Oh.....the things he does with his hands. All the delicious ways he plays my body with them. A thumb in the mouth to suck on, but never getting too deep. Playing with my tongue, encouraging me to discover new ways to swirl it and tantalize him. Opening his hand wide to connect the palm with an ass cheek and leave a print behind. Smoothing over the bloom of red, feeling the heat my skin gives off and then pulling back to continue his discipline. Massaging his hands over my ass to my slit, rubbing my clit and discovering all the wetness pooling there, then inserting 2 fingers into my soaking wet cunt and fingering me until I squirt for him, inevitably. But I digress...
After the flogger incident, things seemed to intensify....a lot. On the heels of that afternoon, we had another party, Tiki Night. Rhavin wanted to go public with his Dom-ness, and I was looking forward to it. We spent quite a bit of time socializing with our guests, Rhavin being cordial, but hanging back and observing in that quiet way he has. I stayed with him, feeling the need to have his touch that night. We met a few new couples that evening, and watched them enjoy themselves immensely. Finally, it was his time.
I stripped down, and had him choose the structure he wanted to create the scene on. He chose the St. Andrews Cross. He also chose a new flogger to work with, one provided by one of our guests that has a dreamy toy chest. It was leather, and it was very thick, with more weight and heft than any of mine. He loved it. He started tentatively, and escalated quickly. The feel of it was incredible, and I was transported to sub space. The intensity increased, until I was moaning for him, and I briefly considered that we'd never discussed a safe word before. He seemed to know that I was at a crossroads about the pain, because he stopped, stepped up until his body was pressed against my back, wrapped his hand around my neck and chin and turned my ear to his mouth "Are you still ok?". "Yes", was my simple answer. And so he continued, switching up the blows so that they were soft, hard, and somewhere in-between. When he saw me starting to fail, he again stepped in close to me, and closed his session with a resounding slap to each ass cheek, making me scream for him at last. I heard someone behind us whisper "Now that's a REAL Dom!", and I was so proud of him, of us. He had done it, and done it like a boss.
I lay with him after, he rubbing my skin delicately, my head upon his thigh. Someone else rubbed my behind for me, loving the heat emanating from the pinkness. I looked up at him, thoroughly conquered, and asked if I may serve him, and he nodded his head, letting me unbuckle him, and slip his shorts down so that I could get to his big beautiful cock. I sucked him with enthusiasm, taking him down my throat until I could swallow on him, hearing him sigh and moan with pleasure. He doesn't really cum that way, and he had me stop after a time, as he found some of the chatter in the room distracting. We got dressed, or at least made ourselves semi decent, and we made our way outside to the backyard where the pool was.
On our way to the pool, we passed my car and he stopped and yanked me back towards him. He bent me over the hood of the car and he fingered me until I squirted in my sandals....repeatedly. He loves to feel me squirt, loves to see it drip down my legs, LOVED that it had pooled in my Birkenstocks. As he held my head to the hood, he took to opportunity to deliver a couple more spanks for some impertinent words I'd had for him. Releasing me slowly, he had me lick his fingers clean, and kissed me at his leisure. Then he took my hand and led me to the pool where we had dared each other to get in.
Though the day had been hot, 1:00 am was not. The air was chilled, and the water had not held any heat of the day. Rhavin had changed into his swim trunks, while I opted to simply get naked. We each got in, me slowly, and only up to my waist when the shivers struck. Rhavin allowed himself to fall in so that he was submerged. We both got out quickly, laughing and toweling off. I took the opportunity to use some pool water to rinse out my Birkenstocks, and we headed back to the house with just towels wrapped around us.
We ended the party that night by wishing everyone a great night, seeing them all off, and then driving back to my house. We took time to talk, snuggle, and just relax for a moment in the candle lit room, two people...just Lilith and Rhavin. No duties, no expectations. We played with each other softly, working up to an exquisite fucking. He, as always, made me squirt like a fiend, and completely soak the sheet. Proud of himself, he helped me clean up the bed, and we took showers and went to lay back down. I couldn't quite sleep though, I had one more orgasm stuck inside that had to come out. So I tried to slide away from him and take care of it...but he would have nothing of the sort. He pulled my leg over his hip as he lay behind me, and he placed his fingers on my clit, I felt it build, and I wanted his fingers inside me, so I begged for it "Please Rhavin....please please!" He got up, pulled me to the side of the bed, put his fingers inside me and ate my pussy until I exploded for him,wetting my side of the bed all over again. Undaunted, he chuckled and spanked my ass, and left me in a pool of my own fluid.
Our escapades during the week escalated as well, becoming a nearly every day thing. Him coming to me or me going to him, it didn't much matter...the point was that the need to see each other was overwhelming. The following weekend from our party was a party hosted by a friend in Southern Maine. Rhavin had a prior engagement that evening and couldn't attend with me. As an alternative, I asked Baby J to come with, as it was his birthday that weekend anyways. We had a great time relaxing with friends, and Baby J was really really popular, as he's beautiful, young, and nicely hung. I was happy for him, and wanted him to go off and enjoy himself. A couple that had been at my party the previous weekend was attending though, and they commented on my choice of a date, noting that it wasn't Rhavin. I suddenly realized that we had set the expectation, though in private no words of commitment had been spoken. And in public, nobody cares about anything except what it SEEMS. I had never had anyone question my choice of date before, not even when I belonged to Satan. It was always implied that I had permission to be with who I was with. The need to explain myself lodged in my throat like a lump of clay. I didn't like it, and I realized that Rhavin needed to decide. He either wanted me as his sub or he didn't. We couldn't just play at it, not in the role that I occupy, and not in the role that he was shadowing.
I did let him know that someone had spoken up about the situation, and it seemed to make him pause. I said "It's time we decide if you claim me or not". Ironically, I already belonged to him and I'm sure he knew it. But the ritual of it, somehow....it makes it real.
It happened after dinner one night. We retired to my room, shut the door and all the kiddos out, and he pulled me up onto the bed so that my face was servicing him, and his hand was buried in my cooch. I can take him deeper than I've ever taken a man in my throat before. I'm not sure what it is about his cock, but he goes right down. He sighs, and I love knowing that nobody has ever done that to him besides me. He was insistent that night, really pushing me down with his free hand, encouraging me to gag on him repeatedly while he fingered me to distraction. When he was ready, he came behind me, and spanked my ass till it was hot for him. He likes to put just the head of his cock in my cunt, and he'll leave it there, just making small motions barely in and out. It drives me CRAZY. He knows it'll make me slam my hips back to take all of him, and it gives him incentive to spank me more, which he loves.
He worked up a good rhythm, slamming into my spot, making everything tighten and clench hard every time he rubbed over it. He is large, and thick, and he touches everything inside of me so beautifully. He reached up to grab my pony tail, yanked my head up and I growled at him "Say it you Bastard!!!" He spanked me soundly while he continued his punishing rhythm, slamming his cock into my cervix a couple of times for good measure. "Please? Please please please Rhavin?" And there it was, just as he catapulted over the edge, the scream erupted from him like it was ripped out of his guts "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU BELONG TO?" "You, I belong to you, and only to you". His orgasm poured from him and filled me up. His hand print on my ass, his seed in my cunt dripping down my legs, and as i stood with shaky legs before him, moved my hair away from my neck and bent my head to the side in submission, he placed his mark on me. Mated, marked, scented, and owned. We were both...content.
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