I entered the room dressed in my black, thin, lace panties and bra – a cup of ice in one hand, the other on my hip. I see him laying on the bed like the good pet he is. Most likely mentally preparing himself for what I was about to do.
”You’re either going to beg for more or beg me to stop,” I say. My attempt at sounding intimidating.
As I put the cup down and sat on the edge of the bed, I handed him my hairbrush.
”Brush my hair and tie it up” I ordered. As he stroked the brush through my hair, my body covered in goosebumps. Including my nipples hardening under my thin bra. He tied my hair and planted kisses on the nape of my neck, down to my shoulders. I rolled my head back and closed my eyes.
He was hitting my weak spot.
We can’t have that now, can we?
Especially after the way he left my clit throbbing for an entire day and I was left to relieve the pressure myself.