Characters involved: Me, FatherMaster
FatherMaster is 36, and has had bad experiences with dating younger women. I am 19, don't actually have any romantic feelings for him, and have had an extremely bad experience with dating an older man. So, while we are both clearly sexually attracted to each other, and we both know it, we've agreed that, between the two of us, we will have enough willpower not to do anything that will cause us to stop respecting ourself in the morning. He is also very clearly a top. *very* clearly.
We were lying on the couch, challenging each others willpower, and talking. We do a lot of that --talking-- he seems thus far to be trustworthy, and he listens, or at least pretends to. But somewhere along the way, I bite my tongue on a thought. Which means he immediately coaxes it out of me.
"You make me want to fall to my knees and call you Master," I purr at him, and he smiles, pleased. Clearly, this is not going to happen- the two of us do nothing for each other but tease and tease, but oh, he is so good at teasing.
We return to our petting, pressed front to back, so I can feel him hard against my arse, and slowly running our hands along each other, stopping just short of anything scandalous. He runs his hand up my front, curving it gently over my breast, close enough that I can feel the warmth, but still denying me his touch. As I said, willpower.
Finally, he pauses, and squeezes me close in a hug. "You need to go to bed." As it was four in the morning, I wasn't much for arguing, but the thought of leaving his warmth to go to a cold bed made me pout.
"Your Master commands it." --a shiver down my spine, I can't very well argue with that. He accompanies me to the bedroom, scooping me up at the threshhold to dump me into bed himself. Gently, he steers my hands to my breasts, it's clear what he expects me to be doing after he leaves.
We say goodnight, and he leaves. I wiggle out of my jeans, and let my hand slide down into my panties. To say that I was wet may have been a touch of an understatement, the four hours of his hands on my body were more than enough to get me all hot and bothered.
Daydreams of him accompany me to orgasm. My libido finally having found its release, I sink into sleep.