Say Uncle

Raven Says

“Stand up.” Again, without hesitating, he stood to his six-foot-four height, towering over me by a head when I stood, now circling him like a raven ready to descend upon his flesh. With heavy eyes, I wondered if his tan skin would taste sweet or salty on my tongue. He did consent to biting but I wasn’t ready to have my way with him yet. “Hands on your head.”

This time, he hesitated. “No, Simon says?” he joked.

Because of that, I spanked him on his butt, trying my best to stay serious although I wanted to laugh at his body instinctively flinching. I didn’t smack him hard, just a warning. “It’s Raven says and I said hands on your head, mister.”

He looked down at me through his mask, licking at his smile while trying to stay composed. “Yes, ma’am.” Mmm, I liked his voice, soft yet rugged, deep but regal. It made my ear perk up and my chest fluttered for some reason.

The next second, his hands were on his head and I skimmed a finger along his tattooed shoulder gently, his skin velvety and muscular beneath my fingertips. Then I scratched with my nail down to his ribcage and along his abs until I paused, leaving my hand there momentarily. I could feel his heartbeat throughout his entire body, his eyes lingering on the curvature of my waist and then down to the triangle of my panties before looking back up at me. Closing his eyes for a moment, I could only imagine what his mind was thinking and knew we were gonna have a fun time together. Even if it is short-lived.

“Tell me, do you like it when I touch you…here?” My hand delicately glided down to his hip, just above the waistband of his boxers. His eyes flickered downward at my hand and then at me, holding his breath in anticipation as I drew my hand lower. “Or here?” Keep my eyes on him, I watched him watching my hand while he licked the corner of his lips, my nail grazing down the fabric of his boxers until they reached the hem. “Or here?”

With a chuckle, the apprehension of my touch getting to him, he answered, “I like it when you touch me in general, mistress.” Mistress…Yeah, this wasn’t his first rodeo but, the twinge of his arm muscles holding back the urge to engulf me and pull me to him fervently, I knew he wasn’t used to being on the submissive side. Well, not for very long. “Now when do I get to touch you?” His voice deepened ferociously, turning me on as I pinched the skin just beneath the hem of his boxers.

“If you behave…soon,” I told him, gliding my hand back up to his chest, watching his face turn from shocked to disappointed in a split second. But, honestly, his disappointed face just made me yearn to touch him more the way his cute lips tilted downwards like a pouty dog. “Keep your hands up, mister.” Taking a step forward, I closed the gap between our feverish bodies, my perky chest touching his and a smooth leg inserting itself between his thighs, feeling his member grow rigid and hot through the fabric. He growled under his breath, having to look up for a moment to calm himself before looking back down at me with the beautiful hazel eyes that would haunt me for eternity. I’ve never enjoyed teasing a man as much as I’d teasing him this very moment, his breath heaving in his chest, rising and falling alongside mine. Standing on my tiptoes, I tilted his head slightly so I could nibble on his earlobe. “What’s gonna make you feel good?”

He turned his head towards mine and within a beating moment, he said, “You,” before lowering his arms to wrap them around my body and pull me closer.

For a moment, I felt his breath hovering over my lips, wishing to devour me to his heart's content, but I knew he was a man who honored the sanctity of a contract. No kissing during this session. So he lowered his mouth along my jawline, his hand sliding down my bare back until he reached my round ass, cupping it tightly. His arms around me felt like second nature to be within. Oh, God, not only does he smell divine, I thought, kissing his shoulder and licking my lips, but he tastes good too. A sliver of a moan escaped my lips by accident when one of his hands descended beneath the clip of my bra and his other descended to unknown territory. At the fluttering of ecstasy bellowing inside me, I gave into his touch, his hold over me. Without a second thought, his hand entered the back of my panties and I felt his long, virile fingers attempting to touch the moistness gathering between my thighs.

Then my senses came back. “Stop…” I said softly, maybe a little too softly, because his body pressed harder on me, trying to inch further into my panties. “Stop.” This time I was firmer. He finally heard the certainty in my voice and paused. I couldn’t be too loud when saying stop or security would worry I was in harm's way and rush in, but I did need him to stop before I lost myself in his essence.

Peeling myself away from him, that cute disappointed expression capturing his face again, I returned to my stance as dom before he could pull me back into his seductive gravitation. “Naughty boy. I didn’t say you could lower your arms, did I?” As punishment, I gestured for him to get on his knees once more. He was reluctant this time but obeyed with a disgruntled smirk. Something about him made me want to be under him and allow him to take control, but that was a dangerous move. Never again, I told myself, stepping behind him.

With one hand, I pulled down my panties, his back towards me. “Do you know what naughty boys get when they do something they’re not supposed to?”

I could hear the smug grin pulling at his lips as I silently dropped my panties to the floor. “I’m gonna pick a sexy punishment for five hundred, mistress.” I tried not to giggle at his responses though a smile did cling to my lips in amusement. Picking up my panties, I grabbed his wrists and lowered them behind his back, using them to tie them together.

“Yes. Sexy punishment.” I placed two fingers beneath his chin, tilting his head to look up at me. Those hazel eyes were begging for something sweet and sultry to gaze upon and I’d be granting their wish very soon. “And there’s no better punishment than dangling a prize in front of a naughty boy who can never claim it.” Keeping my fingers beneath his chin, I stepped to his right, his eyes locked on mine as I licked my lips, having the urge to kiss his lips, his nose, his forehead. To claim him as my own. But I couldn’t let that be known to him as I stepped forward, slowly walking backward to the leather couch, my fingers falling from his chin. Once they left him, he finally got a glimpse at my treasure box, perfectly trimmed, moist, and panting with heat as I took a seat, spreading my legs for his enjoyment. His eyes widened with heavy desire, his shoulders lifting in an attempt to release himself from his confinement.

I shook my head, leaning back on the couch, basking in the adrenaline of temptation between us. He couldn’t have me the way he craved and I couldn’t have him the way I craved. We were both in a losing position, but no reason not to have fun with it, right?

“Tell me, Demetrius,”—his name felt like warm sugar on my tongue when I spoke it—“what do you want again?”

“First,”—he struggled with his bondage—“to get my hands free.” I snickered, shaking my head that it was a no-go for the first desire. “Second, I want to spread those legs and have a taste of that moist slice of cake between them, licking you until you scream in uncontrollable ecstasy and c*m in my mouth.” I bit my bottom lip, imagining what his tongue could do to my slice of cake, and felt heat rising to my cheeks. “And third, I want to kiss those beautiful lips and hold that sexy body of yours close, never letting you go.”

Suppressing the overwhelming desire for him, I nodded and kept my voice controlled and stern. “Interesting. ‘Uncontrollable ecstasy,’ you say.” Lowering a hand to my forbidden fruit, I felt the wetness of myself, flicking my little nub with a seductive moan as I watched him staring closely at me. This is what he wanted to do, to have, to possess. It only made me more carnal for his attention. “What makes you think I’d become ‘uncontrollable’ for you?”

He smiled charmingly, the kind of smile you’d find on toothpaste commercials with pearly whites, a distinct dimple in his cheeks, and a confident twinkle in his eyes. “Oh, it’d be better if I could show you rather than tell you.” Mmmm, so f*****g tempting, but no. I could tell by his cocky eyebrow arch that he thought himself a savant in the art of pleasure and I wasn’t about to tempt him into showing me and having me throw all control away, as he proudly proclaimed victory.

Most people, especially men, I brought here for a little midnight delight wasn’t this tempting to me. I have to say, after being cheated on, and finding my pleasure in the dominatrix arts, I’ve never had to worry about being tempted by anyone. Yet, something about this man made me yearn for something not even dungeons and bondages could grant me.

I shook the idea out of my head, returning to his submission, his punishment. “Does it look like show and tell, mister? No, we’re still punishing you for not listening to what Raven says. So now you have one, well, actually two senses gone—touch and taste. Now, what else should I take from you?”

Leaping elegantly off the couch, I walked towards him, still noticing how much he wanted to break the panties from his wrist, probably stretching them more than anything. “Baby, you can take anything you want, just say the word.”

“Mmmm and what word is that?” I inquired.

“That’s the one thing I haven’t figured out at the moment, but believe me, it’s gonna be something you’ll always be begging to say over and over again as I…you know what? I’ll let that be a surprise too.” He granted me a cheeky grin which only had me glaring at him, trying to hide my amusement. This man was trying everything to stay in some kind of control between us, to tempt me into letting those strong arms engulf me again.