Proserpina
Lucien emerged from the elevator and I noted that despite the long day, he looked…
Charged.
A Sexually predatory aura hung about my lover.
I trembled in immediate response, feeling the heat flood between my thighs in anticipation…
He met my eyes and we stood for a while, just staring at each other. I felt my breath quicken at the expression in his eyes. The hunger, the heat.
it had been a long while since I had slept with him in the true sense of the word and after this morning at the clinic, I felt eager to touch him, this lover of mine, to feel his rough lovemaking on my pliant, welcoming body.
Lucien stepped forward, taking off his jacket as he walked, unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes on me. I stepped back. “Lucien,’ I whispered and he was beside me in a moment, his mouth slanting on mine, tongue probing. Wildly. Taking charge.
I let my hands move up his shoulders into his hair as he pressed my body to the wall forcing me to tilt my head as he held the nape of my neck, a hand seeking my full breasts, running his thumb over my erect nipple.
With a practised hand, he moved further down and I mewled as his hand parted my thighs, slapping me lightly between my legs as he held me, prisoner. I moaned as his fingers slipped inside my moist womanhood.
‘Dripping wet for me, eh sl*t?’ he growled hoarsely and I whimpered as he lowered his head to my mouth again, nipping cruelly at my plump lower lip, making me melt against him, in a harsh kiss that left me breathless.
His hand was moving, within me and I felt my hips begin to buck in tandem.
‘Ah, such an eager little bi*ch in heat, ‘ he grunted in appreciation as he pressed his erection against my belly urgently.
I became aware that we were in the corridor, remembering with horror that there were cameras about.
“Lucien,’ I murmured, against his throat, licking it feverishly, tasting my lover, ‘the cameras!’
He laughed, a gruff laugh. ‘Little one,’ he said softly, cupping my face in his hands gently and I could smell the whiskey on his breath as he kissed me gently,
‘I had them turned off for the night; till I am done f*cking you.’
As I blushed, he went on, murmuring, his hands forcing my old night shirt off my shoulders,
‘After a long time, I am going to be f*cking my woman.’ And he inhaled loudly as my plump breasts sprang free, thick nipples erect and firm.
He lifted one large breast in his hand and brought his mouth to my nipple. I trembled, naked, sick with desire as he twisted one cruelly and I moved to touch him, longing to feel the length of him, the slick hardness.
But my Master shook his head as he bent his head, his tongue circling my nipple slowly, making me shudder.
“Please,’ I begged him ardently, “Lucien, I want you…’ I yelped as he bit my tender nub and he growled against my flesh,
‘When I decide, wh*re.’
I whimpered, as he shifted his attention to the other breast, toying with me and my throbbing nipple. I knew that I was wet, soaking wet by now and panting as he raised his head, eyes glinting dangerously.
‘I can never get enough of your tits,’ he growled, his voice hoarse with passion.’
He flicked a finger at the damp, sensitive nub and I jumped, gasping in shock. He smiled and pressed into me.
“When I saw that f*cker touching you this morning…’ his tone had altered, silky and dangerous.
I looked into his eyes, vulnerable and longing to have him take me.
‘Don’t…Lucien, Sir, please…”
“Little sl*t. Tease.’
He grunted and I placed my hands on his chest.
“May I take off your shirt?’ I asked softly and he nodded, his eyes on my erect nipples.
I shuddered with passion as he touched first one, then the other. They were damp with his suckling and I sighed.
*
Lucien had a fascination for my breasts. I remember he had asked once, as we lay sated after our heated lovemaking,
“What is the size of your f*cking tits, woman?’ His voice had been hungry. I blushed, ‘I… have always been top- heavy…” I whispered trying to pull the sheet over my body but he had tossed it away savagely, raising himself on an elbow to look at me.
His eyes had moved down to my quivering body and that was enough.
The sight of my large breasts, wobbling in anticipation had been his undoing. With a coarse oath, he had immediately straddled me, holding my hands captive as he growled. ‘I love those fat tits of yours, woman. When you walk, when they jiggle’ and he lowered his head to suckle for my nipples had hardened at his words,
‘Every man lusts after you,’ he growled,’ But only I will get to suck them and f*ck them, to punish them as I wish.’
Breathless with need, I had whispered, ‘yes, oh, yes…’
“F*ck, I want to f*ck you then…’.
*
Lucien was now standing bare-chested and savage looking in his ardour but I was feeling wanton. Daringly, I bent my head to take a flat nipple in my mouth, licking, sucking and then biting him, teasing him.
“Little c*nt.’ he whispered hoarsely, gripping a handful of my unbound hair and I shivered.
“On your knees, b*tch,’ he went on savagely, ‘Take out my c*ck, take my c*ck in your slut*y mouth.’
I sank weakly to the carpeted floor as he stood, towering over me, eyes narrowed, his face hard.
I slowly undid his trousers, reverentially taking out his stiff c*ck, unable to stifle the moan as I saw it, dripping with pre-cum. Long and thick, the veins prominent, the mushroom head swollen and taut as I kissed the lip lovingly, worshipping my Master’s body.
Without waiting for his permission, I eagerly leant over and licked it and then, he was in my mouth, making me gag as he held my head forcefully, his thick member deep in my throat. I hummed, taking care to breathe slowly as I sucked him eagerly, in the way I knew he enjoyed best and then, I was lost as he f*cked my face fiercely.
Suddenly, I felt his body stiffen and then, he was emptying his cum in my mouth, ropes of it and I swallowed it, loving him…