When he had finished my spanking, I was a puddle of submission, my body drained of all willfulness, settled into a sense of belonging. He owned me now and I would have done anything he asked of me.

But I longed to taste his cock.

Don’t misunderstand, I would have loved for him to fuck me, I was incredibly aroused, my pussy wet with my juices, throbbing with desire. I would have loved to feel his cock slide into me, even more enticing with the butt plug still lodged securely in my ass.

I was acutely aware of my bottom, tender and sore from the strap, the butt plug like a center of sensation. I wanted him to take me, to slam his cock into my hot, dripping cunt, pounding into me…

But I wanted to taste him even more.

“Come,” he said, helping me raise up from the ottoman. I was still wearing my chemise and he slipped it off me quickly. “Come,” he said again, helping me to my feet.

He led me to his chair, the recliner. “I want to fuck your mouth,” he said.

A shiver of desire ran through my body, almost like an electric charge. My nipples were already hard, but even harder now, my mouth actually watering for a taste of his cock. “Yes, please, Sir,” I said.

He nodded, and I began to unbuckle his belt, hands trembling a bit. He allowed me to undress him, taking off his shoes and pants. His cock sprang free, beautifully hard, and I paused to stroke it against my cheek before he sat in his chair and I finished taking off his pants.

“Sir?” I said. He put a hand in my hair, pulling it taut at the nape of my neck, lifting my face to him.

“Speak,” he said.

Respectfully, I asked, “Sir, may I worship your cock?” Cock worship is not the same as fucking my mouth, and I wanted to make sure I had permission before I started.

He laughed, tugged my hair before releasing it. “You may,” he said, “Good girl for asking.”

When I said, “Thank you, Sir,” My mouth was already close to his cock, I knew he could feel the warmth of my breath as I said it.

I began, as I always do, licking the head of his cock, as if it were a scoop of ice cream. Licking the head, and then working my way down the shaft, as if it were a cone and I was catching the ice cream melting down it. Licking slowly, but making sure no part was left untouched. Working my way back up…

I pause at the head of his cock again, look up at him with raised eyebrows, waiting for permission. His nod is enough, and I take him into my mouth, just the head, swirling my tongue around, moaning a little bit, knowing the vibrations of my mouth will add to the intensity.

Then i back off again, licking my way over his cock, all the way down, around, and back up. Taking the head into my mouth, knowing how hot and wet my mouth is around him, savoring his cock and his pleasure.

The next time I lick my way down him, I pause to pay attention to his balls, gently licking and sucking each one into my mouth, before I lick my way back up. I fall into the rhythm of the pattern, head of his cock in my mouth, then licking my way to his balls, which are tightening each time as he becomes more aroused. Sucking on his balls, then back up again.

After about the fourth time of this, I pause and let my mouth move past the head, starting to take him deeper into my mouth. I hold his cock at the shaft with one hand, his cock is wet and I begin to slide my hand up and down in rhythm with my mouth.

Deeper and deeper his cock goes into my mouth, until my mouth almost reaches to my hand. I take a breath through my nose, relax my throat, and go farther down on him, so his entire cock is being stroked. When it hits the back of my. throat, i gag a bit, but am able to relax my throat even more, taking him a bit deeper each time.

One hand at the base of his cock, cupping his balls with my other hand, moving my head so he slides easily as far as I can take him. I can feel he is getting close to cumming, and I am about to pull back and go back to licking.

But he stops me with a hand on my head. “No,” he says gently, “It’s time.” Holding my head in place, he begins to pump into me. He is setting the rhythm now, fucking my mouth as he had promised. As he hits the back of my throat, over and over, tears stream down my face, and I focus on breathing through my nose, relaxing my throat. Offering my mouth for his pleasure, which becomes my pleasure.

And then he is coming, filling my mouth as i swallow quickly, taking him all, delighting to hear him cry out with pleasure. When he is finished, he pulls me away from his cock, strokes my face.

“Come up here,” he says, “Sit on my lap.” He turns me so I’m facing away from him, sitting between his open legs. He taps my thighs so I spread my legs wide.

He touches my nipples, which are so hard they’re extra tender, and I moan. He tugs gently and I am whimpering with pleasure, my cunt longing for attention, the butt plug never quite out of my mind. It is almost a sensation overload, but then he moves one hand from my breasts to my pussy and I can no longer think.

He slides two fingers inside me and I moan, I want to push up against his hand, his palm is on my clit and I desperately want to rub myself there but, “Don’t,” he says, “hold still, just take it. Whose cunt is this?”

“Yours, Sir,” I answer quickly, letting his fingers fuck me, probing until they find that spot – yes, there – his palm pressing on my clit.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks.

“You, Sir, I belong to you,” I gasp, so close now. His fingers, the hand, the plug still there, and…

“Come for me,” he says, “come now.”

So I do, I throw my head back, giving myself over to him, and waves of pleasure rock me, my body trembles, it is like an earthquake of sensation filling me and then flowing out, leaving me tension free, soft and pliable.

His arms wrap around me and I pull my legs up, turn, curling into him in the chair. I can’t get close enough to him, and he holds me tightly, warming me with his body. Snuggled safely into him, all I can say is “Thank you, Sir.”