I live and write BDSM. Age 18+. Scarleteen is great for under 18.
While I've never written The Queen in a suit- when he's not in the board room, he's in jeans- something about Kayla's inspiration picture made me think of him and Iona early in their relationship and this is the masturbation that came of it...
Iona passed one hand over the rose-scented bubbles before she cupped one breast, her fingers pinching her nipple. She gasped at the pleasant pain and then treated her other nipple to the same.
She lifted her feet so her toes peeked through the bubbles. "I wonder how much longer..." She grinned at the outer door opening and closing.
Letting her eyelids drift down, the scenes of that morning's lovemaking danced in front of her mind's eye. She pinched her nipples again, remembering his lips and teeth, their affectionate, passionate touch.
Keys clattered on the desk. Shoes noisily hit a wall.
Iona grinned. Should I finish my bath so I can tend him? We're still figuring out what he wants of me.
Her hands traveled down her moist chest, then her stomach. His smile appeared in her mind's eye. Her nipples throbbed. "My Goddess, to be desired is good."
"Sweet Freya, what beauty I see," The Queen's growl filled the quiet.
Reaching beneath the water, she dragged her fingers over her freshly shaven labia. She listened close as the rustling of clothes sounded alongside the popping of bubbles.
How I wish this tub was big enough for both of us. She opened her eyes only to find herself gazing into his crystal clear blue eyes. A pulse of arousal jumped in her clit; he had removed his suit jacket and tie and had released his long, black hair from the pony tail she'd carefully done for him.
Her fingers dipped between her labia as she watched him undo one wrist button and then fold the sleeve up above his elbow.
"Good girl." Still husky, but less growl, his words joined her stroking fingers. "Let me see you stroke your body to its fulfillment."
The moments when his religion fill his words are so erotic. "Yes, my Queen."
He unbuttoned his other sleeve. "Show me the pleasure in your beautiful eyes."
Her lips parted, a puff of air slipping out.
"Will the promise of a spanking over my knee and then hot wax help you orgasm?"
"Yes, my Queen," she hissed.
"And again if I allow?"
"Yes, please, my Queen." Less and less bubble cover obscured his view of her finger sliding into her cunt. She reconnected her gaze to his only to find he'd never looked away to the rest of her body. Her hand sped up, making the water slosh around her. She pushed her middle finger as far as it would go into her cunt as her thumb worked on her clit.
Candlelight reflected in his eyes.
Her toes curled under the hot water. Left hand coming up to her right breast, she moaned.
"If you just let your gaze drop slightly, you will see the color candle I chose."
She pushed back against the tub.
"I have not ordered you to look into my eyes." His laughter illuminated his comment.
Biting her lip, she relinquished her needy grasp on his eyes to admire the candle. The scarlet wax had been poured into a mason jar. What appeared to be Nordic runes had been painted in black. Her body went rigid with an orgasm larger than she had experienced in solo masturbation.
"My very good girl." He squatted beside the tub, holding onto its edge with his free hand. "Dry off and we will enjoy each other more?"
"Yes, my Queen." She licked her lips. "Ah... ish mak dish." She coughed and then licked her lips again.
"Hm. Lovely attempt at German, my dear. Yes, I will be very happy to have you writhing beneath me. I like you very much." He reached out with his tongue, brushing against her nipple. His hair brushed her breasts as it grew wet. "You are so beautiful when you come."
"For you, my Queen."
He kissed her hard. "For me."