You sit in the Kitchen, a book in your hands, a fresh cup of coffee on the table beside you.

Early morning sunlight streaming through the window, warming you, rendering you an oasis of contentment in its glow.

And so I distract you, standing behind you, slipping the cardigan off your your shoulders.

Running my hands through your hair,

Sliding fingers round your throat to beneath your chin and tilting your head back so that you looked up at me.

Looking down into your eyes.

Seeing the smile on your lips.

And bending over to kiss that smile.

I draw you to your feet and press you against the worktop.

The sunlight through the kitchen window silhouetting you, creating a halo around your hair.

My body trapping you.

My hands on your hips.

My lips holding yours prisoner as the sun warms your shoulders.

I slide a hand up your back, fingertips on your skin, before reaching the strap on your bra.

A deft hand releases the hooks allowing the strap to come undone.

Allowing me to draw the cups away from your soft and pliable flesh.

Removing the garment, discarding it.

Then cupping your breasts, squeezing them, gently running my thumbs over the hardening nipples

I lower myself to my knees before you.

My mouth becomes supplicant to your breasts, worshipping your nipples with my tongue

Gently nipping them between my teeth.

Swallowing mouthfuls of your flesh.

Your hands stroke over my hair and cup my head.

You want me to stand.

You want our positions reversed.

You wish to be on your knees before me.

Oh you are impatient.

You know that this will displease me

Maybe I will pander to your impatience.

My hands move to the button of your jeans, unzipping the fly,

Peeling the fabric away from your hips.

And then sliding both the denim and the cotton beneath it down over your buttocks and onto your thighs

Your arousal is apparent.

Your scent is rising.

And so I press my forehead to your navel and touching you with my tongue

Let my probing tongue caress your clitoris for a while.

Let it flicker over your swollen bud and excite you.

Your hands stoke my hair gripping my head, pulling me towards you.

I know that this is not something that you like.

But I want to taste you.

Your impatience is breaking through again.

Rushing towards your pleasure.

And so I stand.

I take your hand and draw you away from the worktop.

I turn you round and bend you over, using my foot to tap your feet as far apart as the denim around your legs will allow.

Your hands on the edge of the counter, your forehead on your hands.

I press your back down causing it to dish.

This tightens the skin of the buttocks and exposes your sex more openly.

I stand to your side, reach beneath you with my left hand to cup a breast.

And then slid the fingers of my tight hand over the deliciously wet lips of your pussy.

Collecting your juices so that the coarseness of my fingers is lubricated as I circle your clitoris once, twice, three times before resting my finger directly on top of it

My finger starts to rub your clitoris, it's softened roughness grazing the sensitive surface.

My thumb slides down your lips to nestle over your opening,

It gently moves from sided to side.

Opening you,

Tantalising you.

I know that you want it inside you,

I know that you want me inside you.

I know how impatient you are.

And you push back.

You try to force the thumb inside you.

And so I remove my hand.

I squeeze your breast.

And a slap your right buttock.

Hard.

You flinch away from the impact and I grab your hip and pull you back to me.

Then I slap the left buttock.

Still you flinch.

This is unacceptable behaviour.

The slaps are a shock, but a welcome one. The warmth of the sting only exciting you more.

You reach your hand back to touch the exact spot that I struck, biting back a moan

I put your hand back in the edge of the worktop.

I glance around.

A wooden egg slice sits on the side.

It's broad flattened curved blade seems ideal for what I have in mind.

It's smooth rounded handle gives me an idea.

I pick it up and draw the edge of the blade along your spine pausing in the small of your back before continuing it's journey over the place that you had just rested your hand.

I run the flat edge up each of your inner thighs causing you to try to spread your legs further.

I reverse the tool and lift the handle to you.

Stroking it down over your clit, through the delicate folds of flesh until the very end of the hard wooden handle is poised at your lips.

Teasing you.

Suggesting that it could slip inside you and at least relieve some of your emptiness.

But you cannot resist the temptation and try to push backwards onto it.

And I will not allow this yet

I remove the handle from your temptation.

I place the blade flat against your left cheek.

Place it right on the pinkness of my hand print.

I can hear your breathing.

It is getting faster and shallower.

You know that the next time you feel this blade it will not be a gentle caress.

You know that the next time you feel this blade it will sting.

It does.

I brought the flat of the slice down on the hand print on your left cheek.

You jumped.

You whimpered.

But you were a good girl and didn't move.

You didn't try to wince away from the blow.

I am pleased.

I life the slice and bring it down again. This time on the right hand print.

This time you moan.

But you are used to my rhythm. You are used to my timing.

If anything you pushed back towards the impact.

I am so very pleased.

I stroke my hand over the marks on your buttocks. I feel the scaling heat from them.

At the gentle caress of my hand on your flesh you moan, almost a purr.

I touch your buttock with the slice, then I lift it and bring it back down.

Again you moan. This time with a hint of a hiss.

Again I lift the slice and strike.

I am rewarded by your moan.

I am rewarded by your restraint.

I am most pleased with you.

I stroke your hair, reverse the slice and run the handle against your pussy lips.

You tremble against it but you do not push back.

"Good girl"

I crouch and remove your jeans and your underwear, Lifting each foot in turn to bring it free.

I fold the jeans, straightening out any creases, fold them in half once more and then lay them on the floor.

"Why don't you kneel for me"

You kneel, using the denim as a cushion for comfort.

You fold your hands on your lap, upper arms pressing your breasts in.

You look up at me.

I smile back down at you.

You smile back.

"I love your smile. Would you like to show me what else you can do with your lips?"

Your eyes flash with joy.

You reach up to my belt, peeling the leather back through the steel loop, fold it back off the pin and then slide the belt open.

Your fingers linger on the leather for a moment before moving to the button of my trousers. And then the zip.

My trousers fel to my ankles and I stepped out of them, pushing them to the side with my bare feet.

You ran your hand up over my erection, leaning forwards to kiss it through the tight black fabric of my briefs.

You hook your fingers into the waist band and tug them down.

You almost pounce on my exposed member as I kick the briefs off my feet but you stop. You place your hands flat on my hips and gently kiss the tip.

You kiss up and down my length, down the sides, up the base, and then back over the tip.

Your lips part, I see a flash of teeth and then you flick your tongue forward.

As it retreats a strand of my excitement is drawn out, glistening in the sunlight.

You slide your hands around my penis, revelling in sliding the soft skin forwards and backwards.

And then you close your mouth around me.

Your head starts to move forwards and backwards, drawing me in and out of your mouth.

Your hands working on my shaft, your mouth working around my tip.

You pause in your motion and run your tongue around the end of my cock, your eyes turned up towards mine, seeking approval.

I put my hands on the top of your head, stroking your hair, running my fingers round to the base of your skull before coaxing you forwards again.

You repeat your motions, hand and mouth and I feel myself starting to loose a little to much of my control.

You are amazing at what you are doing but there is something else that I want.

I pull my t-shirt over my head, put my hands by the side of your face and pull you back off me.

Your look of disappointment is swiftly vanquished as I draw you to your feet.

I turn you to face the worktop,place your hands on the edge and bend you once again.

I run my left hand up your spine causing your back to dish.

I stroke your buttocks with my right feeling the heat on the redness.

My left hand holds the back of your neck as my right slides between your legs.

You are so so excited, your wetness so delicious.

In no time at all you are writhing against my hands vocalising your pleasure. This in turn enhances my pleasure.

I step behind you, reaching out to take your right hand off the counter and feed it beneath you and between your legs.

Your fingers run straight between your lips, lubricating them with your juices before applying them you your clitoris.

And I slide myself inside you, filling the aching emptiness inside.

Slowly at first I slide in and out of you. Gaining speed as your vocalisations get louder.

My hands on your hips, pulling you harder onto me.

You can feel my hips hitting the bruising on your delicious abused bottom.

I can feel your body shaking.

I can feel the muscles of your pussy squeezing me.

I can hold back no more. I do not want to hold back.

I groan and thrust deeply into you.

You cry out and press back at me as I release within you.

Enjoying the feeling of our bodies shuddering together.

And we calm down.

Still breathing hard I withdraw and you stand.

I turn you to face me, my hands on your hips, you reach up to put your hands behind my neck.

I draw you close and we kiss. I can taste myself on your lips.

You lean back and I look into your eyes.

You are smiling.

I draw you close. Hold you tight against me, my arms wrapped around you, you rest your head on my shoulder.

"I love you Lee"

"I love you too"

We stand for a moment in a post coital glow and then you step back out of my arms.

Still smiling you drop to your knees and start to lick my cock clean of our combined juices.

You are a very good girl.