Roleplay 9
I was at home cleaning the entirety of my house. It was a Wednesday and my boyfriend always came over on Wednesdays and Saturdays. As I cleaned the house I lost myself in the music in my ears whilst I cleaned, not expecting to feel arms slide around my waist. I stiffened, dropping the mop I had in my hands and exhaled shakily before smelling the familiar, comforting scent.
"I didn't hear you come in," I murmured to him, relaxing into his embrace.
"That's because I'm wearing slippers. See?" He chuckled lightly, lifting up one of his legs to show me his bright pink googly-eyed slippers.
I took off the gloves I had on my hands, set them on the side and turned around to face him. The corners of my lips tilted upwards at the sight of his slippers; they never failed to make me giggle. mean, when have you ever seen a man wear pink googly-eyed slippers? It's a rare sight.
"Of course! How could I forget about your new slippers?" I exclaimed quietly, grinning at him. He smiled back at me before his attention was diverted from me.
He pulled his glasses down a little bit, looking at the gloves on the side. "What's with the rubber gloves?"
My gaze briefly goes to the gloves and returns to his face. "You see a mop on the floor, no? I was cleaning the house, babe. I would have noticed your presence if I didn't get so into it," I told him with a raised eyebrow. I watched him as he looked around the floor, pushing his glasses back up.
"Yup, it looks pretty clean to me," he said, looking at me with a dorky grin. I chuckled and rolled my eyes at him.
"I need to finish up in the kitchen, then I'll be with you. We can do whatever you want to today," I smiled, pecking his cheek quickly.
"Well, I'm open to suggestions."
"I know, but we're always doing things I suggest. I think it's your turn," I replied as I rang out the mop into the bucket and emptied the dirty water down the drain.
He pouts, "but I like what you suggest, it's fun."
I chuckled lightly, washing my hands. "Okay, fine. We'll do another suggestion of mine today, but next time it's yours," I said, my tone of voice stern. I walked back over to him and hugged him properly. My hands rested just comfortably above his arse.
He hugged me back, his mouth resting near my ear. "That's a deal," he agreed, a small smile coming to his face.
"Mmm, missed you," I whispered to him, kissing his neck softly.
He hadn't been able to come over for the past few weeks because of family problems abroad. We called every day, but I missed his touch, his kisses, his hugs; so being here, in his arms right now, was a relief.
"I bet," he spoke softly, caressing my chin as he kissed my lips. I moved my arms and snaked them around his neck as I smiled and responded passionately to his kiss.
His hands subconsciously moved down my body and he pinched my butt as we made out. I knew I was moving backwards, but we were both too into the make out to notice how close the side was. I felt the kitchen worktop become more prominent against my back, but that only drove me to deepen the kiss more.
My fingers glided through his soft hair and I gripped it. My tongue slid against his lips, asking for permission. He broke it, whispering huskily, "go for it."
His hands began to make their way up my top and into my hair. He played with my hair and our tongues playfully battled fro dominance. Eventually we broke the kiss, gasping softly for air.
"Okay," I murmured lowly, looking at his neck and collarbones like they were prey. I began to kiss and suck at his chin, neck and collarbones, attacking it softly with my lips until I left red and purple marks. Once I was satisfied with my markings on his neck and collarbones, I came up next to his ear and whispered, "have you been a good boy?"
I smiled lustfully as I heard his breath hitch. His eyes widened and he looked at me blankly with confusion, "I, um-- I'll let you be the judge of that." He proceeded to tell me about what happened the last few weeks, making sure he hadn't left out the details of temptation; the tone of his voice was somehow husky, yet high-pitched with confusion.
I gave him an innocent smile as I watched his facial expressions. It was amusing to watch, 'll be honest. "Come on, baby. Let's take this to a more appropriate room."
He passed a nervous laugh and followed me quietly, watching my hips as they swayed. I lead him to a room I had only recently finished. Nobody but my best friend and I had seen the inside, they were helping me set it up. We stopped outside a dark purple door and I briefly turned to face him before reassuring myself that it was okay and opening the door.
"What's through the door?" he asked nervously, confused that there was only one purple door whilst the rest of the doors were white. I moved out of the way.
"Go through it and you'll find out," I responded, watching his every facial expression carefully.
As he walked through the door, I followed him and stared at him amused as his face twisted into a look of shock, before returning to his usual poker face; he took in the view of which I found beautiful. Of course, I was nervous as to what he'd tell me about the room, my face didn't show it though.
This room was filled with sex toys, whips, and many other things.I couldn't help but think about all the things that could happen in here with him, and his reactions to everything.
I turned my attention back to him and noticed his slightly sarcastic manner as he looked around. His eyes finally met mine. He stared and said, "this is a lot of sex toys."
"Of course," I replied. I walked over to my whip stand and picked up a long, black leather whip, "she's my favourite." I showed him the whip and smiled with a slight evil glint in my eye.
"Careful how you swing that, you'll poke someones eye out," he said casually.
"I've never had a problem, babe. When I use my whips it's best to have them facing down," I replied, raising an eyebrow at his rudeness.
He began to walk around and told me indirectly, "surely there's more entertaining shit in this room than whips, right?" He paused and turned around to look at me, before he continued, "not to say it's not fun. I'm sure you can have a blast of a time being hit with it, because apparently that's what you're into."
I noticed the heavy sarcasm and scowled as he mocked my whip, Shallisa. my patience had started to thin, and today it had already been thinner than normal. "Ohh, baby boy, you do not want to go there. Nobody makes fun of Shallisa and gets away with it," I told him, my voice a almost a low growl. My eyes narrowed and I slowly walked towards him.
He clearly got scared because his next sentence was slightly higher pitched. he began to take small steps backwards and uttered, "okay, how about we go back to the lovely making out bit and not whip the shit out of each other."
"I'm up for the making out," I said too softly, "but not until you apologise to Shallisa. Maybe then I'll ease the punishment."
He walked over to Shallisa hesitantly, feeling weird about apologising to a whip. He said his apologies and my facial expression changed immediately. I put Shallisa back where she was and pushed my boyfriend to the bed.
We both fell onto the bed and he held my waist as we lie there staring into my eyes. Conveniently, my hips landed on his crotch. I smirked and leaned down, connecting our lips together and began to grind myself against him. He returned the kiss passionately.
His hands made their way down the buttons of my top, until he finally undid the last button and slipped it off my body. His hands explore my torso and I gasp at his cold hands, "cold!" I sat up straight, and somehow moved so I sat comfortably above his covered member.
He watched my facial expressions as he took my leopard-print bra off. His hands mess with my boobs and I continue to grind on his lap. I moaned quietly to myself as I became more and more aware of what his hands did to my body.
He griped my waist and flipped us over, taking off my jeans and pressing soft kisses all over. I look down at him surprised, although I didn't pay much attention, the lust I felt was the only thing I could pay attention to -- it even made me forget about his punishment. I rested my head back on the bed as I waited impatiently, as I bit my lip in an attempt to control myself.
He finally noticed my leopard-print knickers and looked up at me, whispering, "you're wild."
I blushed, embarrassed. "I like my underwear to match my mood," I whispered in response.
"I love it," he muttered, taking down my knickers and kissing the edges of my entrance. I relaxed my arms and closed my eyes. I tried not to respond to the touches and feelings as he proceeded to eat me out.
He climbed up my body once again, with kisses and positioned himself with me. I brought him in for a kiss as I wrapped my legs loosely around him. He held my cheeks softly as we kissed and asked me quietly, "where do we take it from here?"
I thrust my hips up onto his cock, groaning loudly as I did so and flipped us over. "We take it up a couple notches," I whispered back. I bounced on his dick, leaving quiet moans to dissolve into the air as they escaped my lips. His hands sat on my hips and he watched as I bounced, whilst I looked around for the perfect surface to be fucked against.
His grip on my hips became firmer as he began to meet my bounced with strong thrusts. His grunts became louder, and I groaned, surprised as he thrusted into me so strongly. "Oh fuck!"
I got momentarily distracted, enjoying the feel of his thick cock inside me. After a few moments of enjoying him I caught my breath and moaned out, "fuck me... against... that wall over there." I pointed to the wall to our left, right next to a window.
He picked me up, walked over to the wall I found perfect, held a leg in place and continued to fuck me like an animal against the wall. His breaths started to become noticeably harsher.
He and I made eye contact. Both our mouths hung open, breathing harshly and heavily as if we had run a marathon. I moved against his dick slightly and gave a sudden wail of a moan as I felt pleasure run through my entire body. "There! Oh, fuck there... harder!" I gasped out, staring intensely at his -- now extremely plump-- lips.
As he picked up his pace of fucking me senseless, he couldn't resist my lips. He leaned forward and smashed our mouths together. The kiss was almost as intense as the fuck, which only enhanced my feeling of his dick as it moved rapidly inside me.
My moans were muffled by the intense make out, and our tongues once again battled for dominance. I brought one of my hands up to my breasts and started massaging it. I knew my climax was going to come soon, I felt a knot begin to form in my stomach. I needed to find a way to tell him, but I didn't want to break the kiss.
His hands move from my hips to my arse and he grabs both cheeks, pulling me into him more and more roughly. He knew he was close, but didn't want to break the kiss like me, just to say.
Instead of breaking the kiss, I snogged him harder. My other hand I tangled in his hair and I ground my hips faster, trying to match the pace he thrust into me.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I chanted in my head. I was about to break -- at least, it felt like I was about to break. Finally breaking the kiss due to lack of air, I thre my head back, not caring it hit the wall and let my orgasm take charge.
"Fuuuuck! Ahhhnnnn!" I moaned, letting all my juices cover his cock.
He released seconds after I did. "Ahhhh fuck!" he sighed, thrusting a couple of times after to make sure all of it was let out. I let my leg slide down and myself off his dick. I leaned against the wall and he kissed me softly before helping me to the bed close to us.
I rested my head on his chest and breathed heavily as I listened to his slowing heartbeat. I remembered I was meant to punish him and said in a sigh, "fuck me... I guess you can have fun without all the sex toys."
I gave him a soft wide smile, which he returned with a low, "I love you."
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