Final Chapter – Leave Taking – Mine
Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.
Your breath against my neck this morning reminds me of our night. I can feel myself flush at the memory even as my nipple hardens in the palm of your hand. You are holding me in tightly against you, our naked bodies sharing heat, your arm wrapped around me cupping my breast, your dick nestled between the checks of my ass, prodding at the entrance of my pussy as it begins to grow hard with my movements. I find comfort knowing we have slept this way all night, wrapped around each other.
When we returned home last night, I was exhausted by the day. We shared a late night snack and showered together, you were gentle with me. Perhaps seeing the confusion in my heart, you petted me into softness and rest, wrapping yourself around me and letting me feel the strength of your arms as I drifted into sleep. Now with the dawn, I can only wonder if you have more games in store or if our final day together will be of a different nature. The idea of leaving the warmth of our shared bed, the strength of your arms is unappealing to me this morning, so I push myself back into you, pulling your arms tighter around me.
“Baby Girl, are you awake so early?”
“Yes, I was watching the sun come up and thinking of your leaving today. I wish you weren’t going.”
“I know, it is time though, and I will be back again. It is not forever. You have been so good this trip. I am proud of you, proud you are mine.”
“How could I be anyone else’s, My? You found me.”
You gently stroke my neck with your lips, kissing from just behind my ear to my shoulder; sucking the skin between your teeth. Your arm tightens around me, pulling me even closer and I feel you hardening against me as my clit begins to dance against the head of your dick, with each slight movement of your hips, a soft moan brushes across my lips as my hips pick up your gentle rhythm.
“Are you okay this morning, Cara? Is there something you would like, some coffee perhaps?”
“No, not right now. I think I would like instead to lie here with you. Coffee can wait. I think I would like to make love or whatever you would like, My Beloved Master.”
“Uh-huh, I think we will make this morning for you, my sweet Cara. Remember though, some rules still apply, no matter what your orgasms belong to me.”
As these words are spoken, you roll me to my back and stare down into my eyes, bending down and kissing the side of my jaw and then with your teeth, pulling on one of the loops in my ears as you brush the hair out of my face. You sit up on your knees and straddle my hips so I am staring up at you, your eyes never leaving mine, the smile on your face is gentle as you draw my arms up above my head and attach the cuffs we have never taken down to my wrists.
“Are you comfortable, Cara?”
“Yes, My, I am fine.”
I continued to stare up at you, your secretive smile, your beautiful hooded eyes held secrets, too. Even with the secrets though, I trusted you with all of me, knowing you would not hurt me yourself and would let no harm come to me from anywhere else. You had breached my walls and found my secret self; I was transformed in your presence.
I watched as you grabbed a pillow, lifting my head and shoulders slightly raising me off the bed. Then you grabbed the wedge pillow from the floor, lifting yourself from my hips as you positioned the pillow underneath me, lifting my hips high and forcing my legs wide apart, providing you a view of a pussy already glistening with juices, simply from wanting you.
“Can you hold yourself like this sweetheart or do you need help?”
“Please, My. I will hold anything if you will make love to me now, please.”
“Greedy, Cara, always with demands, aren’t you? Not yet though, not yet. Answer the question, please.”
“Yes, I can hold myself this way. The pillow helps.”
From between my legs you kneel, looking down at me reaching for my breasts you lift them, twisting nipples until they are hard. Finally, you lean forward to take first one nipple than the other into your warm mouth pulling, engulfing each one and flicking across with your tongue even as you bite down. Your position puts the head of your dick just where I want it as you tease me by moving your hips in small circles at my entrance, rubbing across my clit as you do. I rise up to try to take more of you.
I feel your soft laughter even as you pull back, drawing yourself back onto your knees. I am mad with want for you as your free hand draws down my side and pushes my hip down into the pillow holding me to stillness. Your other hand slowly releases the breast it has been holding, running the flat of your palm down the center of my ribs the center of my mons Venus, pushing open my labia and with your thumb beginning the same circle rhythm, this time holding my hips immobile.
My soft moans fill the room. The scent of me fills the air.
“Look at me, Cara. Keep your eyes open. This is making love.”
I look back up at you, my eyes opening to watch you as you pull me closer to the orgasm you have commanded me not to have without your permission. My body is straining with desire for release, even as you increase pressure against my clit. I watch you; your smile is intent as you move both your hands to my thighs, spreading me even further apart opening me up even more to your sight. I feel completely exposed, without secrets.
Without warning, you lower your mouth grab my clit between your teeth and pull, circling with tongue and flicking the already very sensitive nub. Your mouth sends electric shocks through my entire body, nipples harden even more and my pussy throbs with the need to be filled, the need to cum, now. My thighs in response begin to tighten, to close even as your hands reach up to push them further apart; I feel my hips nearly unhinge as you open me as if to feast upon all I am.
I watch you, the sight of you between my thighs as your tongue drives into me and draws back up to my clit, sucking hard and flicking across at the same time. You repeat this time and again, pulling me closer and closer to orgasm, my hands wrapping themselves in the brass chains holding the cuffs, my thighs quivering with the strain of holding them apart to give you complete access, each breath a cry of need.
I am so close I don’t think I can hold back any longer, “Please, My, please let me go. Please, more, make love to me.”
With this entreaty, you drive two fingers into me, curving them to reach my sensitive G-spot, as you scrape my clit across your teeth and flick your tongue hard, time and time again.
I feel myself stiffen. I know I cannot hold back any longer even as you lift yourself to your knees and sheath yourself fully to my core, “Cum for me, Cara.”
My orgasm grips you even as you enter me. As you hold my hips still and my legs spread, my pussy throbs around you, grabbing and holding you deep within me. You do not relent, your rhythm continues driving into me, scraping across every sensitive spot you have already opened up. Your rhythm increases. You move your hands under my ass. You lift it up higher giving you greater access and me less control. I can feel myself on the edge. Your dick rams into the roof of my cunt with each push, scraping across my G-spot driving me further and further to oblivion.
I watch you. I watch for a signal we are together. I don’t think I can stop the next wave even as I wait, even as the soft moans come from me.
“Are you ready, Cara? Cum with me.”
As you slam hard into me, I feel us both topple over the edge. I feel both our orgasms as you collapse on top of me, your dick buried deeply inside of me as I throb around you and my clit keeps its own rhythm. I feel the soft moans each of us release, even as you pull away, and reach of the cuffs holding my arms above my head, I think to myself I could stay like this forever.
“I wish you could stay, My Heart.”
“I will be back, Cara. Don’t worry so.”
“I am not worried; I simply grow lonely without you. It is not the same without you here.”
“Understood, perhaps this will change soon. We will talk about it. I adore you, Cara. You are my heart, as you say. Let me run you a bath, so you can relax while I ready myself for my trip home.”
“Thank you, My. That is kind of you.”
So, you have left me, warming in the hot bath with oils and cup of coffee as you begin your travels. I know I will see you again soon; I will miss you while you are gone from me. Our explorations and our discoveries, they are unexpected.
Did I tell you I might love you? I wonder, should I? Maybe you already know.