I’m counting on it.
Smirking, I let the door click closed and wait.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
“Ocean,” I rasp out. Like the colour of her eyes.
She takes a seat in the armchair in the corner, crosses her legs, and smiles. My stomach flips. I fucking love making her happy. Angel presses a button, and music fills the air. “Strip.”
Yes, ma’am.
My hands drop to my belt, and she bites down on the soft flesh of her bottom lip, watching me with a heated gaze. I may be tall at just over six foot two, but my ex-girlfriend was a dancer. She taught me how to move my body.
It doesn’t take long before I’m standing in front of her, erect and proud. The green light flickers on in the servery, and my cock twitches in excitement. Angel saunters over to collect the glass before returning to her chair. I don’t move, knowing that if I do, the punishment will be severe. The suspense has pre-cum leaking from my crown, and she hasn’t even touched me yet.
“Crawl to me.”
Without hesitation, I drop to my hands and knees on the plush carpet, never letting my gaze drop from hers. On the football pitch, I’m the captain, the one everyone looks to for leadership and direction. They follow my word like it’s law. In here, Angel’s in charge. If I behave, I’m rewarded, but if I don’t, I’m at her mercy.
In this room, I’m her submissive.
My pulse picks up as I place one hand in front of the other, prowling towards her until she places her heeled foot on my chest, halting me.
She leans forward and runs her manicured finger over my lips.
“Open.”
When I do as she says, she slips it inside, rubbing it over my tongue.
“Suck.”
I groan, my dick twitching at the memory of her soft lips wrapped around it the last time we were in this room together. The way she brought me to the brink of coming down her throat before inflicting pain to halt my orgasm, edging me until I was begging her to relieve my aching balls. While she granted my request, riding my cock until I coated her insides with my release, my punishment for being a brat was not being allowed to touch myself until our next meeting.
“Have you behaved yourself, pet?” she purrs.
Unable to speak clearly with her finger in my mouth, I simply nod.
“That’s my boy.”
My cock swells, the head weeping at her praise, and I breathe through my nose as I hang on to the last thread of my control. It’s been one month of abstinence, and I’m almost delirious with my desire for her, but I know the discomfort is worth it. She’s always worth it.
Angel takes a sip of whiskey before removing her finger from my mouth. Gripping my cheeks between her thumb and forefinger, she leans forward and spits the alcohol into my mouth. I swallow eagerly.
She stands, ruffling my hair and putting her lace-covered pussy level with my face. Before I can stop tothink about what I’m doing, I lean in and rub my nose against it, breathing in the sweet scent of her arousal.
Her fingers fist my hair, tugging painfully until I’m looking up at her. She makes a disapproving noise that tightens my chest, and frowns down at me. “That’s twice tonight, pet. You’re just begging for punishment, aren’t you?”
I swallow, dropping my eyes. “No, ma’am. I’m sorry.”
“Look at me,” she demands. When I do, her gaze is calculating. “I think my little pet wants some pain with his pleasure tonight. The question is, how much can he handle?”
Fuck. I can’t control the needy moan that passes my lips. My arse cheeks clench together, and I’m so close to coming from her words alone that I don’t know how I’m going to last tonight.
“Bed. Now,” she snaps, releasing her hold on my hair. “On your back.”
I scramble to my feet and rush to the bed on the other side of the room. I have no idea what she has planned for me, but my heart races in anticipation as I lie there waiting for her.
Before entering this relationship, we both filled out forms containing our medical history and detailing what we’re willing to do and what our non-negotiables are. Given that I’m often naked in the changerooms with my teammates, anything that marks my skin or gives me bruises I can’t explain is a hard limit. But my girl is creative, and I can’t help but look forward to whatever she has in store for me tonight.
