Elle

“Lie on the bed; if you touch me, I will kick you out and find someone else.” I growl as I pull the shirt over my body so he can see my heavy breasts without anything in the way. He has the same reaction as every other man. His eyes go wide, his pupils dilate and his cock juts up to smack against the hard muscles of his stomach. 

“Shall I call you Mistress as well?” He jokes and I’m tempted to slap him just to give him the pain he so clearly wants but BDSM has never been my thing; I just like to be in control and handing someone else power is not something I’ve ever been good at. 

“Just do what you’re told,” I snap. I’m starting to loose patience and if he doesn’t lie on the bed in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to kick him out and find someone else to satisfy my needs. We hold each other’s gaze for a long second, a battle of wills that blue eyes will lose if he doesn’t move soon. He must understand that he needs to back down or he won’t get what he wants. He scans my body as if trying to decide if he wants to give up power just for a chance to enjoy me. He settles on my breasts; he’s probably mistaking my hard nipples for arousal instead of cold, he licks his lips and slowly sits himself down on the bare bed before scooting himself backwards so he’s laid flat. His leg hits the knife and when he reaches down to move it, I make a clicking sound with my tongue. I have no plans to use the knife on him but I need my weapon close. 

“I don’t do blood play, blondie. Hop aboard or I’ll go back to work.” I can’t help but chuckle as he puts his own demands down; I glance at the knife once more before slowly walking towards the bed. I place my knees on either side of his legs and start knee-walking up his body. His hands are clenched into fists as he fights the urge to touch me; I can feel myself becoming wet thanks to the anticipation of a promised orgasm. I shuffle past his legs; his cock knocks against my clit but I keep going. HIs lips turn down into a frown as I keep working my way up his body until I’m hovering over his face. 

“Get to work,” I growl. I grab hold of his bald head with both hands and lift him just enough that he will be able to smell my arousal. I don’t offer him any more assistance; if he doesn’t know what I want when I’m literally sitting on his face, then he can’t satisfy me. His warm breath washes over my damp folds, causing me to shiver and jerk my hips; his nose presses against my clit at the same time I feel his tongue dive into the pool of wetness that's connected at my entrance. My head falls back as a low moan leaves my throat; blue eyes isn’t touching me anywhere but his tongue deep in my pussy and that’s exactly what I need from him. 

“You taste so sweet.” He growls against my wet lips; his voice sends vibrations through my body and as nice as it feels, words aren’t what I want right now. 

“Shut up and make me cum.” I snap; I use my hands on his head to force him back against my pussy. He wastes no time in teasing my saturated folds. I can feel him humming, which is sending a thrilling vibration up through my body. I can feel sweat collecting down my spine as he pushes me higher into that sweet space my mind enjoys. I can feel movement behind me but blue eyes is following the rules and is not touching me; a quick glance over my shoulder allows me to see that blue eyes is stroking his mediocre-sized cock. I’m glad he’s finding his pleasure because that thing will not be going inside of me. I’m a big advocate of pleasure but it's rare for me to actually fuck a man I don’t know; it's only when the darkness becomes too much that I need that kind of release. We become a sweating mass as blue eyes drives me to the brink and pushes me over; there are no sweet words, no whispered praises to a God neither of us believes in. It's simply pleasure. I can feel his seed hitting my ass as his entire body tenses just as wetness gushes out of my pussy, it's not the best orgasm I’ve ever had but it's making my body vibrate and my eyes heavy. he’s done what I need and now I can sleep. 

“Give me a second and I’ll rock your world.” Blue eyes slurs, it's a promise, I know he can’t fulfil it because I’ve seen what he’s packing below the belt. 

“I’m done. Piss off and let me sleep.” I mutter as I roll off his body and slump onto the bare mattress. I kick the knife with my foot; I can grab it if I need to but I think blue eyes knows danger when he sees it. 

“Bitch.” He snarls as he scoots off the bed; he grabs his jeans and boots, by the time I open my eyes to make sure he’s dressing, I’m alone in the room and I can finally rest.