She woke up in the mood to bake. Just that simple. She wanted the house to be full of the scent of his favorite cookies when he got home from work that afternoon.
Before she slipped from their bed she reached for her phone, a smile breaking as she saw the message light blinking. “Good morning my girl. I hated leaving you sleeping so snug and warm this morning. I can’t wait to get home to you.” Even though he had kissed her goodbye before he left, he still took a minute to send her that good morning text everyday.
“Good morning Sir. Your girl misses you. Counting the hours until you get home to me.” she messaged back, then headed for the shower, the smile still bright on her lips.
Her morning routine complete, she headed to the kitchen, determined to treat him to a special dinner as well as sweets. She paused a minute to slip on her apron, the only thing he allowed her to wear at home. A little giggle escaped her as the fabric settled around her curves, her favorite cartoon character blazoned across the front. It was one of their many private jokes, and she didn’t care if people thought it strange.
She was soon bustling around the kitchen, the music playing as loud as she dared in the background. It didn’t take her long to get lost in her self imposed tasks, and she failed to notice the message light on her phone go off again. She wasn’t expecting him home for several hours. She had plenty of time to destroy the kitchen and have it presentable before he returned.
The music covered the sound of the front door opening. He was slightly annoyed that she had never returned his message that he was done early for the day and on his way home. But hearing the music, he knew she was probably highly involved in something. His girl was predictable.
He followed the sound of her singing into the kitchen, and stood in the doorway watching her move around. She was wearing that silly apron he had bought for her, and he smiled. Then she turned and he realized she was naked beneath it, and his smile vanished. She didn’t expect him home for hours and she was being such a good girl, following his rules when there was no way he would have known otherwise. He swallowed hard, his cock stirring, and walked into the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible.
She felt his hands slide around her waist under the apron, and she jumped despite herself. He laughed softly in her ear, and pulled her close to him. “What a good girl I have. Naked just as her Sir prefers her. Now how shall I reward you for such good behavior?” he breathed in her ear, his hands roaming her body freely. She couldn’t respond to him, just whimpered softly as one of his big hands moved between her legs, finding her freshly shaved pussy and cupping it. Just like that she was drenched.
“Do you have anything in the oven or on the stove that can’t wait a few minutes?” he asked, the fingers of her other hand pinching her nipples, just hard enough to make her gasp. She shook her head, not trusting her voice. His roaming hands stopped, and he stepped back from her, his voice hard as he said, ” I asked you a question. I expect a proper answer or the next few hours are going to go quite differently from what you might like.”
She swallowed hard, and quickly knelt before him, her eyes locked on his. “No Sir, there isn’t anything that can’t wait until you are finished with me. I’m sorry I didn’t answer promptly Sir.” She waited in agony. There wasn’t a punishment worse than knowing he was disappointed or displeased with her.
He reached out to cup her chin, a half smile playing on his lips. “That’s my good girl. Stand up now. I want you out of that apron.” He turned her as she stood, slowly pulling the strings loose as he moved close to her again. The fact that he was fully clothed while she stood naked before him was incredibly erotic. His finger traced down her spine, between the globes of her ass, and stopped on her puckered star. She clenched hard, goosebumps breaking out on her skin. She could feel the heat of his body, and just that one finger touching her.
He turned her again, and she made certain her eyes were lifted up to meet his. He could see how excited she was already. Nipples tight, breasts moving rapidly as she tried to control her breathing. Hands fisted at her sides because the desire to touch him, unbutton his shirt, unbuckle his belt, slide her hands into his jeans and grab his cock was overwhelming. Lips parted for his kiss or to respond to his next command. And she knew he could smell her arousal. Her thighs were already wet with her sweetness, he excited her so much. There was no shame in her desire for him. It didn’t matter what he asked her to do, she responded to him this way every time. She was his.
He wasn’t going to be able to control himself much longer. She was so very ready for him, and he wasn’t in the mood to deny either of them. But first, his favorite thing. He was going to taste her, consume her, make her scream as he feasted on the sweet cream her body made just for him. Holding her eyes with his, he slid one finger thru her folds, feeling her clench before he pulled his hand away and brought it to his lips. She moaned as he tasted her, her eyes half closing, but never breaking contact with his.
Abruptly he grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the counter, not caring that he set her right in the middle of the flour she had poured out to knead bread dough in. She didn’t care either. Her legs spread as he went to his knees, draping her legs over his shoulders as his mouth found her dripping pussy. She used one hand behind her to support herself as the other pulled him even closer.
Gasps and pleas and yes, those screams he wanted to hear spilled from her lips as he licked and sucked, teasing and torturing her. His tongue danced from her star to her clit, pushing her just to the edge before stopping, a self satisfied chuckle rumbling in his chest as she begged. But he was greedy, and he was going to make her cum before he pulled her to the floor and buried his cock in his good girl. He sucked her clit into his mouth and worked it until she screamed his name, her legs tight around his head as her body shook.
He didn’t give her time to recover. Before she could take a deep breath he had her on the floor, positioned on her hands and knees while he stood behind her. She heard him undoing his belt, the hiss of his zipper, and he was covering her, one hand on her hip as the other guided his cock to her entrance. There was no teasing, no subtlety. He was buried inside her and she whimpered his name as her head sank to the floor, her body taking all of him.
Fuck she was tight and wet and he didn’t bother to restrain himself. What had started as the simple pleasure of seeing her obey him even when he wasn’t there had quickly turned dark. She was his and he was going to mark her body and take whatever he wanted from her. One hand circled her throat, pulling her back to him, while the other gripped her hip tightly enough to leave bruises. Neither cared. He turned her head and kissed her brutally as he slammed into her. She bit his lip and that was the last barrier between the man and the animal. He growled and pushed her back down to the floor, slapping her ass while he pounded into her.
All she could do was push back to him, her body open and taking everything he gave her. When his thumb found her tight star and pushed in she screamed “Yes!”, and came, clenching and throbbing on his cock. He didn’t stop moving, a distant part of his mind worried he was hurting her, but the rest of him was too caught up in her to care. His good girl, his fucktoy, his bitch and he was going to have her however he wanted her.
As her orgasm subsided he pulled out. “Your ass my girl. Your Sir is going to take your pretty little ass and you, my little bitch, are going to thank me for it. Say please baby,” he growled, not waiting for her response as the head of his cock pressed against that tight star. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, his desire for her was that intense. The beast was in full control.
She struggled to relax, to open to him. “Please,” she whimpered, not sure if he even heard her. Neither of them cared. He was in her, his balls slapping her open pussy, and both were groaning at how dirty, how sexy, how right it felt to have his cock moving in her ass. She felt another orgasm swelling, and knew from the force of his thrusts he wasn’t going to last long either.
He came first, his fist in her hair, her name on his lips. Feeling him pulse inside her pushed her over the edge as well, and her screams joined his moans. When he stopped moving he curled over her, sweat dripping from his face and chest to land on her back. Gently he rolled to his side, taking her with him. Panting they lay on the tile floor, and he murmured soft words in her ear. All she could do was breathe and savor the sweet smells of sex and fresh baked cookies.