His to Have(9)

When Victor returns, he lifts my ass higher and slides something underneath me. It takes me a second to realize that it’s a chastity belt. He’s locking away my cunt and clit.

I groan as the padlock clicks.

“Put your feet back on the ground,” he commands. “We’re going into the shower.”

When I stand, Victor does something to the gag—touching a side lever that releases the pressure and lets my mouth close. The immediate relief causes me to sigh. Once the gag is fully removed, Victor holds my arm and stares down at me. I try to keep my eyes down until he says, “Look at me, kitten.”

I do, but my gaze is veiled. He’s so much taller and his shoulders are broader. He’s more of a man than I ever realized, powerful and in control. Perhaps it’s because I’m naked and he just fucked my mouth. Maybe it’s because he’s still mostly dressed, except for his cock, which is again standing to attention. No matter the cause, I’m fascinated by his presence.

He rubs my jaw joint, kisses my forehead, and asks, “What do you say? I just removed the gag.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I can’t believe how freely the words flow.

In the bathroom, he turns on the water and waits as it warms. I try to see in the mirror. It’s a habit. But his presence blocks me. I can’t see what I look like. I can’t see if I’ve changed. Yet somehow I feel different.

Once the water warms and steam begins to fill the room, Victor turns my way. “Undress me.”

I don’t hesitate as I lift his t-shirt over his head. It had been tight enough to let me know his body is trim and fit, but without it I see the definition in his abs. I resist the urge to touch him and instead, kneel to remove his shoes and socks. Once he’s kicked off his jeans, and I’m still on the ground, I look up. “Sir, I can suck you much better without that thing in my mouth.”

With an angry expression, Victor lifts me by the shoulders—like I weigh nothing—and says, “No topping from the bottom, kitten. I’m in control.”

My pussy clenches at his words. He’s right. I was trying to take charge.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

Not acknowledging my apology he directs my moves. “In the shower.”

With my head hung in shame, I step behind the curtain. The warm water falls down, flattening my hair. For a moment, I worry about the makeup, the mascara that must be dark streaks creating rivers running down my cheeks. And then, I realize how much I’ve cried over the last hour and the way Victor’s cum showered me—my face, my boobs, and my body. More than likely, I already have raccoon eyes and dark streaks down my cheeks.

I exhale as Sir suds a cloth and gently cleans my face and my body. Instructing me to face the wall with my hands upon the tile, slowly, methodically, he washes my hair and body. Up my thighs, cleaning away not only his own cum but my own. I moan as he washes near the belt.

“It’s your punishment for lying,” he says.

I lower my chin. “I’m sorry.”

“Tell me what you lied about.”

“About wanting your cock.” Tears again prickle my eyes. “It’s just wrong. I shouldn’t want it, not like this.”

He brushes his finger along the edge of the belt, close, but unable to reach where I need him. I writhe, wanting him closer, needing him inside me.

“Does it feel wrong?”

His hands move to my breasts, cupping, kneading, and pinching. I push backward, searching for his hard dick, wanting it against me, wanting to feel it.

My head moves backward with the tug of my wet hair. “Does it?”

“No, Sir. It doesn’t feel wrong.”

“I told you that I’d punish you for lying. Did you lie about your pussy wanting my cock?”

I swallow. “Yes, Sir. I did. I admitted I did.”

“Then tell me how I’m punishing you, what I’m doing to you.”

“Now,” I answer, “you’re not letting me have it, or touching me.”

“Do you want me to touch you?”

My mind surrenders as my body electrifies. The droplets of water falling upon my skin are needles prickling my flesh. My Sir’s voice is thunder. His hands are salvation. Only through him can I find salvation. “Yes,” I admitted.

He spins me around and lifts my chin. “Yes...?”

“Sir. I want you to touch me.”

“But you lied.”

“I’m ashamed.”

“We have all weekend, kitten. Here’s your choice. Either you get to keep the chastity belt on until tomorrow or you choose to take another form of punishment, and when I’m done with that, I’ll fuck your needy cunt. The choice is yours.”