Wanton Flame

It happens unexpectedly. We look at each other. I see a glimmer in His eyes. I feel the change in myself. Something in His eyes have changed, something in there ignites the flame of submissiveness inside me.

I bow my head. He turns me around, my back against His chest. His hand covers my breast. Squeezes. Finds my nipple. Pinches. He pushes the bands of my night dress off my shoulders, pushes my nightdress down over my breasts, pulls it down over my hips and drops it to the floor. Both His hands now covers my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I moan. He hurts my nipples. He hurts my breasts. He feels my wetness. My excitement. My want. My need.

He pushes me onto the bed, on my hands and knees. I gasp as he simultaneously pushes finger into my ass and pussy. Soon I am begging Him to give me permission to climax. My orgasm grips His fingers inside me and as He pulls them from me, He smacks my bottom a couple of times. Quick. Hard.

“Wait for me,” He says just before He leaves the room, “I’m not done with you yet.”

So I wait…

Waiting for Him to return

© Rebel’s Notes

PS: This week’s prompt for Wank Wednesday was #flame