Leaning back against the chair, I imagine Cin’s midsection swollen with my baby. The idea isn’t repulsive. In fact, I like it very much. I immediately shut down that line of thinking. What the fuck is wrong with me? The mother of my children will not be a two-faced backstabbing bitch. I know this, but still refuse to use protection and will be painting her insides with my cum this evening. I’ve been looking forward to seeing her again, even arriving at the hotel earlier than usual, so I can leave at a decent hour just to be with her. I’m a fucking idiot.
Another sexy dress, panty set, and stilettos were not waiting for me when I arrived home from work, like I expected. The only communication I received from Art is a text instructing me to wear my hair down. He didn’t mention if we were going out or staying in, so I opted to wear leggings, an oversized T-shirt, and flip-flops. I check the time on my cell phone as the elevator stops at the penthouse level. I’m thirty minutes early. I thought about making a grand entrance by purposely arriving five minutes late, but self-preservation won over rebellion. My heart beats faster, excitement and trepidation battling for domination as the door slides open. I’m surprised to see rose petals on the floor, leading into the foyer.If I didn’t know better, I’d think Art is attempting to be romantic. I follow the path upstairs to the bedroom. A contraption that wasn’t here on Saturday hangs from the ceiling. The rose petals end at the foot of the bed where I find a blindfold and a note.
I want you naked, in the center of the bed, legs spread, with the blindfold on. Place your hands behind your head where they must remain or you will be punished. You have two minutes to comply.
Sincerely,
Your Owner aka Pussy Connoisseur
He’s fucking with me.I pick up the blindfold, eyeing it suspiciously. What adventures will he take me on tonight? Not willing to get on his bad side, I quickly shed my clothes and climb on the bed, then reluctantly cover my eyes. I’m on alert, turning my head towards the slightest noise. Low music fills the room. I’m unable to hear any movement at all. The suspense has me on edge. Art is the king of mind games, twisting me into knots but easing his hold before I snap. I move my hands, startled by a soft caress at my hip. Maybe a feather. A stinging slap is delivered to my leg.
“The punishment will be more severe if you disobey again. Put your fucking hands where they belong.”
I immediately follow the command given.
The bed dips with Art’s added weight. I shake as he skims the feather along my body, but the true test of my willpower starts when he ventures to my most intimate area. I squeeze my legs shut, unable to bear it any longer, but he pries them back open. His fingers replace the feather, sliding through my slick pussy.
“Have you ever squirted?” His lips brush against my ear as he asks the question.
“No,” I answer breathlessly.
“You must’ve only fucked amateurs after me. What a shame.”
Maybe that’s part of the reason why I never made an effort to date. No man could ever measure up to him.
“I’ve learned a few tricks over the years. You’re in for a sexual awakening.” He kisses my neck.
I tremble, overwhelmed by the violent storm brewing inside me.
“Do you know where your G-spot is?”
I shake my head.
“It’s located about three inches inside your pussy, on the front wall.”
I moan as he slowly penetrates my wet pussy with his finger.
“You’re so tight,” he murmurs.
He rapidly moves in and out of my quivering cunt. A tingling sensation consumes me within minutes.
“Stop. I have to pee,” I shout.
I try to sit up, but he lays his upper body across my chest to keep me in place.
“It’s not pee. Just relax and let go,” he says softly.
“Please stop,” I sob, struggling against him.
I’ll be so embarrassed if I pee on myself.
His fingers become more urgent until the damn breaks and liquid pours from my throbbing pussy. The feeling is indescribable.
“Oh my God,” I scream and then… nothing.
I awake to Art calling my name. The blindfold no longer covers my eyes.
“What happened?”
