Caged Nightingale

Part 54- Saara

It is the most irritating experience ever. Like you've got an itch that needs scratching, but you just can't get to it. What did Atif say "Its all about control!" No shit.
I don't get a chance to let the annoyance fester. I'm too keyed up to cool off completely. Even in this heightened state, I feel Atif's hand on my hips, as he shifts himself backwards so that he is out of the way, when he flips me over onto my stomach. Then he pins me to the bed by pretty much sitting on the top of my thighs.
He's holding his own weight so I only feel the rough scratch of his jeans against my legs. I take a second to appreciate how nice it is before I feel his hand on my waist. He circles it, pressing his thumbs gently into the small on my back.
'Fuck' he says ' I love these dimples you have here!' And leans in to kiss my skin where it is indented just over where the spine and pelvis meet. He licks the skin there and I gasp from the warm wet sensation.
His fingers move over my back, fanned up and outwards, pressure radiating from the palm of his hand. He curves his hands over my shoulders, squeezes there and then back down again. The second time his hands press on the shoulder joint for a few seconds before releasing the pressure to trail his fingers down my arms. Its soothing. Relaxing.
I feel the warm skin of his chest as he leans over me. The whisper of his breath before he wipes away lose tendrils of hair that have come out of my ponytail. Then he nips the skin on the back of my neck whilst holding my nape with his other hand.
I press my forehead into the mattress trying to stiffle a moan. Because it feels crazy insane good and I'm not sure if he'll stop, when he knows I'm enjoying it too much.
With his weight against me, I can feel his erection against my backside. I squirm beneath him pushing back into it.
I hear him tut before he pulls away. His warmth is gone.
Then he pulls me up onto my knees. On to all fours. He slips his fingers into the lace waistband of my panties at my hips and gently pulls them over my rear and down my thighs.
He holds my backside and bites the skin there. It's not a hard or particularly sharp bite. Just enough pressure for me to feel it. And it feels oh so good. He reaches forward and begins to pinch my clit between his thumb and forefinger. I gasp at the pleasure as it spikes and I feel myself throbbing, ready for him.
I push backwards, wanting him to take me. Desperate for him inside me. But he's in no rush, with his free hand he strokes my backside in long languished circles. Stopping occasionally to squeezes the muscle there in his palm. Helplessly I push back against him.
"I'm going to spank you" he says stroking my cheeks slowly. I close my eyes and brace myself for impact. There is a sharp stinging pain at the botton of my cheeks which sits just above my thigh, like a flash. It leaves behind a lovely warm sensation that radiates through to the muscle. I moan out loud.
Atif proceeds to stroke the skin softly. Before striking the other cheek. Again the shock of the impact is quickly followed by the most delicious warm sensation in the muscle there. It must be to fat on my buttocks that absorb the force or the endorphines kicking in because it feels so good. Without even knowing why, I push my backside out as he caresses the skin there. He must strike me about half a dozen times before I begin to really feel the burn in my skin. He let's his hands slide up my back and down my flanks.
I gasp when I feel him press on the inside of my butt cheeks, separating them. I feel the air hit the skin and close my eyes when I feel his lips kiss me there. His tongue stroking the sensative flesh in circles. Fuck. It feels so amazing. I push backwards shamelessly wanting more.
He winds his arm around my waist to anchor me as I feel the wetness of his spit on my hole. Then he is up on his knees and with his thumb begins to touch me there, the movement is agonisingly slow. I want him inside me, I need to feel him, am wet and throbbing for him. His touch only adds to my desire.
In a strangled voice I whisper his name. If he hears me he ignores it. Instead I feel the pressure of his thumb as he presses it into me.
I tense immediately.
'Relax baby," he says as he strokes my hip.
I try to make an effort to loosen my muscles but its difficult with the insistent pressure of his fingers there.
"I - I" want you inside me- not there, but inside my wetness.
I close my eyes and try not to lose grip on reality.
"You want me to fuck you?" He asks
"Yes!" I blurt out relieved.
"Where?" He asks as he slips his finger into my wetness. "Here?" And then as he uses his finger to wipe the cum on my other hole "or here?" He says slipping his finger into me.
"The first one!" I say breathlessly. But its too late. The feeling of newness, fullness, tightness is like a new buzz. It hums inside me. Strange sensations are fizzing inside. My whole body is taut from sensual awareness. Does it feel unpleasant? Not exactly. But it doesn't feel good either. Not in the same way it does when I feel Atif slide himself my vagina.
I let out a slow breath and attempt to relax the tension and grip.
His finger slides deeper in, and I feel him stretch me. Gosh it takes real effort not to try to pull away instinctively. Then his finger is curling inside me and he's pressing against the skin inside.  Fuck, it feels- I'm not sure. There don't seem to be any words. Strange.
I feel myself relax a little and he uses his hooked finger to pull me back. I gasp at the stinging sensation.
Then he lets out a deep breath. The thought of him enjoying me and struggling to control his pleasures is strangly empowering. I like it.
I push back into his hand and feel his fingers brush against my vagina. Even the accidental caress has me moaning in frustration. It's excruciating.
"More!" I gasp under my breath. "Please!"