ward, bite lightly, right where thigh meets bot­tom, and then harder, right on the curve of his ass. He groans deeply, but knows bet­ter than to say any­thing.  I run the tip of my tongue over the bite marks, pull his cheeks apart and run my tongue where I know he wants it most. He’s begged me for this, in moments of pas­sion where all taboos fall by the way­side. I know how badly he wants this, and I give it to him, lick­ing and suck­ing, work­ing the tip of my tongue past the tight lit­tle ring of mus­cle as he sput­ters inco­her­antly, beg­ging, plead­ing, need­ing more. I fuck him with my tongue, then ready the toy for his ass, trac­ing a wet trail over his soft exposed sack, while I slide the toy into his will­ing hole. He groans as the full­ness within him builds.

“Mmm, you like that, don’t you, baby?” I ask him, already know­ing the answer. His deep throaty groan is music to my dom­i­nant side, and I can feel my thighs grow slick with my juices. I unhook his restraints, order­ing him to turn over, so I can see his hard cock. Its so hard, the ridges and veins thrown into stark relief, and a bead of pre­cum oozes from the head. I bend over him, lick­ing the pre­cum, swirling my tongue over the swollen plum head. I lick a wet trail down the side of his cock, suck­ing first one ball, then the other into my mouth. I can feel them tight­en­ing against his body as he grows closer.

I strad­dle him, slip­ping his cock into me, past the straps of my har­ness and the slick­ness of my lips, sink­ing down upon him until he’s all the way inside me. I start to move, stroking my cock as I ride his, keep­ing the same rhythm, up and down, back and forth, work­ing him like a sex toy between my legs. “I’m going to come,” I tell him, “but you aren’t allowed to.” His eyes widen, then squeeze shut as he con­cen­trates on hold­ing back. My motions become wilder, mov­ing up and down less and grind­ing back and forth more. Each stroke of my hand on my cock brings a throb of plea­sure to my clit that builds and builds. “Fuck,” I growl. “Fuu­u­u­u­u­uck.” My orgasm is like a roar­ing train, tear­ing through me — I’m grind­ing, squeez­ing, moan­ing as my orgasm squirts across his belly drench­ing him in my juices. I thrown my head back and roar, clench­ing his cock inside me, dar­ing him to come.

He’s a good boy, though the effort of hold­ing back clearly costs him. His face is a gri­mace, teeth clenched as he holds him­self in check. I rub my hand along the sex juices coat­ing his belly, then use it to stroke my cock, repeat­ing the action until the sil­i­cone cock is slip­pery in my fist. I pull off him, ris­ing to my knees, order­ing him to lift his legs and grab his ankles. His ass is per­fectly exposed, the hard cock ris­ing above it, quiv­er­ing with the effort of con­trol. In one smooth move­ment, I pull out the toy and push my cock inside him. He hisses in plea­sure, his cock bob­bing with each stroke as I start to move.

I fuck him like he fucks me, long smooth strokes mixed with short hard strokes, work­ing his ass back and forth, groan­ing as my sec­ond orgasm approaches. The plea­sure starts to invade me, turn­ing the edges of my vision black. Should I let him come with me, or make him wait? The base of the cock against my clit feels so good, and with each thrust I’m soo close. His eyes are squeezed closed, his lips work­ing form­ing unspo­ken words. His cock is a dark red, fully engorged, a trail of pre­cum drip­ping on his belly with my every stroke.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck. I’m going to come. Come with me. Come now. Right. Now. COME!” I come on the last word, a gush of liq­uid on my thighs, squirt­ing every­where, splash­ing hot liq­uid on his bot­tom. The evi­dence of my orgasm sends him over the edge, thick streams of hot white come jet­ting out of his cock, over his belly, over his chest, he’s com­ing so hard that he’s almost hit him­self in the chin. I slide into him, to the hilt, jack­ing his cock as he comes, milk­ing every last drop out of him.

Exhausted, drained of my last reserves of energy, I col­lapse for­ward, breasts against his chest, the tip of my cock slip­ping out of him as his hot come, slick between us, cools and we both breath hard, unable to speak, our eyes locked say­ing every­thing that needs to be said.