“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that was going to happen,” I gasp out, still trying to catch my breath.
“Didn’t you?” His weight moves over me, then something presses to my lips. “Suck.” He pushes his fingers into my mouth. “See how good you taste.”
I moan around his fingers. I don’t know why, this should feel dirty and wrong, but something about it feels so damn good.
He chuckles darkly. “Greedy girl, Princess. You know what greedy girls get?”
“No,” I gasp.
“Punished for cumming when they were told not to.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” I say again because I really didn’t. I had no idea that was going to happen. But I’m not really sorry for the rush of that moment, the most intense and awesome I’ve ever felt. “I’ve never cum before,” I admit, regretting it straight away, because how embarrassing. I’m twenty-three, for God’s sake.
“You’re serious.” He chuckles darkly. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” His hand moves down over my breasts and stomach. “But even perfect girls have to take their punishment when they are bad. That way you will learn to control yourself and only cum when I demand it. And I control this body. Every part of it is mine to pleasure or punish. Do you understand?”
The way he says it implies there will be more opportunities just like this, and for some reason, that’s the part I focus on, not that he wants to punish me in some way. I try to remember what I put on my list. I know I ticked a lot of boxes, up for almost anything. Paddling, spanking, flogging, the use of toys, edging, anal. Most of it I haven’t done before, but that doesn’t mean I’m not curious. “Yes.”
His lips are back on my pussy, and he sucks my clit. “So fucking naughty.” He smacks me right there, and it sends a jolt of pain right through me. But then he’s sucking on me again. He repeats the same movement until I’m panting. Pain, then pleasure. He pushes his fingers inside me again. “Don’t cum,” he tells me, his voice holding an edge of seriousness thatI can’t ignore.
I nod. I’m too out of it to even find words. All I can do is focus on what he’s doing to me. The way his finger twists lights up my insides. He plays with me till I’m on the very edge again. I can feel it this time in the way my limbs tremble and my pussy clenches. Then he pulls his fingers free and smacks my pussy again. “I can’t…” is all I can say.
“If it’s too much for you, you know what you have to say and I will stop. But that will be the end of us playing.”
“No,” I cry as he smacks me again.
Then he pushes his fingers back inside of me, but this time I’m extra full, and I know it must be three. I try with all my might to control my breathing and focus. My limbs tremble, and sweat trickles down my back. I’m panting like crazy, and I don’t even want to consider what I must look like to him. He smacks me again, then his lips are on me, sucking my clit into his mouth in a way that is almost painful. I’m so heightened, so on edge. He moves his fingers in and out of me, and I can’t help but murmur incoherent sounds into the room.
“Now,” he growls, the vibration of his lips on my pussy right before he sucks my clit into his mouth again, pulling the second orgasm right from me. Part of me was thinking he wasn’t going to let me cum at all. And that would have been torture.
I scream into the room as my body shudders, prickles erupt all over my skin, as wave after wave of arousal crashes over me.
He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, finger-fucking me and sucking me until I’m crying, literal tears streaming down my cheeks. It’s all too much, but in the same way, I don’t ever want it to stop. “Better,” he says as his lips leave my clit, and he pulls his fingers out of me.
I suck in breaths and do everything I can to get my racing heart under control, but it’s no use. I’m someplace I have never been before,floating above my body, watching this god of a man treat my body like it’s his own personal candy store.
His hands come to my ankle, and he begins unraveling the ties.
“Are you done?” I ask, not sure what to expect.
He chuckles darkly. “That was the warmup. You will know when I’m done.” He unties the other leg then moves to my wrists, massaging kindly as he removes the ropes.
My hands and feet tingle like they have pins and needles, and it’s like he knows it because he keeps massaging them until they come back to life. “I want you on your knees in front of me.” He takes my hand and helps me down off the bed and onto the floor. I kneel for him. “Your hands behind your back, and if you can’t keep them there, I will tie you up again.”
I nod and place my hands behind my back like he said.
“Open your mouth,” I hear as he unzips his fly.
I do as I’m told and open my mouth, ready and waiting for his cock. All of me wishes I could see him in the flesh, not just feel him. The tip of his cock slides between my lips, and I swirl my tongue around, tasting him. Salty pre-cum is already leaking from it.
“That’s it. Take all of me.” He pushes in further till I gag.
I bob back and forth, taking him in as far as I can before having to back off. Saliva dribbles down my cheek. I itch to swipe it away but remember his rule about keeping my hands behind my back, so I leave it, wanting to get this perfect for him. I have no idea why, but his compliments are important to me.
He laces a hand into my hair. Scooping it up, he uses it to position me exactly where he wants me. “You should see how damn pretty your lips are around my cock. I knew they would be.” With more force this time, he moves me back and forth over his cock. I try to keep up withhis pace, but he’s faster now, and with no way of seeing or feeling, it’s quite the task.
A phone message pierces the quiet. I jump, not expecting it.
“Shit,” he growls in a way that tells me it’s not from my amazing head. He’s angry about something.
