My mouth drops open.
“Do you understand?”
I squeeze my eyes shut and murmur, “Yes, Dominus.”
“We’ve already chosen the flogger,” that robotic voice says as his hand rubs circles up and down my back, then dips around each curve of my cheek. My panties must be soaked, but he ignores them. “But as this is your first experience with punishment, I’ll let you ask for one thing first.” He stretches out over the length of me, pressing his hips between my spread legs to grip my hair and lift my head. “What would you like from me, right now?”
Oh my god, so many things. I consider what to say, but he rocks his hips forward and all cognitive thought leaves my mind.
Breathing fast, I rock my hips against the bench, but I’m positioned in such a way that I can’t find the friction I need to ease the ache. I try to push back into him, but his hand tightens in my long hair, sending a flash of pain through my scalp.
“You’re taking your time responding, so I’ll help narrow the field by taking away options. I amnotgoing to fill you up with my thick cock.”
I moan as a wave of desire rolls through my body, followed quickly by crushing disappointment.
“I amnotgoing to shove my fingers into your greedy little cunt.”
“Oh god,” I say on another moan. “Please touch me. Please.”
“I am touching you.” He punctuates that statement by flexing his hand on my hip and tugging painfully at my hair.
“Between my legs, Sir, please.”
“That’s better.” The hand gripping my hip moves over my ass, then he drags his fingers over the gusset of my panties. “We use words here, Sutton, and we speak our mind.” He presses two fingers against my opening, pushing the fabric of my panties inside and making me gasp. “I’m not a magician, nor a mind reader. You must tell me what you want if we’re going to continue.”
“I will,” I pant, pushing back against the intrusion, but he moves his fingers away from me and I nearly cry from the absence. My body shakes and I squeeze my eyes shut, breathing hard through my nose.
Releasing the death grip he has on my hair, he uses both hands now to trace the edges of my panties, teasing me with his close proximity to my swollen center, but not indulging me.
Then I remember what he said. I’m in control, and I need to use my words.
“Please, Dominus, touch me.”
Crack!
His hand slams down onto my ass and I rock forward from the blow.
“Ungh,” I cry out, then shudder as a wave of arousal tears through my body.
“You’re such a good little brat.” He drags his fingers over the gusset of my panties again. “Wet and needy.” He hums as he dips his fingers beneath the sheer fabric, teasing at my hole. “Is this okay?”
“Oh, god, yes,” I moan, trying to push back into him so he’ll slide those fingers inside me.
“Color.”
“Green, Dominus, so green.” My hips move of their own accord, rocking against the bench.
Sounds escape my lips, noises I’ve never heard before.
“Hm, maybe I’ll let you come after all.”
“Please,” I beg.
“Will you be good?”
“Yes,” I cry as he dips just the tip of one finger into my entrance.
“Don’t lie to me.” He pulls his finger out. “Will you be good?”
