Erotic Story: His nights

Tonight’s the night; it’s his turn to release his inner dom. In his favorite lingerie, I kneel on the bed. I feel sexy, knowing that he will go wild for me within minutes. I’m getting into it. Slowly, I watch the door open. In just a pair of grey sweatpants he enters the bedroom. He has various toys in his hands and I do my best to take them in. His gaze is fixed on me and he looks me up and down. “You look beautiful”, he says in a deep, calm voice. It has a soothing effect on me, calming the tension that’s silently raging through my body. I sigh excitedly and then look at him mischievously. He places the toys on the edge of the bed and stands opposite me. His bare chest is within reach and I have to do my best to keep my hands neatly in my lap, just the way he wants. Goosebumps glisten around his nipples and beneath his firm chest I see his breathing go up and down. My eyes wander to the waistband of his sweatpants. The drawstring has already come undone and I’d like sink my teeth into it and manage to control myself. “What are you looking at?” His voice rings out laughing through the bedroom. “Nothing”, I lie, averting my gaze. With one hand, he grabs my chin. He pushes the tip of his thumb against my bottom lip and looks at me sternly. “Are you ready?” In response, I close my lips around his thumb and start sucking it playfully with my eyes fixed on his. He leans forward carefully and presses a soft kiss on my forehead. A kiss that lets me know about the unprecedented amount of love he harbors for me, and is meant to make up for how rough he will be with me later. The scent of his perfume penetrates my nose, releasing my excitement. It’s an irresistible fragrance. Almost forbidden. Then he gives me a gentle push on my shoulders and I let myself fall back. This is not the first time; I know the first steps by now and before he has the chance to ask, I place my hands above my head. “Good, you’re in the mood.”

His mischievous chuckle echoes softly through the bedroom. I look at him proudly. I don’t know what it is, but it always feels like a compliment when he notices I’m one step ahead of him. As if the boss just told me that I’m doing an excellent job and that I’m very proactive. Above my head, he ties my wrists together. Tight enough so I can barely move them, but soft enough not to hurt. As always, this man knows exactly what he’s doing. I feel my heartrate rise instantly. As soon as my wrists are tied, he sits next to me and runs his fingertips from my wrist, down my forearm and upper arm, towards my chest. It’s somewhere between tension and tickling and I hold my breath. Reaching my chest, he grabs a nipple through the lace of my bra and squeezes it longingly. A soft moan of surprise and excitement escapes my mouth. “I’m really enjoying you, you know?” he asks when he notices my physical reaction. I nod and then look at his fingertips. They glide towards my thong tantalizingly slowly. Every piece of skin he touches, seems to be left in heat. Reaching the edge of my underwear, he looks deep into my eyes again. He grabs the lace of my thong with both hands and pulls it down. The lace rolls up, rubbing tighter and tighter against my skin. It’s arousing and my breathing gets louder. When my thong reaches my ankles, he pulls it over my feet and throws it somewhere in the corner of the room. He grabs my ankles and forces my legs further apart. He places cuffs on both ankles with a spreader bar between them that he pulls out as wide as possible. My most sensitive spot lies bare, sensitively naked. I feel wetness spreading between my legs. “Hmm”, he growls excitedly. I start panting softly and uncontrollably with excitement. For a moment, I don’t know what to do with the tension. I automatically want to bring my legs a little closer together, but that’s impossible.

He places his fingertips against my ankle and slowly slides up towards the spot where my legs meet. I do my best to control my breathing and just when he reaches my sensitivity, he stops. He gives a short, sharp tap on the inside of my thigh. “Not yet”, he says sternly. He nonchalantly rummages through the repertoire of toys that he’s laid out on the edge of the bed before. As if he doesn’t know what he’s looking for yet. I can only see what he picks up, when he holds it to my mouth. “Lick it”, he commands. Looking straight into his eyes, I run my tongue over the metal butt plug and everything inside me tries to prepare for what comes next. With a cheeky grin on his face, he playfully pushes the butt plug against my back hole. He pushes further until it almost slides inside, but then pulls back to start all over again. It’s maddening. This man. As soon as the butt plug is in place, he drives me crazy by wiggling it back and forth a few times. I moan a little louder each time; he knows exactly what this does to me. I’ve pushed my pelvis closer to him by now, hoping that he responds to my subtle hint. He doesn’t. He rummages through the selection of toys again and I see him grab a small vibrator and press the vibrations through my bra and against my nipple. Holy shit, they’re sensitive. In no-time my nipples are poking forward willingly and my panting has turned into a kind of whimpering. My clit demands attention. Again, I push my pelvis upward slightly. The tension on the butt plug shifts.

He strokes the vibrator towards my heat, but wanders around it maddeningly. I want nothing more than to wiggle my lower body back and forth, forcing myself into all kinds of positions to find the rings, but I restrain myself. My wrists rub clammily against each other above my head. It takes effort to keep myself in check. The vibrations shoot past my groin again, past my wet labia and clit. Then they slip away again. “Take me”, I whisper almost audibly. I pant so softly that I actually hope he didn’t hear it, but it was loud enough anyway. He throws the vibrator on the bed with one jerk, pulls my knees up slightly and bends over. With his firm, flat tongue he licks from my back hole through my labia, over my clit, mound and stomach, between my breasts, towards my neck. All in one fluid motion. I curve my back and automatically look to the side. His tongue reaches my jawline and when I feel his breath against my earlobe, I’m overwhelmed by a tingling sensation that takes over my body. “Stay still”, he says sternly. I know from experience that he means it and I do my best to lie absolutely still. I barely dare to breathe. I keep my face to the right and somewhere in the corner of my eye I see him taking off his pants. I feel him sit down between my legs and placing the spreader bar in front of his chest. My butt automatically lifts up slightly and again I feel the pressure of the butt plug shift. He leans forward a little, places a hand around my waist and the other on my throat. The pressure he applies is hot, bordering on pain. He’s in control and after sliding his wet cock through my labia twice, he thrusts himself inside me. With every thrust, I feel him raging through me. I feel the butt plug dancing along to his rhythm, sometimes almost slipping out of me and then sucked back in. Everything feels sensitive. Before I know it, my body starts to convulse. Underneath his growling, loud moaning and encouraging words, my body explodes. Only when I feel tears running down my nose, do I realize how much I look forward to his nights and how much I actually like his dom side.