A little story...

The sun was beginning to peek from between the curtains, as I groggily began to stir in the bed.  I reached over and hit my cell phone and 5:45 flashed over the screen.  I rolled back over with a groan, pulling the blanket up around my shoulders leaving my lower legs uncovered.  It was always more comfortable that way.  Sir would be home in about twenty minutes... long enough for more sleep.

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The curtains were shut, but I could tell the sun was up as there was a cat tail peeking from under the fabric as she sat in the window.  I stretched out my legs pointing my toes towards the end of the bed and pushed my hands up over my head.  It didn't take long before I noticed that I couldn't pull my arms to the sides to rub my belly.  My wrists had been tied together with enough room that I was able to move in my sleep without hurting myself.  A sleepy,"Sir? Where is you?" echoed out towards the hallway  to find out where he was.

I didn't hear anything at first, and I began to really wake up.  I had slept naked that night in hopes of a little fun, so it was no surprise there.  The blanket had been laid back over me, but in my sleep I mussed it up a bit and it was no just over my stomach.  The sound of the front door closing caught my attention.  He had been out for a cigarette, so I tried again. "Sir... "

I was happily greeted with his signature mischievous smirk.  "Good morning sleepy head. I thought you were going to be awake when I got home." At that point I knew I had slept in longer than I had wanted.  I tried to roll over a bit to get comfortable.  My Sir walked around the bed, kicking off his sneakers and socks before sitting on the bed.

"Well I woke up at quarter to six, but I thought to nap before you got home."

"Oh you thought huh..." That tone, I knew he was going to turn and tickle me.  I just KNEW it was coming.  His sweatshirt was pulled over his head, and he landed on the bed next to me.  His hands began to tickle along my sides and under my arms as I began to squirm and pull."You thought? Maybe you should have stayed up."

It was difficult to form any response other than oh stop stop please stop.  First thing in the morning was not the best time to tickle a pregnant woman.  my Sir gave up quick and laid down next to me wrapping his arms around me.  I nuzzled my head against his chest,"Good morning my Sir."

"Good morning my jingles." What normally would have followed in our morning routine was me waking up, heading to the kitchen, grabbing some breakfast and us talking about the day, and his night.  Instead his hands roamed over my flesh.  I purred gently as his touch, ran over my back, hugging the curve of my hip and the small of my back.  I tugged on the ropes I wanted to touch him too, run my hands against the muscles of his back and shoulders, to savor the feel of him against him.  

"Nope thats not going to happen..." I frowned in response and wrinkled my nose.   "I know what you want this morning but you're not gonna get it." His tone was oddly playful, he was more teasing me than anything.  I had been so good lately, I didn't want to ruin it now by whining.  I am not the best at begging, but I thought I would try again.

"Please Sir? Wouldn't it be a great way to end your day?"  He was still wearing his shorts but he pressed in close to me.  My eyes lit up like a light bulb! "See you do, you do!" I wriggled a little bit hoping just to be playful and not seem to pushy.  

"This is why your hands are tied." That smirk was back as he sat up a bit on the bed and slid himself out of his pants.  My eyes were glued.  The tip of my tongue peeked out from my lips and I leaned up a little pursing my lips. "Nope no kisses for you." His hand began to slide along his length as he chuckled," And don't give me scowly grr face." I huffed a bit, but relaxed my face as I merely watched him enjoy my torment.

His hand slid along my thigh dragging ever so teasingly up towards my wet folds.  How could I not be with the sweet torture I was being put through this morning.  His hand stopped inches from me, as his face opened with surprise, though more of a 'ha, nope... not so easy' kind of look. I whimpered and rolled my hips up towards his hand.  My Sir was enjoying the little show he was getting as he continued to tease and touch between my legs and on my mound back and forth. His fingers barely grazed my lips,"Oh I see we did shave, you really were hoping for some fun this morning."

"Yes Sir..." my voice was ragged as I leaned up once more hoping to gain a kiss on the head of his cock.  "please Sir?" I wanted him, I'd been dying to get close to him all week.  His hips thrust forward just enough that I could press against his flesh.  The temptation of misbehaving and  taking him in my mouth was strong, but I fought back, must be good... must be good.

"Good girl" I could hear him chuckle as I tried to lean up for another kiss but he pulled back, letting his hands continue their work.  Was he REALLY going to tease me like this, and leave me just laying here.  I wasn't concerned about getting off myself.  Yeah it would have been nice, but as I lay there, under his control being toyed and teased without being able to touch him, all I could think of was his release.

Desire brimmed in my eyes as I gazed up at him, "please Sir, will you cum on me?"


 

Sometimes there are moments, and flashes where I see how badly things were going with my Sir a year and a half ago.  How the path we were on was so destructive, and we were heading towards a VERY bad place.   It makes me feel incredibly lucky for where we are now, how much things have changes and how much better they are.   I guess i have moments that I wonder if things could ever turn south again...

And then I remember that we made the conscious decision that we were NOT going to head back that way.  That we were going to stay on THIS path, and going to keep things on the right track.

I love you my Sir, and Thank you.