(stalking, ex lovers, hate fuck, feet fetish, saliva fetishism, orgasm control, degrading, DS dynamic)
Her pupils dilated like a cat and she yanked her foot away from my grasp, leaving my hand hanging in the air like a beggar.
Oh, I had missed her so much!
She was playing with my heart, just as she used to.
After that, she gently slapped my cheek with her foot, and I could not help but smile, biting my lips. She was teasing me!
I sat like that for a few seconds before I clutched her foot, staring in her eyes and slowly brought it near my lips.
She was smirking, watching me while I planted a kiss on her toe again.
Once again, she took her foot away from me, and nudged my shoulder with her foot, making me fall back onto the floor, my palms against the floor.
I looked at her and she had that look in her eyes, they were speaking, 'do you really think, it's that easy?' I could almost hear her laughing at me, in my head.
I sat straight, smiling faintly and grasped her foot once again, this time with gentle fingers, letting her know the desire I had been holding inside my chest these past few weeks.
It was as if we were playing with each other, pushing and pulling each other like we had before, when we were together.
I looked at her, her foot near my lips and crunched my eyebrows, asking for her permission.
She breathed, tilted her head and faintly nodded, softening her eyes at me.
That was my answer.
Gently, at her approval, I pressed my lips to the bridge of her foot, finally.
Soft, her skin dazed me. I dragged my lips all over, feeling a sensation of satisfaction course over down my nerves.
I began sucking her toe and gazed at her, she was smirking, and softly whimpering.
Suddenly, she stood up, leaving me to wonder what just happened. I just had her foot in my hand and her toe in my mouth.
She did not give me a chance to even look at her and yanked me up. Then, she pushed me down on the mattress and asked. "Did you enjoy the meal?"
"I want more." I said, sitting up straight and instantly felt a slap across my cheek.
"I want more." I said and once again she slapped me.
I grasped my cheek and smiled at her, she rolled her eyes and removed her bra along with her pants.
"Take your pants off." She ordered, her tone still and cold, I stood up and removed my pants with my underwear.
"Lay there."
I looked back at the bed and smiled at her, eventually following her order.
"You're still the same." She said as she got onto the bed.
"You still like it." I smirked and felt another slap across my cheeks. "Am I lying— mistress?"
Sitting on my thighs, her eyes froze at me, I knew she liked hearing that.
Suddenly she wrapped her hands around my neck and bit my ear. "You don't have the right to call me that." She said and pressed her lips to mine.
I felt as if she was sucking air from my lungs. I was wrapping my hands around her waist, kissing her when she suddenly unsealed her lips from mine and pushed my hands away.
"Do not expect anything from me." She said as she grasped my cock with the other hand while the right one held my throat down onto the mattress.
"Then why am I here?" I moaned, feeling her slowly take my cock, inch by inch. She was still so tight and warm, the best pussy I have ever had.
"I don't — know." She whimpered, as she slowly began riding me.
"Aghh – at least, please let me call you miss. You — know I can't do it the other way." I moaned, feeling her soft insides gently stroke my cock, up and down.
"You're still that pathetic bitch." She grunted and slapped me.
"Aghh, please slap me again, miss!" I moaned, relishing the pain of her hand around my neck and on my cheek.
"Bitch!" She grunted and slapped me again, "open your mouth."
I quickly obliged, opened my mouth, and watched her saliva seep in my mouth and gulped it down.
Then I felt her hands lift me up, "do you want me to thrust it in?" I asked.
She didn't say anything, she just wrapped her hands around my neck and slowly rode my cock, digging her nails into my back and kissing my neck.
"Mistress. Let me — Let me thrust it into you." I whimpered, pulsating inside her, feeling every corner of her pussy.
"Shut up!" She sealed my mouth with her palm and raised the speed of her hips. The sound of her hips slapping against my thighs began echoing, making me feel like I would orgasm right that second.
"I'm gonna cum!" I moaned and her pussy began tightening around my cock.
"You're not cuming!" She growled and suddenly lifted her hips from my dick, leaving me to quiver and whimper from not being able to orgasm.
"See. You're not cuming." She chuckled, and inserted my dick inside her, riding me just as fast as she was.
I muffled, trying to inform her that my balls were begging to be emptied, but she already knew it and once again she lifted her hips from my dick and left me to quiver from the need to orgasm.
It continued, and I grew into a mess, laid back onto the mattress, whimpering and quivering.
"Look at you." She moaned, and inclined her face near me, her hair scattered onto my face like silk threads.
"You still want to orgasm?" She grunted, riding my cock, I had lost the count to tell you which turn it was.
"Y-yes." I gasped, plating her hand from my chest to my neck. "Please!"
"Tell me this is the last time you will ever show me your face." She tightened her fingers around my neck. I gazed at her, astounded to hear such a thing at such a time, also aware of it to be the right thing, "Yes — this is the last time."
"Cum!" She growled and her hips halted, her whole body quivering along mine as I orgasmed inside her, wrapping her in my arms when her body fell upon mine.
"I never — want to see your face." She muttered, and released her hand from throat.
"I – never want to see your face as well." I whimpered, still cuming.
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