“You’re a bad girl,” he said.
“I’ve been deprived of the right way, the right release, for so long. I can take the punishment for my crimes, Sir.” She knelt, letting her tongue drag down his hard abs and over his belt. She kissed his erection through the dress pants and inhaled deeply.
His hand fisted in her hair and pulled her back. “No, you don’t get to taste first. Get in there, on the bed. Don’t touch anything!” He pointed to the hall.
“Yes, Sir.” She crawled and hoped he’d give her everything she deserved. Kneeling on the bed, she folded her hands in her lap. She’d seen handcuffs, toys and other fun things on his dresser. He’d planned for her like this. The thrill took her deeper into wanting to please him. As much as her cunt throbbed for attention, she needed his attention everywhere.
He walked in, and she looked. Then she stared. He was naked, and his thick cock made her body shiver at the thought of riding him.
“Hands behind your head. Lie back flat on the bed,” he said.
She obeyed and watched him grab something from the dresser. The weight of him on the bed shifted her slightly, but she held the easy position. He laid a blindfold over her eyes, but her moans of frustration turned to a gasp when his lips pressed to her calf. His tongue teased up her leg and settled above her slit.
Opening her legs more, she knew she couldn’t come without permission, but she’d show how ready she was.
“Nice and wet. Did I turn you on by coming to your office?” His lips slid over her stomach and pressed under both breasts.
“Yes, Sir.” She arched her back.
He pinched and twisted her nipples until she groaned. “Good,” he said. “You hid your true nature from me long enough. No more.”
“Never. I’m all yours,” she replied.
He bit her nipple then swirled his tongue around the other. Her insides trembled, but she held still.
“You never picked a safe word,” he said.
That sent her brain into a spin. She’d trusted him so much she’d skipped a key commandment. “Um, ‘halt’. Does that work?”
He chuckled. “That’s a little close to stop.”
“But it’s not stop. It’s military talk that you’d understand. A word I wouldn’t normally use at all.” The blindfold was making her crazy. All she had to do was turn her head, and it’d fall away and she could see. That was the test, and she knew it.
“Fine, ‘halt’ it is.” He tapped the underside of her breast and added force with each strike.
Smiling, she let him play and drank in the sweet ache and stimulation. When he actually slapped her well-padded breast, she moaned.
“Don’t lie to me. Tell me if you don’t like something,” he said.
“Yes, Sir. You’ll need a riding crop though.” His hand would go numb before he spanked her to her limit.
“I see. Very honest. Good girl.” He slid lower on the bed, spread her legs and pushed her thighs up.
She tilted her hips and was thankful for the blindfold just then. Her body wasn’t perfect, but she’d made peace with it. If he was disappointed, she didn’t need to see it. When he kissed her inner thigh, she relaxed. He licked along her outer pussy lips until she lifted.
“Hold still,” he said.
“I’m trying, I swear.” She never could hold still. “Tie me down; hold me down.”
“Not now.” He swirled his tongue around her clit, and she gasped.
Winning the fight to be still, she panted as the pleasure deepened. He dragged his tongue lower and flicked her inner folds. Her hips lifted, but he pushed them back down to the bed. He pressed inside of her with one finger, and her body tightened on it immediately.
“You really do like it.” He filled her with only one finger.
“Please, I’m so close. On the edge.”
“You know better. You come when I say.” He kissed her thigh and grabbed her hips.
He flipped her over, face-down on the bed as if she were a pillow. The man was strong! The blindfold fell off, and the light made her blink, but all she saw was the wood slats of his headboard. Then he hiked her ass up in the air and smacked her bottom.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“No, you’re not. I’m glad you didn’t sneak off to the ladies’ room and pleasure yourself during the day, but you will control yourself if you want to be with me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He wasn’t babying her or nervous, and every nerve-ending in her responded to him.
“I didn’t punish you for disobeying earlier. You knew not to touch me. You did it anyway. Are you ready to be punished?” he demanded.