He is going to call me soon. I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, phone in my hand. Thinking about his ability to devour me completely leaves me breathless and dripping wet. His need is subjugation; to know he can do anything he wants to me with no complaint or resistance, to take and own every part of me. For me to surrender to his brutal love. To own me.I would give this man everything; I would do anything he asks of me. Allow only him to leave his marks on me. The marks I have come to adore, come to need, come to feel complete with.My Phone rings.”Hello, my love.”His first words always catch me off guard. I blush at how silly it makes me feel to jump with a start at his voice.“I missed you,” is all I can manage to force out of my tight throat.“What do you need from me?” he asks with a low, rumbling growl.I swallow hard and reply with quivering words, “If I can’t fuck you yet. I want you to fuck me with your voice.”He makes me wait for his reply to my request. I have learned to wait for him. My cunt gets wetter in the silence.“Slip out of your clothes, and lay down on your bed. The one I ache to share with you,” he orders, the ache in his voice doesn’t lessen the authority with which he speaks his words.Slipping the thin straps of my orange silk dress off my shoulders, it falls to the floor. Orange is his favorite color, the color of sunsets.I’m left wearing a deep blue bra and panties set – without the panties, complete with garters and thigh high stockings. Unclipping my bra, my nipples get harder. I want to tell him how my body reacts to him, to his voice, to his beautiful and filthy words. I will wait for him to ask me. I step out of the dress and ache for his burning stare on Karaköy escort my body. I walk to my bed, and lay down next to toys he has sent me. It arouses him when I simulate the things he hungers to be doing to me.“Spread your quivering legs for me Verity… Wider… Good girl,” He orders.I can’t stop myself from gasping, “Fuck.”I sense him standing at the end of my bed, arms crossed, revering my nakedness. I feel the cold as ice stare from his eyes burning my flesh. The cool night air tumbles over my hot thighs and dripping folds when I spread my legs wide open for Him. Another small contraction grips when he tells me I’m a good girl. His good girl.“Arms over your head, crossed at the wrists,” He orders.Raising my arms above my head and crossing my wrists brings with it a feeling of vulnerability. I am a frightened little bird looking for a purpose. He seduced me into his gilded cage, and promised me the door of the cage will always remain open. Only I have the key to its lock. An emotional and mental undercurrent of approval is always in my subconscious, and oh how I want to please Him.“Do not move.”My already soaking pussy contracts again when I hear a deep menacing voice half whisper, “Do not move.”I’ll not move a muscle. He will know if I do and I can’t bear disappointing him.“Close your eyes, my sweet. Quiet your mind, take your time. Tell me when you are ready.”I try to relax and clear my mind of everything but His voice. I need to feel his presence here with me. I whisper into my phone that I’m ready for him, and that I want him.“Can you feel my fingertips brushing a single strand of your hair away from your cheek, Verity?”This is the calm before Kayaşehir escort bayan the storm. An involuntary shiver ripples through my body as I imagine how his fingertips would feel on my cheek. He can be so gentle but also very fierce.“Can you feel my bearded mouth placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth? Then the other?”His warm breath caresses my cheeks as he kisses me lightly on the corners of my lips. How I wish I could throw my arms around his neck and give him a long, passionate kiss. My lips would press hard against his. Our tongues probing. Sucking. Teeth biting.“Can you feel the softness of my lips on your mouth, underneath the roughness of my whiskers, Verity?”The contrasting coarseness of his beard on my soft lips serves a precursor that he will not be gentle.“Can you feel my hand pressing down on your breasts? I would not touch you gently.”When His rough hand squeezes, I arch my back, lifting my breasts higher, offering them to him. He slaps both breasts in quick succession and I bite down on my bottom lip, not caring if it bleeds. My hands begin to tremble; I am fighting for each breath I take. There’s fire on my skin and I’m alive only when I burn for Him.“Your flesh accepts my rough touch so willingly.”His need is to reach out and touch something beautiful, mark it with all that is Him, so no one else can ever have it the same way.“If I slid my hand between your legs, what would be waiting for me there?”If he slid his hand between my legs right now, he would find a tight, dripping and throbbing cunt. His cunt craving the feel of his cock buried deep inside me.“That’s right, it is mine, Verity. I don’t want that Escort Küçükçekmece yet though. I need your mouth. I’m hard, throbbing, swollen for you. You make my cock ache, my precious whore. If I was with you, I’d pull you off your bed by your hair and make you kneel before me.”He needs his precious whore to suck his hard, throbbing cock. I know if he was with me, I’d kneel before him willingly. If he was here with me I wonder would he taste my surrender in the air.“Lick me. Taste me.”This is my prize. To taste, lick and swallow him. To worship his cock. To be his beautiful whore, his filthy fucking whore. I’d give anything to look up at him while I undid his belt and unzipped his pants.As I close my eyes I begin imagining how it might be between us when we meet.“Kneeling before Him, eye to eye with His beautiful, hard, throbbing cock, I raise my head to look him in the eye, then spit on his shaft. Using my fingers to spread the moisture. I stroke with one hand while the palm of my other hand rolls slowly around the head. With every drop of delicious precum, my palm caresses his cock more easily, making it feel more intense for Him.I ache to make and feel his cock twitch for my touch. To be able to witness the shining drop of dew ooze from him, just for me, his beautiful whore. To hear his deep groan as my tongue flicks over his slit and licks the silver droplet.To wrap my ruby red lips around his cock head and suck gently while stroking the sensitive underside with my tongue, coaxing more moaning from his lips. To gaze upon the bright red ring my lips would leave around his cock. That red ring from my lips only belongs on His cock. Another moan when I lick Him from his balls to the top of his cock. While firmly stroking his shaft, licking His balls from side to side.To hear him catch his breath when I suck one ball into my mouth and roll it around my tongue, pressing it against the roof of my mouth. Then the other, swirling my tongue around it and then another slow, wet lick to the tip.