Stiletto Diaries™

Murlocs Stole My Knickers!

Posted on January 16th, 2010 in Carnal Confessions, Mating And Relating

“Ask for it” he says, his head propped up in one hand while the other is pressed between my legs.  I squirm uncomfortably, while my brain attempts to force words out of my mouth.  I can scarcely remember to breath while his fingers draw circles around my clitoris.

I hate it when he makes me ask.

“Ask, my pet”

I don’t want to.  I’d much rather be told what to do, than to have to articulate to him what I want.

“Perhaps I should stop?” he asks, before licking one of my nipples.  I groan and my back arches.  His fingers stop, although he doesn’t pull them away.

“No…” I whine in protest.  He’s terribly cruel.

“Well then, ask for it”

My resistance is cracking, just as it always does when we get to this point.  He resumes touching me, until I can’t stand it any longer.

“Please may I have an orgasm my Lord?” I manage to whimper very quietly, half-burying my face against his chest, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Look at me”

I feel so awkward, that for a moment I consider refusing, but that tone in his voice makes it clear that there is no room for negotiations.  It’s a struggle to focus long enough to look at him.  He watches me intently.

“Ask again”

“Please may I have an orgasm my Lord?” I repeat, louder, although I look away before all of the words are out of my mouth.

My efforts, however imperfect, are passable, this time.

He allows me my reward.  I come for him in great, shuddering, waves.

“Good girl” he murmurs, running his hand down my back while I curl up against him, my discomfort forgotten.

I can’t see his face, but I’m certain he’s smiling quite smugly while he rests his chin against my forehead.

“Next time, I’ll make you beg for it”