“I was punished because I didn’t follow the instruction that you gave me,” Andrew said and then sniffled.
I raised my eyebrows at him.
“Was that a sniffle? As in a boo-hoo, my ass is hurting sniffle?” I questioned.
“No, Mistress Elise.”
“No?” I took a step closer, daring him to lie to me. “I’m sorry, did you say no? Because it sure as fuck sounded like a sniffle. Are you a fucking pansy? You—” I shook my head in disgust and tried to reign in this anger that came from out of nowhere. “You would never have been able to cut it in my husband’s fire station.”
“Mistress Elise? May I have permission to speak?”
“Go right ahead, pansy.”
“I wasn’t crying. I’m congested from leaning over and breathing through my mouth so much.”
“I see.”
“Also, I’m not trying to take the place of your late husband, Mistress Elise. I’m here for your enjoyment.”
I felt a burning sensation in the back of my throat when he said that. I took a deep breath and told him to follow me.
“I’m exhausted, Andrew. Let me show you to your bed.”
I led us to my bedroom and flipped the light on. Next to my bed and the nightstand was the wooden pallet. I pointed to it and then stood at the foot of my bed.
“Now, good behavior will be rewarded. You can earn a pillow or a blanket, perhaps. Poor behavior will be punished, and you could lose such luxuries.”
I laid down on my bed, letting my legs dangle over the foot of the bed.
“Let’s see if that mouth of yours can earn you a blanket. It’d be a shame for that bruised ass of yours to have to sleep on a wooden pallet. Don’t want you to get anywoodin that ass.”
“Yes, Mistress Elise,” Andrew said with a bit of pep in his tone as he knelt at the foot of the bed. “May I remove your boots?”
“You may,” I answered his question. I bit the inside of my mouth so that he wouldn’t see me smiling. I had been amused by him falling in line.
Andrew slowly unzipped my leather boots and removed them. He gave each foot a brief rub down from the heel to my toes. It felt wonderful. I closed my eyes as he ran his hands up my legs. Andrew kneaded my skin with a slight bit of pressure as he moved his hands down my legs and then back up.
“Mmm,” I quietly hummed while smiling. Andrew was good with his hands.
As his hands worked higher, I became more and more relaxed. He slid his thumbs under the leg band of my panties and began to slide them down. I knew that he was going the speed that he was because he was testing the waters with me.
With my panties off, the cool air of the room reminded me of just how wet my pussy was. Andrew put a hand behind my left knee and then took hold of my heel with his other hand. He guided my leg to bend, and then he set my heel on top of the wooden footboard of the bed. Andrew repeated the process with my right leg, and then he slid his hands under my back. He lifted me up and pulled me down toward him, so my ass was at the very edge of the bed.
“You have such a pretty pink pussy, Mistress Elise,” Andrew said just before he flattened his tongue against my wet slit.
My heart raced as his expert tongue moved over my pouty pussy lips. He teased me with that tongue until he practically had me begging him to suck my clit. Thankfully, I didn’t have to beg. Andrew’s lips finally suctioned over my aching, swollen clit. His tongue darted out here and there, while other times, he simply licked. When I felt him insert a finger into my pussy while he worked on my clit, I grabbed his hair and held his face against me.
“God, Andrew!” I moaned as my head writhed from side to side. “God, don’t stop!”
“Yes, Mistress Elise,” he mumbled.
I stared at the ceiling for a few moments, trying to regain my composure and my breath. I was being very careful not to tell myself that I had never come like that before because I didn’t want to start blending experiences from Jacob with Andrew. But fuck, that had been pretty damn amazing.
9
Andrew
I triedto arch my back and stretch when I woke up, but I was quickly reminded that I had been handcuffed to my new bed. I slowly stretched my legs out until the backs of my mid-thighs rested against the rough edge of the pallet. I smiled as the motion naturally flexed my ass muscles, and I could still feel the paddling from last night.
