The Sub

You finally arrive home after a long day at work. You open the door, and as you walk in, your are greeted with the nice aroma of dinner being cooked and music playing loud in the kitchen. Your eyes fall upon a sight that you were not expecting. I’m at the stove, in a jean mini skirt and a sexy top that is very revealing, dancing and singing to the music. You come up behind me, wrap your arms around my waist, alternating between kissing/licking/sucking my neck and nibbling my earlobe. I put everything into serving dishes with you clung to me, then I lift my arms up and wrap them around your neck, my hands rubbing the back of your neck, head, and ears. I feel you growing hard against my booty and gasp as one your right hand starts to slowly run up and down my inner thigh, going just a tad higher every time you go up until your fingers are brushing against my panties covered pussy. Finally, you start rubbing my pussy, causing me to moan quietly and my hips involuntarily buck gently. “Yes baby,” you purr into my ear as your fingers move my soaked panties to the side and slowly insert two fingers into my very wet pussy, starting a rhythmic and sensual assault on it, causing me to breathe heavily and moan like crazy. “What a good girl,” you purr, fingering me a little faster. Right when I am about to cum, you pull out and suck my juices off your finger before fixing a plate and sitting down at the table. I lean against the counter, feeling very frustrated and shocked.

I regain my senses and make my own plate. You gaze at me as you take a bite, as if expecting me to make a scene. But, as I have learned, I say nothing. I make no fuss of the orgasmic denial that has just occurred. I sit down at my spot next to you at the table. I rest my hand on your thigh and affectionately rub it as I lean in for a kiss that you return. I remove my hand, and our concentration turns to our meal and a conversation of how our day went. As I’m talking, your hand mysteriously appears on my thigh. I continue talking, attempting to ignore the desire that is burning in my groin. Your hand, once again, starts rubbing my inner thigh, causing my breathing to hitch. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply to control the urge to moan. But you continue, knowing exactly what you are doing to me. And as before, your hand finds my soaked pussy, your fingers repeating their previous assault. I lean back into my chair, lay my head back, close my eyes, moaning and fully enjoying what is being done to me, foolishly thinking that you are going to allow me to cum this time. But once again, you pull out right before I’m about to cum. A small frustrated grunt escapes my lips. You tell me to go to the bedroom, get into position, and shackle myself up to the floor.

I do as I am told, taking off my panties and setting them on the bed before getting into position, waiting patiently and as horny as ever, ready to please you and do whatever you told me to do. A minute or so later, you walk in and sit on the bed in front of me, your hard cock taking up my whole view. I get even hornier and wetter in excitement, wanting to take you all in my mouth. You lean back on the bed and I immediately know what you want without any explanation. I lean forward and wrap my lips around you, taking as much of you in my mouth as I can. I start a painfully slow pattern of sucking, feeling your cock throb in my mouth. The more you throb, the faster I go, until you shoot a load into my mouth, and I swallow everything.