To Hear You Moan Pt. 04

(Previously on To Hear You Moan.. A one night stand becomes a second and now a third. Our exploration of control and submission continues, discovering that a little pain enhances the pleasure. Will you endure the soft edging and lose yourself in the pleasure I can provide you? Or will I deny you the release you desperately crave?)

Over breakfast we talk about our time last night.. what we enjoyed, how we reacted to everything, what we would change. Most importantly, how we both felt during and after.

We both enjoy cuddling, feeling supported and cared for. Falling asleep in each other's arms feels right, as does speaking like this when we wake.

You tell me how much you like the overwhelming sensations and the feeling of your entire body being touched and adored rather than only the obvious erogenous zones. Your shoulders lift slightly and a furrow creases your brows.

'I'd like to experience more if you are willing.' you say, swallowing a bit of toast.

I ask what the term "more" means to you.

You tell me that you would like to feel a little pain mixed with softness.

I sip my tea as I consider your words, your desire for contrasting feeling, and the slight tension it seemed to cause in your body. I recall the flogger I was shown at the toy shop last time I visited; how it could create both pleasure and pain.

'I don't want to spank with my hand, and I don't think I'd enjoy pinching either.' I reply.

I pause before I ask, 'Do you want to go to a store with me? We could pick out something together.'

You shake your head and smile. 'I'd rather be surprised, like with the feathers.'

I remind you of your hesitation with the ankle cuffs and you remind me how I helped you through that anxiety.

'You're putting a lot of trust in me,' I say, 'and I am trusting you to tell me before anything gets too intense.'

I reach across the table and let my fingers lightly touch your wrist.

You smile, 'Yes, Mistress.'

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The days blend together and a stressful week has passed before my phone chirps with a notification. My mood is instantly lifted as I read the message from you; 'I will beg for your attention if you wish.'

I can't help but smile. I had been considering sending you a message tonight and I reply immediately.

'Do you really want to spend a night on edge?'

You respond quickly, 'Yeah, I can't stop thinking about how you make me feel. Please, will you let me be your toy again?'

'My place at 8 tonight.'

I'm dressed in a nearly translucent silk negligee when you walk in the door. It covers enough to curb my self consciousness while still looking sexy. Placing my fingers gently on your lips I guide you to the center of my bedroom.

'First,' I say softly, 'I'm going to peel off your shirt.'

I kiss your exposed skin as I release each button and I murmur, 'It's almost a shame to strip you, the shirt fits so well.. but..'

When your shirt is undone I wrap my arms around your waist and look up at you. I dip my tongue into your belly button, grinning at the sharp breath as you shiver.

'... but you are too delicious to keep hidden.' I say as I stand up.

I walk to the overstuffed chair facing my bed and sit with my legs curled under me.

'I want to watch you slowly strip out of your jeans. I want to watch you move.'

I pause and with a slightly shy expression say, 'I've craved you.'

A faint blush colours your cheeks but your smile is eager as your hands glide down your chest. You slide the shirt off your shoulders and stretch as the shirt falls to the floor. My eyelids flutter with pleasure and I smile in encouragement.

Your hips roll as you slowly shift while undoing the pant's buttons. Rocking back and forth you eventually draw down your jeans. I'm watching with rapt attention; your obvious enjoyment of performing for me and your confidence is exhilarating. You move in a slow circle as you flex and shift your body. You kick off your jeans and bend to remove your socks. I really want to squeeze your ass but hold myself back, barely.

Slowly you turn again to face me and your cock is jutting obscenely in your boxers. I beckon you to take a step closer.

I run my hand from balls to tip through your boxers then smile and whisper, 'You are perfect.'

A dark spot spreads on the grey cotton as a bead of precum seeps from your excited cock.

I look up, 'So eager.'

Grinning I ask, 'Did I make you wait too long?'

Your eyes spark with excitement. You shift from foot to foot while I savour the anticipation smoldering between us.

'It's your turn to tease,' I say, 'I want to feel it in my breath before I touch you again.'

As you take a step back you stretch one arm up, holding your elbow with the other hand. Back arching slightly you bend to the side with a little groan at the stretch. I barely keep myself from biting my lip while trying to look impassive, I want to see what you will do next. Your lips twitch in a smile and I lean back in the chair.

You lower your arm and hook your thumb into the band of your boxer briefs, shifting it down just enough to tease that adonis line further into sight. You run your other hand over your chest and straight down your stomach trailing your fingertips through your treasure trail.

My fingers slide up my thigh and rest under the thin fabric of the negligee. I bite my lip again as your hip slowly comes into view. My eyes are locked on your finger. Your hips rock as you pull the side down a little further; I can see the trimmed hair at your pubic bone now.

You release the band and slide your hand to the other hip, then pause. After a moment of stillness I glance up to see a mischievous glint in your eye; you are clearly enjoying this as much as I am.

Smiling in appreciation I adjust my position to cross my legs, the toes of one foot press to the floor. I lift my chin, smiling, and flick my fingers in a "carry-on" gesture. As you tug down the side of your boxers the first side slides up. I let out a soft puff of laughter.

'You are good at teasing me.' I muse.

You grin and run your hands up then back down your chest eventually leaving one resting over a nipple as the other slides down your thigh. Your hand moves to cup your balls and you stroke yourself twice over the soft fabric. When you finally let your boxers hit the floor, your cock springs free and I see my hunger mirrored in your face.

With half-lidded eyes I feel a soft sighing moan leave my lips. You shift from one foot to the other, flexing your cock for my enjoyment. My mind whirls in anticipation. I press my hand to my wet panties and move my fingers in soft slow circles. Your cock bobs again and my nipples tighten, showing clearly through the thin fabric of the lingerie.

'Come closer,' I say, 'I want to taste how eager you are.'

I reach forward and my tongue flickers at your cock head. I taste your precum and a moan escapes us both. 'You are delicious. Stroke slowly for me and give me another taste.'

Your hand moves languidly along your cock. My eyes lock onto yours and I mouth the words, 'good boy' silently. Your body shivers slightly as you recognize the phrase and another bead of precum oozes from the slit.

I lift my chin, mouth slightly open and tongue flat against my bottom lip. But my lips shift to a grin at your hopeful expression and I only drag a finger across your glistening tip; as I pull my finger away I smile at the string of precum. I suck my finger while staring at you. The thin string falls away, sticking to your cock. Holding your gaze I press my tongue flat against the base and slide it up along the underside of your shaft. I savour the feel of the thick vein, the twitch, and your long breath. Then I tell you to take two steps backwards.

I stand and sway my hips. 'Thank you for the show,' I smile, 'You are truly gorgeous. The way you move...'

I let the word linger as I stretch. My hand moves away from my soaked panties and I let that piece of fabric modesty slip to the floor.

I press my slick fingers to your chest guiding you back to the bed, I do not release the pressure until you fall back with a thump. The soft mattress cushions any jolt but your startled grin gives me another smile.

I lean over your body and let the silk of my lingerie slide across the tip of your cock. My hands glide up your thighs and hips to rest on your chest; I kiss your collarbone and up your neck.

I whisper in your ear, breathy enough to tickle, 'I've missed you.'

I run my fingers through your soft hair and stroke along your jaw. Pulling your chin up slightly I press my lips to yours and immediately the kiss is intense.

'Tell me what you want.' I say a moment later, brushing my lips against yours.

'I want to moan for you, I want to beg for you.'

'That's my pleasure.' I say.

I straddle you as my hands roam your body, caressing your arms and sides. I lean back and run my palms down your thighs. I roll my hips to grind your cock head against my clit and tease you at my entrance. Your thigh glistens where I slide away to stand at the foot of my bed.

'Get on your knees facing the headboard, grip it tight.' My voice cuts through the quiet.

I watch the muscles of your shoulders and back flex as you move to your knees. You crawl forward to face the headboard and a low moan escapes my lips; your eager compliance reaches something deep inside me.

Seeing you kneeling on my bed is.. well.. I don't have the words. I watch as you shift and settle into the most comfortable position you can find and just as you are about to turn your head to look back at me, I kneel behind you. You are facing the large window overlooking the city from my eighth-floor condo. We look at each other's reflection in the glass.

I run my hands up your back, palms pressing either side of your spine. My nails scratch lightly as they move around to your chest then slide down. With splayed fingers I map your waist and run my hands across your ass. You flex at my touch and I give each cheek a light squeeze.

Then I press close, our bodies molding together and the heat of your back warming my breasts.

My nipples brush your shoulder as I stand and lean over you. I watch your reflection in the window as your eyes flick from my lips to my breasts and back again.

I savour the feel of your body as I take my time caressing you from shoulders to hips. When my nails trail down your ribs, you shudder. When my hands come to rest over your nipples they harden, and I roll them lightly between my fingers. When my hair falls forward and tickles your back, you shiver.

I pull away leaving only my hands touching you. They roam slowly down your chest and I trace the contours with my fingers as I glide further. I find those delicious v-lines and moan again as I follow them down.

Without warning I slap the skin on either side of your cock, light and sharp.

Your quick inhalation accompanies your hips jerking. That breath becomes a moan as the tip of your cock touches the cold wood of my headboard.

'Do you like that little sting?' I whisper behind your ear.

Before you can answer I place my hand on your neck and you drop your head back. With your throat exposed beneath my grasp, I press gently. You arch your back, arms outstretched and grip tightening on my headboard. I hum behind your ear as my other hand drifts up your back. I feel your stuttered moan as I press light kisses along your neck.

I look at our reflection in the glass again. Your face is tipped back towards the ceiling; my small hand resting on your throat. Your shoulders are taught, arms trembling slightly as you grip my headboard. Your back remains arched as you wait.

I increase the pressure on your neck slightly, just enough to feel your adam's apple bob beneath my palm.

'Look at our reflection.' I say.

You raise your head smoothly, my hand on your neck giving no resistance.

I speak into the space between our locked gaze, 'You let me hold all of you in my hand. That trust.. it undoes me.'

I relax my hand and slide it down to your chest, feeling the rise and fall as your breath releases some of the tension in your shoulders. With soft slow care I kiss and nibble your neck and shoulders- giving you time to settle into that place of strength and surrender.

In a smooth motion I drop to my knees behind you. My arms snake around your waist and I grasp your cock; you coil forward. I continue trailing kisses along your shoulders as my hands begin slowly pressing and rolling along all the sensitive spots I've found that make your breath hitch.

Even knowing I'm not going to let you cum so quickly your body reacts to my fingers and you feel your balls begin to tighten beneath my touch. You sigh as I move off the bed.

I pick up the pheasant and peacock feathers from my nightstand, you look over at me with anticipation. As I pick up a suede tipped riding crop your eyes widen slightly. I sit beside you on the bed.

There is a touch of nerves in your expression as I thwack the crop against my bare calf. Enough pressure to make my muscle twitch but not hard enough to leave a mark.

I have practiced this on myself for days. With each flick and caress, with each practiced angle and impact I've gained confidence that I can create the sensations you crave. I hit my leg again, a little harder.

'Unless we discuss this more,' I say, 'I won't use it any harder tonight. You promised to say the word before anything becomes too much.'

You nod and I put the crop on the bed between us. I flutter the peacock feather along that sensitive place where your ass and spine curve. Your body convulses with the tickle, a reminder that softness can still overwhelm.

'Or I can stick to feathers, what are you craving tonight?'

I trail the pheasant feather along your ribs and you shiver, coiling forward again.

As you close your eyes your head tips back into the sensation.

'I want both,' you say softly, 'please.'

I pick up the crop and thwack it against my leg again. The sound is sharper than the light sting and your shoulders tense again. I'm not sure if it is anticipation or anxiety so I move slowly. I rely on our trust but I also watch you.

I run the peacock feather along your shoulders and follow the tickle with soft kisses. Then I trail the crop from your foot up along your calf and raise it from your skin. Your calf muscles tighten, expecting the slap. But I press the crop against the back of your knee and run the feather down your ribs. You shiver again and I slide the crop up and down your calves and feet while I shift to kneel behind you.

I sit back on my knees and kiss your shoulder blades, loving the stretch of them as your hands remain firmly on the headboard. I lay down the feathers and crop so my hands can roam and massage your arms, back, shoulders, ass, and thighs. Then I lean forward against you, breasts pressed to your back, and slide my hand around your hip to your cock.

I trail my fingers up and down your shaft and squeeze in a soft slow rhythm. I feel you throb in my hand and I lean forward to whisper, 'Kiss me.'

You turn your head and press your lips to mine, it starts soft and slow as we tease each other. Small darting movements of our tongues and gentle bites; as though chasing each other.

I forget to breathe as the intensity of the kiss increases. Letting you lead the passionate kiss I raise the crop and let it slap down against your thigh.

You gasp into my mouth and I hit the same spot twice more, each time just a little harder. I slide the crop down your thigh and calf, you break off the kiss and moan as the crop lands lightly on the ball of your foot.

Your cock jerks in my hand with every light sting and my fingers circling the tip are slick with precum. I bite your shoulder lightly and lean back.

'Is this what you want?' I ask softly.

I flick the tip of the pheasant feather between your shoulder blades followed by a sharp tap of the crop in the same spots.

Your voice is low and steady as you say, 'Yes, Mistress.'

I trace the lines of your shoulders with the feather and slide the crop down your ribs slowly. I alternate the crop's pressure from a touch to a gentle pat. Maintaining a slow steady pace I move down to your hips and across your ass.

Without warning, I give your ass cheek a sharp slap with the crop. You jerk forward and gasp, your cock taps the headboard again just as you moan from a second identical sting.

I trail the pheasant feather down your spine eliciting a full-body shudder. A whine escapes your lips as the crop slaps down your ribs.

I flicker the tip of the feather between your thighs until the sensation becomes too much and you squirm, trying to get away.

Your breath stutters out in a quick 'ah ah ah' as you feel 3 stings on your inner thighs.

The feather goes back between your thighs and tickles your balls and taint causing you to moan out, 'Oh fuck, not again.'

I tap the crop just above your ass and you twitch, your legs tremble slightly. A soft whimper escapes your mouth at the relentless movement of the feather.

Finally I drag the feather down your thigh and place it on the bed. I move beside you and capture your mouth in a kiss.

I tap the crop slowly and gently up your thigh, once at your hip the pressure alternates again. Your stomach receives one hard slap, you grunt, and I alternate between touch and gentle taps as I move higher. I love this exploration, learning you, discovering how your body reacts.

I pick up the peacock feather and let it flutter over your cock, this makes you moan and buck your hips. You grunt as the crop lightly slaps your nipple. I press the hilt of the crop under your chin and gently lift your head back, your back arches again exposing more of your chest to me. I lean around you to kiss and suck the nipple I slapped as I tap the crop along your lower back. The feather flutters up and down your cock, wet with precum.

I slide the tip of the crop around your body tracing your v lines and move the damp peacock feather to flutter back and forth across your nipples and exposed neck. Without warning I slap the crop on your inner hip, barely missing your cock. You jerk forwards and yelp.

Hissing out a low, 'Fuuuuuck.' Your body strains to curl forward protectively, your hands never release my headboard.

I let the crop rest on the tip of your cock and you swear again expecting a slap. I slide it down your shaft to the base and gently tap your balls. Your breathing is shallow, quick breaths huff out as the crop taps methodically back and forth on your inner thighs.

As I let the crop brush your taint you grit out, 'I need to cum.'

I run the tip of the crop up and down your cock and tell you to be patient. Your body is tense waiting for the next slap but all I do is press the crop gently against the tip and then continue sliding the soft leather up and down your shaft. Your body begins to relax until I snap it against your thighs, ass, and lower back in quick succession.

'Oh fuck,' you gasp out. You take a deep breath and say, 'Please, let me cum.'

'No.' I say.

I press my body against you and wrap one hand around your cock while quickly flicking the crop up and down your stomach and chest. When you tremble I feel a trickle of moisture slide down my thigh.

'Keep holding back, I know you can last a little longer.'

Your voice cracks when my thumb rubs up and down your glans, you beg to cum but I stop. My fingers are poised to stroke but you whimper and your cock jerks.

'Nooo!' Cum slides out the tip and down your shaft with that single anguished word.

I kiss the back of your neck and whisper, 'You did so well.'

Your body is trembling as you react to the ruined orgasm, head down and breaths ragged. I trail my hands up along your arms and entwine our fingers.

'You let me tease you for so long, you are so good to me.' I whisper in your ear as I kiss and nibble your delicious body.