He paced the room as he spoke, his words coated in control. “The rules of this game are very simple. And you must, I repeat, you must follow my rules.
She was familiar with his rules. Last time she had followed his rules, she had ended up with her back pressed against the wall of the shed during the Horton family picnic, struggling to keep silent as he licked and sucked her hard. And although his rules turned out to be amazing satisfying, the idea of being caught in such a compromising position during the family function was equally terrifying. The familiar unease accompanied her this evening.
You may remember a game from childhood called “Mother May I.”
She shook her head in agreement, the elementary concepts of the game forming in her mind.
He continued. “Our game tonight is similar, but this version is much more…adult. The game we’re going to play is called ‘Lover May I.’ As your lover in this game, and in life, I get to call the shots.”
She stood wide-eyed and nodded her comprehension. Just what “shots” was he prepared to call?
“Here’s how the game is played,” he said. “I will give you a command. You must ask for permission to follow the command by saying, “Lover may I?” I then have the power to grant or deny you permission. Sounds simple enough, right? But may I remind you that if you forget to say these words before completing the task, I will be forced to punish you,” he paused, allowing the rules of the game to sink in. “Do you understand?”
She slowly shook her head yes, trying hard to conceal her unease. But she could tell by the tone of his voice that although there would be plenty of teasing, there would be no joking in this game. He had made it clear that he was in control and was not to be tested. She did not fear that he would harm her if she disobeyed him; rather, he would become frustrated, quit the game and end all promises of intimacy for the evening, ultimately leaving her utterly unsatisfied. At this moment, a fate without his touch seemed equally as dreadful. She was already beginning to feel that familiar flush that he could so deftly create in her.
“Good,” he said, acknowledging her obedience, a sly grin gracing his features. He could tell she was nervous. She always was a bit uneasy when he took complete control over their lovemaking, and with good reason. He tended to add a little bit of danger to their pleasure, but he knew she enjoyed it very much. “Then let’s begin.”
He walked over and sat on the edge of their bed, leaving her standing in the middle of the room, the candlelight flickering eerily around her. He did not speak. He only sat and stared at her for a moment, slowly sweeping his gaze up her shapely legs, picturing what lay beneath the skirt of her business suit, past her stomach and hips, to her full breasts hidden beneath sheer silk and lace. He finally peered upon her beautiful face. His wife. God, how he loved this woman. In and out of the bedroom, she entranced him. The way she moved, the way she smelled, the softness of her body and spirit. Mezmerizing.
She watched his eyes slowly travel up her frame and shivered slightly at his scrutinizing gaze. She enjoyed it when he looked at her this way; she knew he was probably undressing her in his mind. But he stayed quiet so long that she thought she had misunderstood the game. Was she supposed to start? A slight panic overcame her as she worried she might have broken his rules already, fearful that the mysterious web of seduction would be unraveled by the wind of confusion.
She had resolved to admit her uncertainty when he finally spoke.
“Let down your hair,” he said decisively.
“Lover may I?” she quickly replied in a perked tone, happy that the spell was not broken and eager to begin. She would try very hard to play well.
“Yes you may.”
She unclasped the pin that held her hair in place. She threw her head back and shook out her locks and let the blond curls bound around her face. She put replaced her hands at her side and awaited his next command.
“Take off your jacket,” he said.
“Lover may I?” she replied.
“Yes you may.”
She ran her nimble hands under her jacket and pushed it off her shoulders, teasing her fingertips along the silk of her blouse, but not too much. This was his game. She let the jacket fall to the floor.
He admired her as she stood in her skirt and simple silk blouse. He was proud of her. She was doing very well, but it was time to move things along. He stood and made his way towards her. He cupped her chin in the palm of his hand for a moment as he spoke.
“Stay here,” he said.
“Lover may I?”
He had intended it to be a request more than a command and he smiled at her obedience, despite himself. “Yes you may,” he said and exited the room, leaving her standing alone once again.
He returned momentarily, grasping a single glass of wine. He circled her slowly, stalking her, visually feasting on her as though she were his prey.
“Drink this,” he said when he reached the front of her body and he handed her the wine.
“Lover may I?”
“Yes you may.”
She placed the smooth glass against her lips and slowly allowed the crisp liquid to cool her throat. She was happy for the distraction. She peered at him over the rim of her glass, unsure of his next move.
As she sipped, he slowly began to unhook the pearl buttons of her sheer blouse, letting the warmth of his fingertips melt into her skin. Inch by inch, she was exposed to him, her pale skin glowing in the warmly lit room and heated by his gaze.
She downed the remainder of her drink as he unhinged the last button. She was tingling now, although unable to decipher whether the wine was the culprit or the touch of his hands.
He took the glass from her hand, placed it on the nearby dresser and moved to kiss her. His tongue skimmed the softness of her lips and she allowed him further access, his tongue finding hers and dancing along it, taking in the taste of her and of the wine.
He pulled back quickly, unwilling to lose his resolve. “Remove my shirt and tie”
“Lover may I?”
“Yes you may.”
He watched her deliberately as her nimble fingers work to discard the material. The task completed, she waited again.
“Kiss me,” he said.
The alcohol and passion now rushing to her head, she leaned in, eager to feel his mouth on hers again.
Before she made complete contact, he grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her away from him. She gasped as his sudden motion shocked her.
“You did not ask permission to kiss me,” he said.
She realized her mistake and her stomach dropped.
“You must be punished,” he said and leaning in, he started to suck and bite her neck.
She closed her eyes and rolled her head back, allowing him further access to her skin. Oh, how she loved when he kissed her there. But how could this possibly be punishment? Then it hit her. She has a very important, very formal business meeting with the hospital CEO the next morning and John was well aware. He was prepared to leave a mark that only a turtleneck would cover, and considering it was mid-summer, wearing a turtleneck would scream cover up. She had little time to worry or consider her concealment options because his hands began to roam.
He removed his mouth from her neck and his hands from her body. “Strip,” he demanded.
“Lover may I?” she asked, being very careful now.
“Yes you may,” he said. “Slowly and leave the heels on.”
She did as she was told.
“Very good,” he said smiling at her. “Now Marlena, I want you to touch yourself.”
”Lover may I?” she asked, eager to engage in stimulation.
“Yes you may.”
She smoothed her hands down her chest and stopped to squeeze her hardened nipples. She continued along and reached the juncture between her legs, her fingers gliding along her glistening lips, begin to move in a steady rhythm. She moaned at the sensation.
Enjoying himself as she enjoyed herself, John began to undress.
She watched his body being revealed, increasing her hand’s tempo and imagining his touch as he sat on the bed, now completely nude. Although he acted in control, it was obvious by his hardness that he was enjoying this.
“I see that you are enjoying yourself very much, Marlena,” he said, becoming enraptured by the movement of her hand. “I want you to touch yourself until you come.”
“Oh, Lover may I?”
“No you may not.”
“What?” she shockingly cried out, feeling very on edge and close to spinning out of control.
“You heard me correctly,” he said. “Stop touching yourself and come here.”
Utterly disappointed, she removed her hands from her body and walked over to him. He grabbed her wrist and took her fingers in his mouth and sucked her taste off of them.
He stood, his naked body becoming dangerously close to hers. He ran his hand down her spine and smacked her hard across her bottom.
Shock at the sudden sensation jolted through her, but the pain soon warmed to pleasure.
“You did not ask permission to come to me,” he said, explaining his reasoning for the smack. “But I will forgive you since you tasted so good. In fact, I think I’d like to taste more of you.
He sat back down. Standing in her heels, before him, she was at perfect height for tasting. He used one hand to spread her lips wide and the other pressed against the small of her back, forcing her hips towards him. He began to slowly run the tip of his tongue along her clit, swirling back down to dip into her wetness, creating the silkiest sensation with his tongue. He increased his speed.
She felt out of control with nothing to grab on to in this position but the back of his head, which served to encourage him to devour her deeply.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. And he stopped.
He pulled her hips away and looked up at her. “Lay down on the bed,” he said.
“Lover may I?”
“No you may not.”
She recognized the given opportunity and took the hint. She straddled him. He didn’t say she couldn’t. She placed one thigh on either side of his and arched into him, purposely rubbing her swollen clit against his now straining cock. She was so wet, he was so hard.
“Tell me what you would like to do,” he said, his body responding strongly to her now.
“Lover may I?”
“Yes you may.”
“I am so turned on right now John. You’ve teased me into oblivion and now all I want is to feel you thrust deep inside of me. Please don’t make me wait any longer. I want to make you come.”
Her words made him lose all resolve. How could he deny her such a request? And with that, he forgot the rules of the game.
He took her breast into his mouth and teased her hardened nipple with his tongue. She arched into him, reveling in the warmth of his mouth.
Unable to wait much longer, she grabbed the length of him and poised him at her entrance and raised her hips. He leaned her back and taking her hips in his hands, buried himself deep inside her. Low moans escaped both their mouths as they began a steady rhythm, in and out. She swiveled her hips as he pulled her down each time. Needing release they sped up, his hardness pressing deep against her sensitive walls, they slid easily along together. She felt the familiar fire begin to burn in her stomach travel to her thighs and she convulsed around him as her body began to jerk, letting her release take over. Feeling her give in, he was right behind her and jerked his hips sharply into her as he came.
They stayed entwined for moments, allowing their bodies to calm.
He pulled her back to him and kissed her softly on her swollen lips. “I love you,” he said.
“I love you,” she said, exhausted and satisfied. “We should play this again.”
“Oh lover may we?” he asked jokingly.
“Oh yes we may.”
Lover May I By: Darksacrednights
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He paced the room as he spoke, his words coated in control. “The rules of this game are very simple. And you must, I repeat, you must follow my rules.
She was familiar with his rules. Last time she had followed his rules, she had ended up with her back pressed against the wall of the shed during the Horton family picnic, struggling to keep silent as he licked and sucked her hard. And although his rules turned out to be amazing satisfying, the idea of being caught in such a compromising position during the family function was equally terrifying. The familiar unease accompanied her this evening.
You may remember a game from childhood called “Mother May I.”
She shook her head in agreement, the elementary concepts of the game forming in her mind.
He continued. “Our game tonight is similar, but this version is much more…adult. The game we’re going to play is called ‘Lover May I.’ As your lover in this game, and in life, I get to call the shots.”
She stood wide-eyed and nodded her comprehension. Just what “shots” was he prepared to call?
“Here’s how the game is played,” he said. “I will give you a command. You must ask for permission to follow the command by saying, “Lover may I?” I then have the power to grant or deny you permission. Sounds simple enough, right? But may I remind you that if you forget to say these words before completing the task, I will be forced to punish you,” he paused, allowing the rules of the game to sink in. “Do you understand?”
She slowly shook her head yes, trying hard to conceal her unease. But she could tell by the tone of his voice that although there would be plenty of teasing, there would be no joking in this game. He had made it clear that he was in control and was not to be tested. She did not fear that he would harm her if she disobeyed him; rather, he would become frustrated, quit the game and end all promises of intimacy for the evening, ultimately leaving her utterly unsatisfied. At this moment, a fate without his touch seemed equally as dreadful. She was already beginning to feel that familiar flush that he could so deftly create in her.
“Good,” he said, acknowledging her obedience, a sly grin gracing his features. He could tell she was nervous. She always was a bit uneasy when he took complete control over their lovemaking, and with good reason. He tended to add a little bit of danger to their pleasure, but he knew she enjoyed it very much. “Then let’s begin.”
He walked over and sat on the edge of their bed, leaving her standing in the middle of the room, the candlelight flickering eerily around her. He did not speak. He only sat and stared at her for a moment, slowly sweeping his gaze up her shapely legs, picturing what lay beneath the skirt of her business suit, past her stomach and hips, to her full breasts hidden beneath sheer silk and lace. He finally peered upon her beautiful face. His wife. God, how he loved this woman. In and out of the bedroom, she entranced him. The way she moved, the way she smelled, the softness of her body and spirit. Mezmerizing.
She watched his eyes slowly travel up her frame and shivered slightly at his scrutinizing gaze. She enjoyed it when he looked at her this way; she knew he was probably undressing her in his mind. But he stayed quiet so long that she thought she had misunderstood the game. Was she supposed to start? A slight panic overcame her as she worried she might have broken his rules already, fearful that the mysterious web of seduction would be unraveled by the wind of confusion.
She had resolved to admit her uncertainty when he finally spoke.
“Let down your hair,” he said decisively.
“Lover may I?” she quickly replied in a perked tone, happy that the spell was not broken and eager to begin. She would try very hard to play well.
“Yes you may.”
She unclasped the pin that held her hair in place. She threw her head back and shook out her locks and let the blond curls bound around her face. She put replaced her hands at her side and awaited his next command.
“Take off your jacket,” he said.
“Lover may I?” she replied.
“Yes you may.”
She ran her nimble hands under her jacket and pushed it off her shoulders, teasing her fingertips along the silk of her blouse, but not too much. This was his game. She let the jacket fall to the floor.
He admired her as she stood in her skirt and simple silk blouse. He was proud of her. She was doing very well, but it was time to move things along. He stood and made his way towards her. He cupped her chin in the palm of his hand for a moment as he spoke.
“Stay here,” he said.
“Lover may I?”
He had intended it to be a request more than a command and he smiled at her obedience, despite himself. “Yes you may,” he said and exited the room, leaving her standing alone once again.
He returned momentarily, grasping a single glass of wine. He circled her slowly, stalking her, visually feasting on her as though she were his prey.
“Drink this,” he said when he reached the front of her body and he handed her the wine.
“Lover may I?”
“Yes you may.”
She placed the smooth glass against her lips and slowly allowed the crisp liquid to cool her throat. She was happy for the distraction. She peered at him over the rim of her glass, unsure of his next move.
As she sipped, he slowly began to unhook the pearl buttons of her sheer blouse, letting the warmth of his fingertips melt into her skin. Inch by inch, she was exposed to him, her pale skin glowing in the warmly lit room and heated by his gaze.
She downed the remainder of her drink as he unhinged the last button. She was tingling now, although unable to decipher whether the wine was the culprit or the touch of his hands.
He took the glass from her hand, placed it on the nearby dresser and moved to kiss her. His tongue skimmed the softness of her lips and she allowed him further access, his tongue finding hers and dancing along it, taking in the taste of her and of the wine.
He pulled back quickly, unwilling to lose his resolve. “Remove my shirt and tie”
“Lover may I?”
“Yes you may.”
He watched her deliberately as her nimble fingers work to discard the material. The task completed, she waited again.
“Kiss me,” he said.
The alcohol and passion now rushing to her head, she leaned in, eager to feel his mouth on hers again.
Before she made complete contact, he grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her away from him. She gasped as his sudden motion shocked her.
“You did not ask permission to kiss me,” he said.
She realized her mistake and her stomach dropped.
“You must be punished,” he said and leaning in, he started to suck and bite her neck.
She closed her eyes and rolled her head back, allowing him further access to her skin. Oh, how she loved when he kissed her there. But how could this possibly be punishment? Then it hit her. She has a very important, very formal business meeting with the hospital CEO the next morning and John was well aware. He was prepared to leave a mark that only a turtleneck would cover, and considering it was mid-summer, wearing a turtleneck would scream cover up. She had little time to worry or consider her concealment options because his hands began to roam.
He removed his mouth from her neck and his hands from her body. “Strip,” he demanded.
“Lover may I?” she asked, being very careful now.
“Yes you may,” he said. “Slowly and leave the heels on.”
She did as she was told.
“Very good,” he said smiling at her. “Now Marlena, I want you to touch yourself.”
”Lover may I?” she asked, eager to engage in stimulation.
“Yes you may.”
She smoothed her hands down her chest and stopped to squeeze her hardened nipples. She continued along and reached the juncture between her legs, her fingers gliding along her glistening lips, begin to move in a steady rhythm. She moaned at the sensation.
Enjoying himself as she enjoyed herself, John began to undress.
She watched his body being revealed, increasing her hand’s tempo and imagining his touch as he sat on the bed, now completely nude. Although he acted in control, it was obvious by his hardness that he was enjoying this.
“I see that you are enjoying yourself very much, Marlena,” he said, becoming enraptured by the movement of her hand. “I want you to touch yourself until you come.”
“Oh, Lover may I?”
“No you may not.”
“What?” she shockingly cried out, feeling very on edge and close to spinning out of control.
“You heard me correctly,” he said. “Stop touching yourself and come here.”
Utterly disappointed, she removed her hands from her body and walked over to him. He grabbed her wrist and took her fingers in his mouth and sucked her taste off of them.
He stood, his naked body becoming dangerously close to hers. He ran his hand down her spine and smacked her hard across her bottom.
Shock at the sudden sensation jolted through her, but the pain soon warmed to pleasure.
“You did not ask permission to come to me,” he said, explaining his reasoning for the smack. “But I will forgive you since you tasted so good. In fact, I think I’d like to taste more of you.
He sat back down. Standing in her heels, before him, she was at perfect height for tasting. He used one hand to spread her lips wide and the other pressed against the small of her back, forcing her hips towards him. He began to slowly run the tip of his tongue along her clit, swirling back down to dip into her wetness, creating the silkiest sensation with his tongue. He increased his speed.
She felt out of control with nothing to grab on to in this position but the back of his head, which served to encourage him to devour her deeply.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. And he stopped.
He pulled her hips away and looked up at her. “Lay down on the bed,” he said.
“Lover may I?”
“No you may not.”
She recognized the given opportunity and took the hint. She straddled him. He didn’t say she couldn’t. She placed one thigh on either side of his and arched into him, purposely rubbing her swollen clit against his now straining cock. She was so wet, he was so hard.
“Tell me what you would like to do,” he said, his body responding strongly to her now.
“Lover may I?”
“Yes you may.”
“I am so turned on right now John. You’ve teased me into oblivion and now all I want is to feel you thrust deep inside of me. Please don’t make me wait any longer. I want to make you come.”
Her words made him lose all resolve. How could he deny her such a request? And with that, he forgot the rules of the game.
He took her breast into his mouth and teased her hardened nipple with his tongue. She arched into him, reveling in the warmth of his mouth.
Unable to wait much longer, she grabbed the length of him and poised him at her entrance and raised her hips. He leaned her back and taking her hips in his hands, buried himself deep inside her. Low moans escaped both their mouths as they began a steady rhythm, in and out. She swiveled her hips as he pulled her down each time. Needing release they sped up, his hardness pressing deep against her sensitive walls, they slid easily along together. She felt the familiar fire begin to burn in her stomach travel to her thighs and she convulsed around him as her body began to jerk, letting her release take over. Feeling her give in, he was right behind her and jerked his hips sharply into her as he came.
They stayed entwined for moments, allowing their bodies to calm.
He pulled her back to him and kissed her softly on her swollen lips. “I love you,” he said.
“I love you,” she said, exhausted and satisfied. “We should play this again.”
“Oh lover may we?” he asked jokingly.
“Oh yes we may.”
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