Waking Up in Cuffs

My first time writing for public eyes. Comments/Criticism welcome. Enjoy!

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I was always a heavy sleeper.

"Kaaat." Your voice sounds in my ear, warm breath on my neck.

I groan, turning my head the opposite way. "Don't wanna get up." I mutter, eyes drifting open anyways. Blinking once or twice, I smile at you and go to sit up. Nothing. How did I not notice this before? Handcuffs keep both my wrists in place, rattling softly as I tug at them. I turn questioning eyes at you.

"Maybe if you didn't sleep like a coma patient..." You trail off, running soft fingertips up my inner thighs and leaning forward to brush your lips over the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Babe, c'mon." I protest, stifling the lustful whimpers your lips brought forth. "I'm so tired, how are you horny at this time of day?"

You throw a leg over me, settling yourself on my hips. "Sleeping naked makes this so much easier. Doesn't it my disobedient girl?" Your hands trail up my sides before stopping to trace circles around my nipples, already swollen in desire. I roll my eyes, handcuffs ringing as I pull again. Your teeth sink into my breast, drawing a shriek from my throat. "I asked you a question." Your soft reminder is punctuated by another bite, gentler this time.

"Yes it does." I agree and am rewarded with your tongue moving slowly over the red mark. You slowly suck on one breast, strong hand kneading the other. Your tongue dances around my extended nipples, a hint of bite before flitting across my tender breasts once more. I moan, sinking into the sensations until you stop as soon as you had started. Infuriating. I growl at you, falling back against my cuffs in frustration.

You sit back, eyes narrowing. "What was that, slave?" Your voice is hard, unforgiving.

I whimper, the name sending shivers down my back. "It was nothing."

You circle a hand in front of my face, gesturing for more. "It was nothing..?"

"It was nothing, Master." I correct myself quickly, rewarded by your dazzling smile.

"Good girl." Your fingers snake through my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling roughly as your other hand slips between my legs.

I moan loudly, you knew just how to push my every button. "Masteeer.." I breathe out shakily, tossing my head back.

"Something you want, slave?" Your fingers withdraw from my pussy, drawing a low groan from my chest.

"Yes." I murmur, lifting my hips in vain. "I want your mouth." The smile gets even bigger, before you lean in to whisper seductively..

"Beg me."

I cannot stifle the throaty moan that escapes my lips. "Please Master." I whimper "Please, I need your tongue to put out the fire between my legs. I need you to touch me, take me, I need it so bad." You kiss me roughly, nipping at my bottom lip.

"Fucking love it when you beg."

A swift wink and you're back at my pussy. I whimper as you slip a finger into me, feeling my tight walls before adding a second digit then rotate my hips as you slowly rock in and out. I whimper again, unsteadily, your talented tongue beginning to dance circles around my clit. "Oh god yes, that feels amazing." I pant. "Mmm, yes..harder.." Your teeth softly close on the tender flesh of my clit and I quietly yelp. The noise turns quickly to a moan when you comply with my request, fingers slamming in fast and deep. Every thrust sends bolts of lightning up my spine, your two fingers stretch me in the most delightful way.

Pulling at the cuffs, in vain, only makes you laugh evilly, pull out and question, "Something wrong?"

I only glare, spinning my wrists slightly. "Please let me out, Master" I put on my sweetest voice to beg. "Pleeeease I want to touch you, I want to please you, make my Master very proud of his little slave."

Your smile twists, taking on a devilish nature. "Nope. Instead.." A pause "I want you to stay still. And quiet." You know that silence is near impossible for me, staying still as well.

"But.." I begin to protest.

Your look silences me "All I want to hear is 'Yes Master'. Do you understand me, slave?"

"Yes Master." I whisper, your grin reappearing.

"Good."

Your fingers are back inside me seconds later and I clamp down on my lower lip to keep from moaning, hands curling into fists. This was going to be a long morning.