Sounds I couldn't understand – was he undressing? I waited, imagining him naked, his erection thick and jutting out, the prominent vein running along the bottom side of the shaft. His nice hip crests, the thin trail of dark hair running down from his navel to his pubes.
He was so beautiful…
A hand stroked my head and I raised it instinctively. I parted my lips, remembering his orders to keep my mouth open, ready. I licked my lips and waited.
"Now remember your safewords, Katherine. Yellow is for when you need me to slow down and red stops everything. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said. "I won't need either one, Master."
"I don't expect you will, but just in case, I want you to feel completely safe. Now, open your mouth wider," he said. "I've got some Anisovaya for you."
I felt the cool hard glass against my bottom lip and took it from his hands. I drank the liquor, enjoying the sharp burn of it as it went down my throat. I'd come to think of it as an aphrodisiac, and the taste made me even more aroused.
Then, his lips pressed roughly against mine. He kissed me and he tasted like Anisovaya, the slightly sweet taste of it lingering on his tongue when he thrust against mine possessively. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and I couldn’t help but murmur in response, a tiny whimper as a wave of lust flowed through my body. He pulled away and stroked my cheek with his fingers.
"Have some more," he said and placed another shot in my hands. I frowned, but didn't argue, drinking down the liquor. Did he want me drunk? I shot the vodka back, grimacing a bit as it burned down my throat and into my belly.
Then he slipped a finger into my mouth. I sucked on it, my tongue rolling around the tip the way it would around the head of his cock.
"Good girl," he said, his voice deep and warm. He took the shot glass out of my hand. "Open wider."
I did, and then felt the slick head of his cock press against my lips. I licked, tasting his salty fluid, and it was such a contrast to the sweet bite of the vodka. I opened wide so he could slip the tip inside my mouth. I sucked on the head for a moment, running my tongue all around the ridge the way I had the tip of his finger and received a soft moan of appreciation in response.
"Take as much as you can," he said, his voice low.
I relaxed my throat so he could slide in more deeply, trying not to gag, my lips curved around my teeth to protect the sensitive flesh. Then he pressed a bit too hard and I did gag, but kept my composure and he withdrew a bit before beginning a slow gentle thrust in and out, fucking my mouth for a moment, one hand holding the back of my head to guide me and take more control.
Finally, he withdrew slowly and I waited for his next command, my flesh wet and aching with desire.
"Have more," he said, handing me yet another shot of Anisovaya. I drank that down as well. I could only imagine what he had planned that required me being drunk.
"You're getting me drunk, Master?"
"Shh," he said. "A good submissive just submits, Katherine. She doesn't question."
I nodded without speaking.
He took the shot glass away and then, his hands went under my arms and he lifted me up so that I stood up fully. I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he stood facing me, then his mouth was on mine once more, his tongue searching and finding mine. We kissed for a moment, his arm sliding around me, crushing my body against his while the other was trapped between us, squeezing one of my breasts, his erection hard against my belly. He tweaked my nipple between his finger and thumb, sending a jolt of sensation through my body to my core.
I almost fell into his arms, my legs were like jelly. He maneuvered me into position while he sat on the side of the bed so that I stood between his thighs, all the while kneading and squeezing my breasts while his mouth hungrily claimed each nipple, one after the other. I writhed as he ran his teeth over each one, biting down just hard enough to almost hurt but not quite, then sucking each one softly.
I remembered the video image of him twisting the nipple clamp, but then quickly pushed it out of my mind. I wouldn't let it ruin our scene.
"Are you nice and wet for me, Katherine?" he said, his voice husky with lust.
"Yes, Master," I said, my heart heavy from the image from the video despite what he was doing to me with his fingers, which were slipped between my labia, testing me, two fingers entering me a bit, his thumb pressing against my clit.
He left me standing alone for a moment and then returned. I could feel him stand close to me as if he were observing me. He proceeded to wrap strips of leather around me, under my arms and around my breasts and soon, each breast felt bound, squeezed, my nipples hard points. He mouthed each nipple once he was finished, his hand running over each one. I wanted so much to see what they looked like but said nothing, trying to keep in proper submissive role as I promised.