I struck her backside with more force than the first time. “You don’t get to call me that until I say so. And you certainly don’t get to wear a plug if I haven’t told you to wear one.”
“Have I been bad?” she asked, turning to gaze directly into my eyes.
She bit her bottom lip for good measure, and I just about lost it. I pressed her into thetop of the counter, crowding her with my body, my now-hard cock straining against the plug tucked inside her pert little ass. Nothing was stopping me from taking her right then and there. From fucking her against the bar and showing her who was in charge. From letting the entire room watch.
The strain of keeping my composure made a bead of sweat roll down my temple.
“I think you know exactly how bad you’ve been. Do you want to be punished? Is that what you’re angling for?”
She nodded, her cheek rubbing against the dark granite bartop.
“Do I need to fuck the brat right out of you?”
She nodded again, a smile on her rosy red lips.
I lowered my face until it was inches from her own. “Too bad. I’m not going to fuck you until you’re begging me with tears in your eyes and an apology on your tongue.”
“Yes, boss,” she whimpered.
“You’re going to be a good little slut the rest of the night and do exactly what I tell you to do.”
“Yes, boss,” she repeated.
I slipped one hand around her hips and underneath the waistband of her skirt. Skimming the edge of her underwear, I dipped below it, running my fingers through the small tuft of hair and down into her wet, waiting pussy.
“My perfect little slut. Always ready for me, aren’t you?”
She moaned in agreement as I plunged two fingers inside her.
“You’re fucking soaked. I hope you prove you deserve my cock inside you tonight. It would be such a shame to waste all this,” I groaned, pulling my fingers from her and sucking them into my mouth.
Again, she whimpered from beneath me.
“This is your own fault,” I chided.
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“It’s my own fault,” she whispered.
“That’s my good girl.” I stroked my hand over her bare ass before pulling at her thong and letting it snap back into place. “I’ve got plans for you, and I can’t wait to see you follow through on each and every one.”
3
lilah
The lights were low,casting a dark pink glow around the space. Leather couches and play beds dotted the floor. Music pumped through the speakers. The bar was stocked with any liquor you could ever want. Some couples had the curtains drawn around their area, some left them wide open for others to watch. The room was already packed and it wasn’t even midnight.
I’d poke the bear again later. He was already worked up.
I knew he would be. Wearing any toy without his permission drove him absolutely wild, but a plug was his favourite. He loved putting them in. He loved prepping me. Andtaking that from him was one of the brattiest things I could do.
But his punishments were so sweet. I believed him through and through when he told me I’d be begging by the end of tonight. I just couldn’t wait to find out what would get me there.
“Climb up,” Adam demanded, gesturing to the keycard bar in the playroom before folding his arms against his chest. “Spread your legs.”
“We aren’t supposed to fuck on the bar, boss. Hygiene issues and all that,” I reminded him as I boosted myself up.
