I get on the bed by her feet, positioning myself on my knees, hovering over her. I glide the feather across her skin, starting at her feet and dragging it slowly up her leg. When I reach her hip, I stop and move back down. Each time I inch slightly higher, until I’m skating along her stomach and the underside of her tits. She sucks in a breath as I tickle her nipples, every inch of her skin, while her hands tangle in the sheets as if she’s holding on for dear life.
“Feel good?”
“Yes,” she pants, chest rising sharply.
I’m not even touching her. Imagine what I could do to her if she’d let me.
I run the feather up her chest and neck, tracing her plush lips, then descend south, dead center, until I’m at her beautiful pussy. Continuing along the patch of neatly trimmed hair, down her slit, swirling back and forth a little to rile her up, and it works. She moans, knuckles turning white as she grips the blankets even harder.
My dick throbs, pressing against my stomach, trying to tear through my pants.
I continue lightly brushing the feather over every inch of her skin, paying extra attention to her sensitive spots. Slowly, her legs spread wider, as if she’s inviting me. My eyes zero in on the damp spot she’s created on the bed, and I clench my jaw. Dammit.
“Travis,” she whines. “I need…more.”
My eyes lift to hers—they’re desperate and wanting. Trusting. She trusts me so effortlessly with her body. Would she give me anything else just as easily?
I lean back on my heels. “Get your toy.”
She scurries, wasting not a second, rushing to her suitcase and pulling out the dildo from last time. She stares at it, then me. Her lips curve into a devious smile that I recognize. Shit. “How sorry are you?” she asks, cocking her head, and my ass cheeks clench together. Not that goddamn sorry.
“May…” I climb off the bed, and she comes forward.
“You’ve been such…”
An ass? Dick? Bitch? Yes, I have. Fuck. She’s going to fuck me with this lumpy dildo, and I’m gonna have to let her.
“Bad boy.” Her red nails trail over the toy, and suddenly, I hate it. Hate that that fucking thing gets to feel her touch when I don’t. She lets out a breathy whimper. “Bad boys have to be punished.”
I swallow thickly.
She sighs, giving me a pitying look. My heart rattles in my chest, and my neck breaks out into a cold sweat. She steps closer, holding the rubber cock that’s about to destroy my asshole up to my face. She bats her lashes at me. “Spit on it.”
My mouth suddenly dries up. Seriously, not even a drop.
Her brow arches impatiently. “Come on, I thought you wanted to be my good boy again?”
“Ellie…” I start to beg. I thought crawling was enough. I didn’t know she’d be into pegging. We never talked about that before.
She thrusts it closer, right to my lips. I sigh, giving in and spitting on it. It’s not enough. This is going to hurt like a motherfucker.
I go to undo the button on my jeans, but Ellie hops on the bed and lies down. I frown, spinning to watch her. Her knees drop wide, exposing her glistening pussy. My jaw goes slack when she rubs the toy coated in my spit over her clit. I start to climb on the bed, but she kicks a foot out, pushing me back.
“Ah-ah. Bad boys don’t get to play.”
HUH?I stiffen, and my cock turns sad. Whaddayamean?
“Sit over there.” She nods to the chair in the corner.
“What? Why?”
“This is your punishment. Ohhh God.” She moans, arching back and shoving the fake cock inside herself.
My ass cheeks unclench now that they know nothing is slipping between them. I sit like she said, rubbing myself over my pants as she thrusts in and out.
She stares at me and shakes her head. “No playing. No touching. Sit and watch.”
My teeth grind together. Goddammit. I guess I deserve this. Leaning forward in the chair, my elbows land on my thighs as I watch Ellie fuck herself.Again.
