Scotland Bound

My love. Finally, after so long I was going to be able to see Him again. Had it all been a dream? Would He actually be waiting at the airport? Or were those conversations, and this trip merely dreams… pure fantasy borne of a desperate need to feel desired, loved, wanted? I’d find out soon, for good or bad, the plane was landing… I’d find out very soon if He’d meant anything He’d said.

Struggling with my carry-on case, trying not to shake as I pulled it out of the overhead compartment, I found myself wondering if my skirt was too short, if the boots were too tall, if the shirt was too low cut. Sheepishly stealing a glance around me, the older man behind me only smiled with a knowing look and a twinkle in his eye. Blushing brightly, I lowered my eyes once more, a smile spreading across my face. At least I look sexy, even when I’m too nervous to feel it.

Wandering down the jet way, my knees almost buckling under the strain of my fear, it was so potent one could almost slice it with a knife. Looking around, barely able to hazard a glance to see if I can see Him, and suddenly there are arms around me, His scent, so familiar and yet so foreign filling my nostrils, His voice whispering sweet nothings and reassurances in my ear. He had come as promised… He was here, now, with me!!

Walking, my hand in His to claim my baggage seemed to take forever. All I wanted was to feel Him overpower me, as we’d discussed. To feel His body on my own, His teeth along my neck, His skin grazing mine. Hugging each other closely, I buried my head in the crook of His neck whist we awaited my baggage to appear on the conveyor belt. Finally it appeared, and without warning or speech He took it from me and led me to His car.

He was already taking control. I could see it in His eyes, feel it in His gait. He was utterly and truly the Man He represented Himself to be, and I was becoming the woman He wanted me to be, comfortable in my servitude. Finally we were at His car, again it seemed like years when in reality it was only moments until I was seated and properly buckled in. One quick, yet lingering kiss and we were on our way.

Too focused on Him to see the greenery, the beauty of the countryside that I’d so longed to see, His voice brought memories of a time long since past. I felt like I was going to explode, my body in full vibrations of excitement, arousal, the novelty of what I was doing. I’d flown half around the world to spend the week with a Man I’d met but for a few days before. I was going to let Him take my will and bend it to His own, and I’d only held Him in my arms but on one other occasion. Yet, I trusted this Man, trusted Him with my love, my heart, my life. And He knew it.

Arriving at His home, taking a quick glance around, long enough to notice that it reminded me of every movie set in the UK that I’ve ever seen, another smile stole it’s way onto my face. This was so perfectly clichéd, and yet so perfectly unique. His neighbors were going to rue the day that I entered their neighborhood, but He and I were going to love every second of every day I’d be here.

We worked our way up the path, struggling with the heavy baggage, my arousal building with every step. I could see the same twinkle in His eye that the man on the plane had, and I knew that I was in for the most beautiful trouble that I’d yet to face in my lifetime. He wanted me, needed me, nearly as much as I needed Him. Finally we were inside His home. My heart was bursting as I slid my over clothes off, revealing the costume that I’d been asked to wear for Him.

His eyes widened then narrowed, the power taking hold. Shimming toward Him, my barely-there skirt leaving little to the imagination, my breast bursting out of my top, I felt the true power play happen, and lowered my eyes. His hand wound it’s way into my hair, curling tightly, before He pulled my head back in one sudden gesture. Revealing my neck to Him, a single bite dropped me to my knees. I loved how He could make me feel, so perfectly safe, so perfectly needed, and so desperately desired. 

Growling, the pure primal nature of His wants shining through, He looked down at me with one single, all powerful, cold stare. Holding my head with one hand, His other found His trouser button first, then the zipper. Revealing His perfectly formed cock just out of reach of my licking lips, stroking Himself to the most solidly raging shaft I’d ever seen. Turning me around, and forcing me up a few stairs to kneel for Him, he forced me to present myself for His ravishings. 

I could feel His eyes boring into my body, His heat was palpable, throbbing inches from His skin. Sliding my attached panties to the side, I felt His fingers barrel into me without warning. I was wet from the trip still, from the sight of Him, from His generous touches and Earth shattering kisses. Removing His fingers from within me I felt Him draw closer yet, the tip of His cock just brushing my soft, warm center. Bringing His fingers to my face, He shoved them into my mouth, “Lick them clean My filthy whore. Or My cock will never be yours.”

A mere whisper of a moan escaped my lips as I licked His fingers clean. So wound up as I could feel just the tip of His cock teasing, pressing into me, I sucked His fingers as I’d like to suck His cock, deeply, hungrily, cleaning every drop of my sweet juices from His skin. I could feel His cock throbbing harder, pulsating against me as He knew exactly what I was thinking.

Finally, He grabbed onto my hair like a handle and filled my dripping pussy with his perfect shaft, to the hilt without warning. Gasping at the mixed pleasure-pain sensations, my back arching, I could feel my body reacting to Him. I needed this, I needed Him, and I needed Him to take me relentlessly. 

Pumping me harder, faster, He was letting His need show. Tearing at my hair as He shoved my face into the carpet, I couldn’t help but feel my back arching, my hips pushing back to meet His, urging Him deeper into me. He was being generous, I knew He wanted to hear me cum, and I was desperate to oblige.

I could feel His other hand tugging a breast out of my bra, pulling and pinching my right nipple, rolling it around in His fingers. I could feel myself beginning to cum, my body shaking as He played my body like an expert pianist plays a Bach symphony on a Baby Grand. Praying He wouldn’t tell me to stop, I needed this release, this pleasure, the pure ecstasy that only He could bring.

My moans reaching near deafening heights, I could almost feel the walls shaking as my body exploded into stars. I could feel Him cuming, shaking, releasing into me. This was the first time that He’d been willing to share that with me, and it was just what I needed to throw me over the edge. My every muscle tensed, I could feel everything become rock hard before the shaking began anew, and the soft walls of my tight canal pulsated in time with His throbbing release. “Cum for Me, My dirty slut. Cum for Me. Now.”

Screaming out in pure passion, I came finally. I came for Him, I came for me. The world fell into darkness as I felt my body release into pure relaxation, melting into the stairs with Him atop me as I’d been dreaming for weeks. Waking hours later in His arms, He’d carried me to His bed, to show me the tenderness that I needed as equally as I needed the control. I was smitten, but was He?