He throws me down on the bed, opening the nightstand drawer, and takes out a pair of handcuffs. With my arms behind my back, he casps the handcuffs around my wrists.
“You were a bad girl tonight,” he says.
“I’m sorry. Please—”
“Sir. You call me, Sir,” he demands then flips me over and spanks my ass so hard I scream.
He leans his chest against my back and cups my pussy from behind. “Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” He separates my folds to find that I’m drenched.
A moan escapes me as he drags his finger back and forth over my entrance. He chuckles darkly. “Your pussy is soaked.”
I bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning again. My pussy is so wet, my arousal is dripping down my thighs as he continues teasing my folds.
“Should I stop?” he asks even though he knows I don’t want him to.
I shake my head, refusing to admit it outloud, but when he stops moving his finger, I groan in protest.
“I need to hear you say it. What do you want?” he asks with his finger hovering my entrance.
“Please—” I whine, my salty tears kissing my lips.
“Please what?”
“Touch me,” I say with a shaky breath.
With my permission he shoves two fingers inside me at once making me whimper. He presses his mouth against the shell of my ear. “From now on your orgasms are mine. Every pant, moan and whimper belongs to me. This pussy only comes when I tell it to. No one—not even you—touches this, understood?”
Heat floods my core, as he drives his fingers inside me. “Answer me,” he says in a low and menacing voice.
“Yes-s.”
His thumb starts rubbing over my clit as he adds a third finger to my entrance creating more pressure to my pussy that’s soaking the bedding beneath me. I hear a sucking sound from behind me and suddenly feel something slick tease my back entrance. I gasp at the intrusion.
“Shh. Relax, baby.”
My stomach sinks as he pushes the tip of his finger past my tight ring without a word.
“Ahh—” I cry. My mind goes blank as he brings me closer to the edge. He pushes his finger all the way into my ass, filling me with so much pressure I’m going to burst. He picks up the pace, my body working hard to release the tingling sensation that’s gathering at my center. I’m so close—so incredibly close.
“I’m going to come—”
“You didn’t ask my permission to come,” he says, pressing his fingers against my g-spot. “Now, is there something you want to ask me?”
The sensation at my core grows heavy, ready to take flight.
“Please, let me come. Please—”
And just as my body reaches its highest peak, he removes all his fingers. “Not until you learn to address me properly.”
I feel the bed dip then hear the nightstand drawer open. Maybe he’ll whip me, or use nipple clamps for misbehaving? Fuck. Even thinking about that makes my nipples throb with phantom pain.
When I turn to look at him, he’s holding lube in one hand and a small object in the other. “Stand up.”
“What is that?” I ask, my voice unsteady looking at whatever is clutched in his hand.
“Up. Now.”
I bite the inside of my cheek so that I don’t mouth off and make this punishment worse. I slowly slide off the bed and stand myself up on wobbling legs.
“Bend over the bed,” he says with a low tone that makes my pussy twitch.
My heart pounds in my chest as I turn around and step towards the bed. Suddenly I feel the brush of his dress pants against the back of my legs. My back arches when a finger traces down the length of my spine to the crack of my ass. He squeezes my tender cheek making wince. “You have such a pretty ass, I can’t wait to fuck it.”
I jolt forward when I feel something cold and wet pour down my crack. “Ahh!”
He snakes an arm under my waist and pulls me back towards him. “Relax.”
He rubs the lube with his finger up and down my back entrance and my body trembles from how turned on I am when I shouldn’t be. I stare at the wall waiting for his next move when a butt plug is held at my face. “Suck,” he purrs from behind me.
I hesitate, but eventually open my mouth and suck the toy until he tells me to stop. Once the toy is saturated to his approval, he pulls it back and lowers it to my sacred hole. “Arch your back for me and spread your legs.”
I take a deep breath, inhaling the floral detergent on the bedding. Spreading my legs, I feel the tip of the plug press against my entrance.
“That’s it. Relax for me,” he coos, slowly inching the plug in my ass. I whimper at the burning sensation.
His hand caresses the left side of my cheek as he continues pushing the plug all the way in my ass. “We have to stretch you if I ever want to get my cock inside here. You’re so fucking tight, baby.”
I groan when the plug pushes all the way in, filling me up. He steps away, leaving me bent over the bed and then I hear a click. I jolt forward when the plug starts to vibrate.
Oh fuck, me.
“Everything alright?” He asks amused, turning the vibration higher, making my ass pulsate uncontrollably.
“Fuck!” I cry out.
I bite down hard on my lip to muffle the moan that is threatening to leave my mouth. Another click and now I’m grinding into the bedding.
“You want to come for me?” He asks, his silky voice soothing the prickling sensation all over my body.
“Yes, please,” I rasp, my voice coated thickly with lust. I can’t even pretend this isn’t turning me on. I’m weak and he knows it. I hate that he’s teasing me and I hate even more that I’m enjoying it. I grind my pussy into the bedding, my clit tingling, the orgasm is right there waiting impatiently to be released. But suddenly the vibrations stop.
“No, sir,” I pant. “Please, don’t stop,” I plead, my pussy drenched and throbbing.
He gives the plug a short but intense buzz then stops it again. Tears prick my eyes because the sensations are too much. My sex is aching, my ass is tingling and my legs are shaking uncontrollably. This is worse than being spanked or whipped. Being brought so close to bliss and having it taken away over and over again.
He turns my body over, and latches his mouth onto one of my nipples, sucking so hard I gasp. As his tongue circles around my hard peak his hand snakes down past my navel to my sex. Trailing a finger through my wet seam, he teases me while nibbling on my swollen nub. He uses his palm to rub my clit while his fingers gather my juices before sliding into me without resistance. I jolt forward, resting my forehead against his shoulder, and my hips start moving on their own accord as he plunges his fingers in and out of me.
Shivers roll down my spine when he presses his lips to my ear. “Is this why you threw a tantrum today? You needed to be touched?” he asks in a low and throaty voice.
I moan as his palm pushes harder into my clit. A tingling sensation shoots throughout my body, and my breathing becomes sporadic.
He looks down at my pussy that is withering in his hold. “I want to fuck you so bad. Your pussy needs me.”
His fingers drive in and out of me ruthlessly, making me mewl. Everything he does to me feels shamefully good. I want to come. No. I need to come.
“Your cunt feels so good. I want you soaking my cock just like you’re soaking my fingers. I want your tits bouncing up and down as you ride me and come all over my dick. Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”
I groan in response. His dirty words fuel my orgasm that’s building at my core.
He grabs my chin. “Look at me when you come.” I work my hips so he hits the right spot, and scream as my pussy pulses around his fingers.
He removes his fingers from my depleted pussy and pushes them into his mouth and sucks. The way he makes it look so sensual makes my stomach flip. I suck in a sharp breath as he drags them out of his tight lips, and wipes them off down my chest.
A devilish smile curls his lips. “Good girl.”
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