She’d asked him not to do it, and that… well, that was a problem. It wasn’t so much that she’d asked, but the way that she’d asked, with that tinge of curiosity laced through the plea, as if she was bargaining for it. As if she had a little leeway to go, and that meant that she didn’t necessarily mean it when she asked him not to.
Which, inevitably, meant he was going to go ahead and do it. But he would build up to it first, ease her into her discomfort zone rather than throw her off the edge at the deep end. Besides, involve a few ropes and there wasn’t really all that much she could do.
The way he tied her made it obvious, and by the time she’d figured it out it was too late, hemp around her hands and ankles keeping her from getting free, and the lengths around her thighs and arms forcing her to maintain the position. She squirmed immediately, leaning back to stare at him, her brow arched up in plaintive hope.
“You promised!” He smirked and shook his head.
“No I didn’t. I said maybe.” He adopted the tone of a disciplinarian, gently correcting a wayward pupil.
She frowned, biting her lip and turning away, not sure what to think. And still his hand was there, hovering a few inches away from the place she’d asked him not to hit.
He knew the times she was serious and the times she just wanted to struggle. He could tell from the tone of her voice, and from the way she squirmed when she talked about the ones she really wanted. He knew her, and that was the most important thing when it all boiled down to it. An intimate knowledge of when she wanted what she thought she didn’t, and when she genuinely didn’t want something.
His hand came down, the smack echoing around the room enthusiastically. She gasped an accompaniment, writhing in her bonds while his hand rubbed softly over her cunt, his thumb finding that soft nub of her clit and flitting over it a few times. And then he pulled back, coming down harder, forcing the blood to rush to the surface, a heavy flush washing over that delicious organ.
“Please.” She moaned, and he could tell she didn’t know whether she was asking him to stop or continue. He dwelled in her conflict like a home invasion.
So he decided to take a gamble, and hit her again.
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Love this so much. <3 Especially love being that kind of girlfriend to you, Sir. :)
Ass licking! My favorite naughty thing to do for my girls!
I find it most entertaining how far she will go for an orgasm after only a few days of tease and denial.
I will ask her, driving home from dinner with friends if she is willing to beg for an orgasm and she nods eagerly, quickly begging Me for an orgasm.
I ask if she is a slutty little thing, desperate to cum and she blushes, again nodding hungrily.
I ask her if she is willing to trade her dress, here and now for one orgasm and she turns her head away, a dark red of shame flushing her cheeks. When she turns back she bites her lips and nods.
I pull off into a parking lot and hold out My hand. Quickly she removes the dress, looking around, obviously nervous.
“Alright, feet up on the dash girl. I’m giving you three minutes to cum. If you can’t, I’m continuing home, you won’t cum, and I’m keeping the dress. Go.”
Now to cool off that clit.
Hold an ice cube against your clit for a full count of 120.
you are not to rub it after.
The mixture of emotions that flash across her face is wonderful.
Pain, the sharp smack on her skin, the imprint that it will leave on her tender flesh.
Humiliation, the smack on her ass regressing her thoughts for just a split second, she is a bad girl being punished for taking a sweet.
Pride, that spark of defiance, telling herself that she can take it and whatever else comes.
Shame, knowing that she deserves this, asked for it in action or in words.
All of this in a spit second before she says, “Thank you Sir, may i have another?”
I will not be satisfied until you are a sobbing, soaking, shaking, and broken wreck.
you will beg to cum, you will beg to stop, and you will beg for mercy.
I will break you down to nothing, then gather up the pieces in My arms, and make you Mine.
Yes, Master, very beautiful.
Sign me up.