The Seed Part 5 (For His Eyes Only)

He walked me over to the bed and I gazed at it trembling with anticipation and some fear. You would think my mind would be on what we were going to do, fuck like animals, like I wanted to, but I kept thinking where the hell do you buy round sheets?        
       
The bed was on a platform; two stairs that led to the round inviting playground of lavender silk. He held my hand delicately as he led me up the stairs. He let go and I walked around the bed slowly, trailing my hand across the beautiful silk. So pretty it is and I wondered what exactly was going to happen to me on this bed.        
       
“Take off your clothes slowly and look at me while you do it.”        
       
Now this is my specialty. A slow strip tease to tease my lover and entice him to ravage me. And my eyes, I know all about my eyes. How they speak directly to the soul and the groin. I slowly slipped out of the white lace robe. Running my fingertips over my shoulders and arms as the robe fell to the floor. I watched his eyes, unwavering in their desire. I reached behind my back and unhooked the white lace bra, allowing it to slowly fall from my breast and join the swath of white lace that is my robe laying at my feet. I turned around to show him my ass. The slit from the crotchless panties showing the plug he placed there minutes ago. I began to bed over to touch my toes, I wanted to wiggle my behind for him as I bent over, but the plug shifted again and I let out a sigh. My head was turned behind me looking at him and a satisfied smile spread across his scarred face. He watched me decide if I should bend down or just stand there. It felt as if hours ticked by as I felt the plug shifting with what seemed my every breath. If I turn around I will feel it and if I bend over I will feel it but will it come out? The delicious feeling between my nether cheeks was so delectable, but I decided to take a chance and bend over. Taking the risk that it may work it’s way out but knowing that if it does, he will insert it again and the thought of that was making my mind race. I’ve never used a plug before in my bum and I found it to be so arousing; the sensation was out of this world. I began slowly bending over, the pleasure so intense that for a second my eyes left him. That was my fatal flaw.        
       
“Stop,” he commanded and I froze. Half bent over and staring at the ground as the plug moved with every twitch of my now trembling body. “I told you to look at me. I told you there were consequences for not obeying me. Stand up.”        
       
I unconsciously squealed as I stood and the plug shot a vibration directly to my core. This was torture but I craved it. I craved what was coming next, the unknown. I think he knows that gets me off and he likes to watch me squirm with anticipation and fear. I know that gets him off, making us the perfect pair. I briefly thought about her, his woman, who left the bedroom early this morning and didn’t come back. She wasn’t witness to my pleasure earlier and when he claimed me. When I began undressing, I knew that the only thing left on me would be the collar and the thought of that made me want to smile. And for some unknown reason, it made me have butterflies in my chest.        
       
I was standing there with my head bowed and my eyes closed, gritting my teeth waiting for something to strike my skin. I imagined the first time he used the flogger and my unconscious response. I could feel the dampness between my thighs and the ache in my pussy. It felt like he was tugging on her telling her that he would take care of her and I involuntarily sighed. This man! I can’t get enough of him. I want him to crawl up inside me and take residence. But he didn’t move, didn’t touch me and didn’t make a sound.        
       
After a few agonizingly long minutes I felt his hand on my shoulder and the flight pressure he used to tell me to lay on the bed. My panties were still on and I wondered about that, about taking them off, but I laid in the bed and waited. I opened my arms a bit and shifted my ass to the side, forgetting the plug was there and my lower half convulsed as I heard him chuckle. When I laid down I turned to the side, resting one buttock in the bed before turning over. The sensations that shot through me were electrifyingly erotic. I didn’t think I could stand it but the ache, the pleasure and the intensity cried out asking me to take it.        
       
I languished on the bed and looked at him. Before his face became like a granite statue, I saw a flash of desire and tenderness in his eyes. I could swear he knew I saw that other emotion, the one I can’t quite place, and I tried to not look at him inquisitively.        
       
“Touch yourself,” he said in a low growl as suddenly the shades were drawn and a light above the bed came on. This is it? We’re not going to fuck?        
       
I began touching my face. I knew he thought I would go straight for my pearl, but suddenly, without reason, I felt in control. I’m going to do as he says, but my way.        
       
I let my fingertips trail across my forehead and lightly down the bridge of my nose before I caressed the right side of my face. I picked that side because that’s where his scar is. He never did tell me where it came from and when I asked, he left me to assume all kinds of tragic scenes. As I caressed my cheek ever so slowly, letting my manicured nails dance on my skin, I imagined myself caressing his face and I willed him to feel it.        
       
I began to slightly open my legs and turn myself so that I was on my back. When I felt the plug move, I arched my back and touched my lips. I let my fingers linger for a moment before I slightly kissed my index finger. I wanted the subtle hint of a kiss to be felt on his lips. With my back still arched, I trailed my fingers down the front of my throat, joining both hands at my collar and slightly squeezed it before they traveled to my breasts. I wanted him to see how much I cherish his ownership of me, how much I cherish him.        
       
My right hand traveled to my breast and I lightly grazed the side. It felt so sensual to do this for him and I found myself becoming lost in the sensations of my own hand. I caressed my breast is a slow circling pattern as I moved from the side to my areola. Around and around I moved my fingers, never touching my now hardened nipple. The denial was exquisite and I imagined the torture that his lovemaking brings. I left my other hand on my stomach, fingers pointing south all the while I reveling in my own touch.        
       
I didn’t realize that I had my eyes closed until they opened, looked to the light above and then out into the room searching for him. The light causing a temporary blindness, my search was for naught. I couldn’t see a thing. I wondered if he could feel the passion and sensuality I felt and I willed him to come to me. To join my hands and body in the erotic dance I was doing for him. I never expected it to work.        
       
He came into view on my left and his large warm hand rested on the hand on my stomach. The pressure of just his hand was so passionate even though that’s all he did when he approached. I looked into his eyes as my right hand left my breast, trailed down the side of my body and then went ever so slowly over his and then to my shaved mound. We were still looking into each others eyes, my back slight arched, my mouth slightly open as I reached my hand into my panties and found my pearl, our favorite gem. I sighed as his eyes darkened.        
       
He moved his hand from mine, and suddenly tore down my panties. The sensation that shot through my bottom was like a thousand lightening bolts. This was driving me insane. I thought I gained control, but as usual, he had other plans.        
       
He raked something over my stomach. It felt like tiny pin pricks tingling all over my abdomen. What is that? I’m sure my eyes questioned him, but his never answered. They bore a hole directly to my pussy and I opened my legs wider as I pressed on my clit. I was so wet. My fingers glided effortlessly over my folds and clit and I could feel the need for him build. Whatever he was raking over my skin felt electrifying and left goosebumps on my arms as I gasped and arched my back again.        
       
“Stop,” he growled. My hand froze and I slowly lowered my back against the silky sheets. I left my hand there, knowing he wanted me to ask him if I could continue to relieve this need in me.        
       
“No,” I heard as if he could read my thoughts, and I closed my eyes. The skin on my stomach and the goosebumps on my arms, the pressure in my bottom, the river threatening to overflow from my pussy and the urge to moan were so overpowering. I almost couldn’t stand it. Frozen in time in a space I have never been in before was terrifying and exciting and just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, I felt complete bliss. Nothing but silence, sensations and the need to release were suddenly calm and overpowering all at once. It seemed to go on forever, although looking back on it now, I’m sure it was only minutes. I entered a place in my head I have never been and that’s all I knew. The wonderment, the bliss, the ache and the want all at once.        
       
Somewhere along the line I felt his tongue on my clit. The warmth, the moistness, the pressure all putting me over the edge and I cried out as the river broke loose and overflowed into the satin sheets, my legs and his face. Over and over again my pussy contracted in soft billowy waves. This was not just multiple orgasms, it was, well, just was. There’s no word to describe it.        
       
I woke up in darkness. The light gone, the shades still drawn and in his strong muscular arms. The side of my face was on his chest and my legs were curled up at my side. I’ve never felt so warm, so protected, so loved. I listened to his slow even breathing and the slow even beating of his heart and was struck by the simplicity of the moment. Such a stark contrast to the man who now has ownership of my heart. Was he asleep or awake? It didn’t matter. I was exactly where I needed to be. Home.