Sojourn
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His teeth clamp lightly on my bottom lip, His calm, decisive command to "stop!" mocking the wanton abandon of my body. I gasp when His teeth sink deeper into sensitive skin and I slow my rhythm my body begging for more, eager for the peak that feels so close. He removes the panties slowly, raising them to His lips, a soft kiss to the silky material before tucking them into the inside pocket of his jacket. I stand a quivering, trembling, wanton ache as his hands straighten my disheveled appearance, a nod of approval, the faintest gleam of admiration, in His eyes as He leads me toward dinner.
Dinner, as usual, was it's exquisite progression of superb flavors and textures, save a few of the more traditional dishes, which Master enjoys, I think, to watch me as I struggle not to grimace...chickens feet, soup with fish eyeballs floating in it... He sits, sensually feline, on a cushion on the floor, while to his right, I kneel, the low table in front of us covered in rice paper. I am grateful for my experiences in the far east, and the early use of chopsticks, when I am with Him, here, my gaze taking in the covert, and mostly not covert glances from the Chinese cliental, always curious about a white man who speaks their language.
My eyes fall on the woman who passed us on the way in, just as He is offering a tidbit of pork to my lips, my distraction gaining His attention and a small grin as He glances over at the couple, staring directly at us. I linger over the end of the chopsticks, their smooth bone finish sliding gently against my lips, watching Master's smile widen, grinning in contentment back at Him. We play, subtle games with the food and the utensils as the meal progresses, aware of the growing fascination of the Caucasian couple. Funny thing about the far east...its people will stare, intently, and comment, rudely, at foreign strangers...but when things turn sensual, they are implicit about providing a sense of...privacy...while just the opposite seems to be true for westerners.
Master had been sharing the occasional comment He'd overhear, for my benefit, adding laughter to our play. We share the warm, wet towel, the sensual play of fingers twining, stroking promising so much more, later, the intimacy between us reaching a level that is breathtaking. I can feel the flush of the spices from dinner mingling with the arousal His gaze, His caresses have been stoking all night long, and beg Him, with my eyes, to ...do something about it.
Chuckling, He pulls me close, whispering in my ear, asking me if it was unbearable yet; to which I replied, knowing how much further He can take me, honestly. "Beautiful." His eyes on mine, "for your honesty, delicious tramp, you may go to the ladies room. Stroke yourself three times, from MY dripping cunt to MY hungry clit, then plunge two fingers deep into my cunt. Repeat this, until you shiver on the very edge...then wait...stop...return to me."
I stand, trembling with the impact of His words, turning away...His voice, low and husky around my name draws me back to Him. In His hands, drawn from His coat pocket, are my panties. I kneel before Him, shaken, hungry, His lips at the corner of my mouth, His whisper "I will take them off, myself" leaving me a puddle of urgent, greedy arousal.
I walk, dreamily, hips swaying, toward the ladies room, reveling in the quiet solitude on the inside, the soft smell of incense around me as I lock myself in a stall, fingers greedily pushing my dress up over my hips. I follow his demands, to the letter...straining, aching for release at the very, very edge of climax within just a few minutes, my panting breath audible to my own ears. Also audible, is the outside door opening and quietly shutting, and it is really no surprise, as I walk out of the stall, panties in place over hungry, wanton flesh, that I encounter the Caucasian woman from the table across the room. I drop my gaze from hers, quickly, a small blush staining my cheeks as I take in my reflection, disheveled, in the mirror.
Straightening my dress, my hair, washing my hands, I wait, hoping for her to speak...and for a moment I think she almost did...but the moment slides away and she goes toward the stall, I toward the door. Master is standing near the pond, facing me, as I come out...His satisfaction immediately apparent in His expression, along with a lifted eyebrow, which I understand almost immediately. I shake my head as I walk toward Him.
"Pity, she might have been...amusing." I smile at His look, still searching, as He has done from the beginning, for some small indication of rebellion or jealousy, which of course, He's never found.
"I thought, for a moment, beloved...but *shrugging*...she never spoke."
"Adored, aching tramp...I am pleased to see the sway in your hips...and the hunger in your eyes. I would have known, otherwise. " My smile is soft, full of adoration as I nod, understanding what He hasn't said...and we leave, heading back to the hotel.
The rest of the evening is a blur of intense, hard, physical session. He restrains me, ankles and wrists, exploring my hunger with anything and everything at hand. I am His slut for double penetration, enjoying the sensation of such complete fullness to an almost frightening degree. Writhing beneath his palm, and then the leather of one of His belts, we explore the pleasure/pain response, building it higher until I beg Him to stop, soft tears spilling down rosy cheeks... I kneel, I crawl, I hold one pose for nearly an hour; hot wax dripping from a lighted candle over the sensitive skin of my calves...begging, pleading for the key to my release. As it turns out, an explicit verbal description of what I would have liked to do with the woman in the bathroom proves to be just what he was waiting for.
After such, nearly six hours after returning to the room, he permits me my first climax, which reduces me to tears, whimpers and finally pleas for more. Then, catching the second wave of response he brings me back up, eager, greedy, anxious for more...to cum, again, and again, for His pleasure. Fact or fantasy *smile*...I never kiss and tell :)
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Keywords: Sojourn,