As You Wish

She was anxious. She could feel how sweaty her palms were as she pulled the door closed behind her. Every click of her heels resounded against the tiles, echoing in her ears; as she crossed the small apartment. She never knew what he'd have in mind for her next. She walked to the glass doors leading to the balcony. A slight grin crept across her lips as she recalled her last visit - he'd pressed her against the glass and had his way as she peered at the lights from neighboring balconies. Odds were that nobody in the immediate vicinity looked up and witnessed her painted against the glass but there was always the off chance someone watched him take her seemingly out in the open.

She pulled the latch and slid the door aside stepping gingerly out onto the landing. The night air was moist and somewhat tepid and she could just make out the smell of someone cooking mingled with the scent of citronella. She thought perhaps it would please him even more to move directly outside. She was genuinely afraid of being seen, as the balconies really offered no mask against the many rows along the face of this building. To the front and sides were more balconied windows as the buildings enclosed a small courtyard below.  The prospect of arousing him awoke something deep inside her, overruling any objections she could muster.

He was dominant yet gentle, never threatening. He made clear what he wanted usually as he was taking it. She never thought herself to be submissive until he got his hands on her. Surrendering to his will lit her insides on fire. Turning him on and getting him off was an ever growing challenge, each time they were together was an adventure into shattering personal boundaries. When he was fully aroused he craved unspeakable things... and she ached to arouse him and satiate every wicked desire.

She stepped across the compact terrace and lit the citronella candles on the nearby stand pausing a moment to spy any possible voyeurs. She leaned against the railing and looked over the side head cocked, ear poised to take in any audible evidence of an audience. There were signs of life but few and far between, it was mostly dark and quiet. She inhaled deeply trying to calm herself, she was already so excited...

Just as she exhaled, he approached her from behind; she felt his hand find its way to her hip, squeezing gently he pulled her against him. She automatically pressed back into his embrace and listened to his breathing feeling his chest rise and fall against her back. He was calm but she could feel his pulse bounding against her. He shifted his weight and turned her to face him, leaning in to kiss her slowly he pressed her against the balcony rail.

She spread her arms out like wings along the railing and gripped tightly, the wind fluttering her tresses as they hung over the edge behind her - a fall from this height would not end well. He broke the kiss and still licking at her lips he leaned into her bracing her with his leg and commanded "Close your eyes, I've got you." She felt the weight of something heavy in his pocket as he steadied her; she wondered briefly and did as she was told.

She felt his hand on her thigh pushing the hem of her skirt aside, her hips started to grind in anticipation of his fingers finding how wet she was already. His fingers searched along her thigh finding instead the elastic of her panties and played along it running up over her hip. Her hips bucked slightly in resistance as he slid his hand down and grabbed her ass tightly. "I'll have this tonight." He stated plainly.

 Her eyes opened, trying to digest what he said, she looked at him. He released her and fished in his pocket "I told you. Close your eyes." Her thighs trembled, but she obeyed him. She wondered if there were any balcony dwellers quietly stealing a view of what was to come. He was a fairly well endowed man; in truth she wasn't sure she could handle all of him. But he wanted it; she could feel how hard he was; so she would try to take whatever he wanted to give her, wherever he wanted to put it.

His left arm pulled her to him, moving his hand down her back he unzipped her dress. His right hand found his way between her thighs rubbing something cold but smooth against her lips. She felt him move the damp cloth aside "Look at me." He said and she opened her eyes as he rolled whatever he was holding between her lips parting them. "I won't leave her out." He explained, as he pushed a small weighted metal ball expertly into her. He held it in place for a moment and pushed yet another one in. He slid her panties back into place and held his hand cupping her, helping her to hold the remarkably heavy spheres in place.

She searched his face for signs of direction; she knew if he moved his hand she could not hold the weighed spheres herself. His left arm worked delicately back up her spine to the back of her neck untying the only strap now holding her dress up. The fabric slid down her skin where the fabric folded loosely over his wrist. The night air lingered upon her bare chest, her eyes scanning the immediate area, suddenly aware of how exposed she was she started to tense.

 "Stand up straight." He insisted. Fighting back panic she focused on his voice and stood tall and rigid. "Relax these muscles." He said gently as his fingertips traced her spine downward between her shoulder blades. She slowly dropped her shoulders, exhaling, and tried to ease her pith. "Push your ass out and up." He stated calmly letting his hand glide down her length; his middle fingers coming to a rest between her cheeks. She pressed against him to keep her balance as she followed his direction. "Don't tighten here." he said as he pressed his fingers against her "Relax." He paused to hold her kissing her softly.

Her muscles screamed as she sought to master them. As her eyelids closed she glimpsed their shadow plastered along the side of the building illuminated and enlarged by the candle light. His soft full lips melted away her surroundings; she would drown in his kisses, while the whole world watched if he wanted her to.  "Use your legs, tighten your thighs." He told her as his right hand moved to brace her she could feel the fingers of his left penetrate her. She jerked but he pressed harder against her, her thighs jittered and her hips were quivering.

He dipped his fingers into her and slightly parted them, shocking her muscles into dropping the sticky wet globe. She flushed immediately feeling her ears stinging with chagrin. He leaned into her letting her feel his full hardness knowing it drove her. His hand had prevented her from dropping the ball but he didn't press it back in, instead he asked her "Can you feel the difference in your muscles?"

 Catching her breath back she thought about it, she could discern between his fingers moving in and out of her and the weighted, sloppy wet pressure. Goose bumps ran across her flesh and her fingers chased them down across her hardened nipples to her lower abdomen. With her fingertips she could feel exactly which muscles she needed to use. She squeezed a little to test and found she could hold one... it was a struggle but she had it. She looked in his eyes as she put her arm around his neck and pulled herself up on him, wrapping her legs around his waist.  

He caught her readily and steadied her, rubbing his massive length against her warm and swollen lips. He rewarded her obedience by carrying her inside where she could more easily surrender to his wishes. He could feel her thighs twinge against him, and knew her muscles were starting to burn. He moved to the couch to allow her a simpler position not wanting to overwork unused muscles. However, as he approached he felt her silken skin against him gliding slowly downward slipping from his grasp.

She writhed her way down manipulating her new found muscles, careful not to let the one silvery sphere escape her clasp. The burn was becoming intense; she could feel fire running up to her navel, aching sparks licking at her ribs and her thighs were trembling with effort. She knew she would surely lose her grip too soon, yet she craved him so badly she dared not disappoint him. She dropped directly to her knees before him, clenching them tightly together. Her hands quickly found his thighs, her petal soft lips searching hungrily for a taste of his manhood.

He withdrew sharply barking angrily at her. “No. You don’t make choices; you do as you’re told. You don’t deserve me in your mouth do you?” He grabbed her hair tugging her up from the floor. “No...” she murmured huskily as he embossed his hand print into her ass cheek. She jumped; the sting licking at her nerve endings distracted her making her drop the clutched object with a hollow clang onto the floor. He jerked her onto the arm of the couch commanding her to face away from him and straddle it, before retrieving the brilliant little trainers.

He moved behind her abruptly, yanking aside her panties aside he pumped his fingers into her dripping wet slit. “Get them wet like a good girl.” She moaned loudly easily accommodating his directive. He pulled his fingers out of her smearing her juices between her cheeks. She could feel her juices seeping down her thighs; her hips bucked involuntarily anticipating him penetrating her newly lubricated foramen. She heard the metallic sound of the balls clinking together before he stuffed them one by one back into her. “Hold them in place.” He insisted.

She reached under herself cupping her warm mound another low groan escaped her as the heel of her hand rubbed her hardened button. He stung her ass again as his voice boomed “No! You can’t enjoy this until I tell you to.” He grabbed her free arm bending it back behind her forcing her spine to arch. “What do I want?” He whispered into her ear. “My ass” she replied throatily. “No, it’s mine. Show it to me.” He demanded.

Her hand moved with humility, spreading wide her most private place for him to see. He lined himself up letting his thick hard head throb against her. “Rock back; take me as deeply as you can into you.” She pressed backwards biting her lip. Her nerves ran wild in her stomach, chill after chill danced across the span of her shaking body as she fought back tears. His hips began to move gracefully with hers plunging deeper into her with each stroke. “Come on little girl, show me you can take it all.” He dared her.

She held her breath and thrust backwards letting his full erection sink into her. She felt the warm rigidity of his stomach muscles press against her pinkened tush. Though she tried; each time he sunk deep into her, her pelvic floor contracted and one of the small globular objects would spill out. “Push them back in.” He tasked her as he pulled slowly out. She exhaled breathily “As you wish.”  Her muscles started to move seemingly on their own. She could barely tighten the thew she was so proud to have found.

He stroked her hair impassionedly, penetrating her gently. She could feel every muscle from her core to her hip bones ablaze with lust... and spasm. He could feel her clenching become more controlled though her trembling thighs gave way to shaking. “You may let one go.” He offered generously. Her fingers plied the sticky orbs, expelling one saturated weight from her aching vortex. He clutched her hips tightly and pounded into her, accelerating his pace gliding in and out of her harder testing her anal malleability.

A sheer mist of sweat blanketed her skin as her body worked in rhythms between his passionate yet forceful thrusts sinking completely into her and her hand working furiously to contain the globe in such a sopping wet gash. Her moans became growls, low guttural gasps, and animalistic murmurs.  Her body shuddered involuntarily as he slammed into her. Her tremors were his cue to break her hand free of its chore; he drew her arm back directing her to use her hands to spread her pliable buns.

He drove himself into her, his weight bearing down on her tender undulating hips hammering her beaten wet pussy into the couch arm. “Ride” He purred into her ear as his arms grazed her ribs reaching for her breasts. She bucked acquiescently suddenly feeling heat welling up in her, a slow grinding wave of almost nausea. She started to feel light headed and sank back into him; he wrapped his arms tightly around her as the final ball gushed out from inside her in a flood of cum and body fluid. Her knees locked, her thighs twitched, her ribs tingled, her body shook, and her ass clenched tight.

He let out a low, deep chested howl as he pulled out and slid himself between her quaking ass cheeks, spattering them and her lower back in a warm sticky mess. He held her securely in his arms and trembled against her, kissing her neck. “You make me want to do these things to you...” His voice hummed softly in her ear. She stepped back shrugging him off of her. He stepped back standing clear of her recovered form.

As she turned to face him she slapped him squarely across his face. The sound of the clap echoed in his ears and stung the inside of his mouth. “You completely ruined my panties.” She said tugging on them letting them slide down her legs. She charged him again taking his flaccid shaft in hand “Never tell me I don’t deserve this cock. It’s for me. Do you understand me?”  She said squeezing gingerly.

He partially stiffened in her grip before sliding to his knees before her. He nuzzled his face in her knees and muttered “Yes mistress.”

“I’m glad we cleared that up” she beamed. “Now fuck me again. Only this time... my way.”

He smirked up at her “As you wish.”