He takes the rose out of my mouth and lets it drift over me, caressing me with the petals.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, brushing the rose over my lips.I could come from that alone.He crouches down and draws my head back by my hair, so he can kiss me.
“You’re mine now, Maisy.”He speaks the words like they hold significance then lifts my hair and clasps a necklace around my neck.The diamonds sparkle to match my ring.
Oh my God!He’s collaring me.I’m officially his submissive.I’ve read about this.So hot!
“Crawl to the bed.”
He waits for me to take the lead.I put one hand in front of the other, feeling the air brush my bare pussy.The nightie has ridden up to my waist, and I’m giving him an eyeful.Instead of feeling embarrassed, I let my hips sway.
I’m rewarded with a groan.“You crawl so beautifully.”He brushes the rose over my backside, and I have to stop and dig my fingers into the cream carpet fibers, so I don’t orgasm on the spot.
Something snaps against my upper thighs.The rose stem.He whipped me with the rose stem.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Oh wow.Yummy.I waggle my hips as I crawl, hoping for another spank, but it doesn’t come.
Somehow, I make it to the bed.He helps me up, holding my hand like I’m a lady and not a submissive who just crawled for him.I’m both, I guess.
“You’re glorious,” he tells me.He is, too.He’s shirtless again, with all his chest muscles on display.He’s got black leather pants slung low on his hips.
I’m suddenly viciously jealous of every woman he’s ever played with.
He pushes me to my back on the bed and drags the hem of the teddy up to reveal my bare sex.“Mmm.”He brushes his thumb lightly over my labia, and I shiver.
I want more.So much more.
He drags his middle finger along the slit, parting my nether lips.I’m wet–juicy wet–so the movement drags slick moisture from my entrance up to my clit.He gives it a quick circle and then a tap.
“Show me how you touch yourself, Maisy.”
My gaze seeks his.“Um, I’m not sure.I don’t do it much.”
He arches his brow.He’s in Master Matthias mode, and I love it.“How do you make yourself come?”
I think of all the times I’ve made myself come.Every time I was imagining a moment like this, with him.“I, um, ride a pillow.”
“Roll over,” he commands.
I comply, and he promptly smacks my ass.
“Oh!”I jump.
“What do you say when I give you an order?”He slaps the other cheek.
“Thank you, sir!”I exclaim, trying to get it right.“I mean, yes, sir.”
“Good girl.Lift your hips.”I do, and he pushes a pillow under them and between my legs.
He smacks my ass again several times, but lighter than before.“This is a good girl spanking,” he tells me.“To stimulate your erogenous zones and help you let go.”
I surrender, relieved I hadn’t disappointed him.The spanks are stingy and warm but not painful.He’s right, they do stimulate my pussy and my anus.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he purrs, stopping the spanking to rub and massage my ass.“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
