Writing Exercise 5/11/19 My Mistress

“Don’t. Fucking. Move.” I froze as the words were growled into my ear from behind. Strong hands pushed me firmly up against the wall, pinning my hands over my head. Her warm breathe lingered against my skin as her hips pressed against me, further immobilizing me. I shivered as she grasped my hair in one hand and pulled my head to the side, exposing my neck to her hungry kisses. Teeth grazed my skin, and she bit me softly, eliciting a soft moan from me.

“Oh?” She said with a hint of soft amusement in her husky voice. “My little slut likes that?” Grasping my hands over my head more firmly with one hand, her other hand tightened in my hair as she bit down harder. I cried out softly and shuddered with desire.

“Y-yes, Mistress…” I whispered breathlessly and blushed, knowing she fully expected an answer and that a lie would be punished.  Her teeth sinking into my flesh hurt a little, but we both knew I was melting beneath her touch. I always did.

“You’ve been a bad girl. Go to my room.” She said, releasing me. I turned to look at her, and her dark eyes were sparkling with mischievous humor as a soft smile played over her lips. She was teasing, then. Good. I didn’t like to think I might have actually done something to displease her.

“Yes, Mistress,” I murmured, still feeling slightly dazed from her ministrations. A little unsteadily, I made my way to her room and immediately stripped down, as was expected. I knelt on the small rug beside the bed and awaited her next command, hands clasped behind my back. I heard her enter the room and smiled, but remained still with my head bowed in respect.

“Good girl,” My Mistress cooed, her fingers gliding down my cheek and gently lifting my chin. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, lighting every nerve in my body on fire with passion. I gasped softly for breath as she pulled away.

My Mistress closed the bedroom door and locked it, then dimmed the lights. She pulled a few of her favorite toys out of the closet and placed them lovingly on the bedside table. I shivered with anticipation and wondered what exactly she had planned. I knew I would find out soon enough.

She removed her clothes slowly, teasingly, as I gazed at her lovingly. I adored the way her body was all softness and curves, perfection in my eyes.

Tugging the covers out of the way, she sprawled out on the bed. I remained in my kneeling position, squirming slightly with impatience. I wanted nothing more than to pounce on the bed and make love to her. Still, I waited obediently.

“Come, kitten.” She commanded, and I eagerly rose to join her. “Please me.”

I did.