Just hearing the words made my stomach pang with desire. “Yes, I do. I’m not gonna lie. I crave you and want you to consume me. I want your body on me. I want you all up inside me while looking into my eyes, or pounding me from behind, or laying beneath me as I do bouncing splits over you. I don’t even care if it’s for five seconds.”
“Five seconds would frustrate you.”
“No, never would frustrate me. You, solely, are responsible for my satisfaction. Just you. I can’t even masturbate without your permission. So yeah, never would piss me off. It would be different if you couldn’t at all, but refusing to try because you’re scared is just plain dumb and selfish, especially when we’re in the boyfriend/girlfriend box. Your time frame, your whims, your rules. That’s all I have.”
“You’re right.” He ran his fingers through my hair and down my jaw. “It is selfish. I just don’t want to give you a quickie, Addison, especially not our first time. Your first time. You deserve to have it be amazing, all scorching and lengthy and beautiful.”
“If it bothers you that much, you could try hypnosis. Or if passion is building when we’re in that box, let’s just see what we end up with while engaged in foreplay and not sex. You keep aiming to come fast because you think you’ll lose it, but what if you don’t. What if it’s different now, if you’re different? Maybe dominating me throughout the rest of the week is the key to helping you stay hard and go long. If you were lacking that huge piece of expression, suppressing it, then perhaps it affected your ability to perform like you wanted. What if what you needed all along was a bad girl to straighten out and fuck into submission? One who’s still due the rest of an erotic, maintenance spanking, Sir.”
“Mmm, maybe.” He rolled on top of me and tucked his face into the crook of my neck. “Maybe you’re right, especially about the domination thing. That makes sense. I’ve honestly never been hornier. And if that doesn’t do it, I never even thought about hypnosis. I’d be willing to try it though.” He stroked my arm. “God,” Sir growled in my ear, “you have me so pegged. As a Thorndike, I always aim to be strong. I hate looking weak or incapable in front of anyone ... especially you.”
“You’re not weak at all. You’re human and not a robot, thank god. And all of this is new to both of us. I don’t expect you to have everything figured out. I don’t expect you will be rock-solid and stern 100% of the time. I don’t expect perfection. I like all of your sides, and I like that you’re real and not fantasy-perfect. Trust me, I do. And I can’t wait to explore all of our boxes.”
He kissed my lips and stroked my arm with his knuckles. “Same. I love that you refuse to let me wimp out, that you yield to me anyway, even though I don’t have a clue about so many things. I’ve never felt this connected to anyone.”
“Neither have I. That’s why I teased you into insanity and had to make you mine. That’s why I was so upset when I came at the party. I thought I lost my shot, forever. I’m so glad eggs brought us together.”
He chuckled and left light smooches along my collarbone and across my chest, right over my sweater. “Better than that. Brianna did. And here she’s been trying to make my life hell. She gave me the most wonderful gift of all. You are spectacular. You’re not playing me, are you? Doing this to get your swank room or getting leverage to destroy my once and for all?”
“No! I’m exactly where I want to be, Sir. I’d never do that to you. Please don’t ever doubt my devotion for you. Please. You thinking like that slashes my throat. Do you think I’d take marks all over my body for them? Despite what you may think, I do have my limits.” I was so crushed he’d even ask or think that at all. I kissed his forehead and his lips traveled up my neck to get to mine. When he lingered there, I spread my legs apart and wrapped around him and ground into him.
“I’m sorry. It just makes me nervous that you so perfectly fit into my fucked-up niche. No one ever has.”
“I’m fucked-up too. That’s why we click.”
He reached down under his waist and yanked my sweater up. As skin was exposed to his gaze and touch, he munched his way into my bra, ravished my nipples for a while and worked his way down to my stomach. I squirmed and let out a stream of giggles the further down he went. He pinned me down, fingers laced around mine. Squeezing his body with my legs, I laughed and squealed boisterously out loud.
After a couple minutes of making me suffer, he slid off my body to kneel on the floor and unbuttoned my button with his teeth as he stripped off my boots. Once my zipper teeth were torn asunder, he reached under my butt and tugged my jeans off my cheeks and down my legs. He feasted on my cunt over my underwear and pulled vocal rills out of me with his fervor. He nipped at me, and I yelped, pushing up into his mouth, prompting him to keep up the rough play. He continued to bite all around my lips and on my clit, and I moaned out and rocked into his assault. “Uh, yes.” My panties got soaked from his saliva and my own arousal. I shook as his lusty grabs squeezed my thighs and pressed them apart and bent them back. “Uh, Sir … Sir! Uh uh, ohmygod.” Then I clamped my lips because I remembered all this play was for his pleasure. His.
He pushed his tongue up inside me, but his plunge was blocked and restricted. He persisted and pulsed in and out, then growled as he pulled off me and swiped off the lace barrier so he could come back and dive back in freely. When he collided with my freed flesh, it singed me with hot tingles in a million places with twangy streams of electricity.
I screeched behind my viced jaw as his slippery tongue tickled my walls unrestrained. “Sir.”
“No coming! Be good.” He stood, stripped off my sweater and peeled my bra down my body, not unhooking it until it was at the small of my back. He looked down on me, laying naked on my back before him in the firelight, and his eyes devoured me no less frantically than his mouth. “You are beautiful, so gorgeous. Strip me.”
That little command thrashed my core and took my breath away. “Yes, Sir.” I sat up and laid my palms and lips on his abs, then I caressed his whole torso, stroking his pecs with my fingertips and rushing down until his boxer briefs were pooled at his ankles.
He flicked them off and climbed back on the bed with me and rolled me over onto my stomach. His nudges on both thighs prompted me to spread them apart.
“It’s time for the erotic part of your spanking, my sweet. You are mine, mine. And I’m going to have you knowing that every single second of your existence.”
He knelt beside me and laced my arms together behind my back with a long, wide ribbon that he pulled out of his nightstand. It crisscrossed from my biceps all the way down to my wrists. “So pretty. You’re a present I get to unwrap, right after I make you scream. Plus, I like having you somewhat immobile and oh-so vulnerable, my pet. Spread your legs.”
Ohmygod. I didn’t think anything could top, “Strip me,” but those three, little words made me drip hot tears. I pulled my thighs apart and lifted my ass a bit in anticipation.
He held onto my tethered wrists with his left hand, pressing me into the mattress, and his right hand came crashing down, hitting the spot where my butt, thighs and pussy converge.
“Oh.”
He did it a few more times, then his swing switched to land more horizontally into my cheeks so that each hit reverberated through my body and struck me with a hundred pleasant jolts. His bottom two fingers whacked deliciously into my labia, and I let out shouts of glee each time. He did it again and again, with a slow rhythm and firm swats. My moans of heat and desire filled the room, making me sound like the most sexually satisfied girl on the planet. Sexually satisfied from a spank. We created a beat of smack-aaahh, smack-aaahh, smack-aaahh, that was making me delirious and hot. His spanks moved down my thighs, landing on my sensitive skin. When he hit my left leg, I loved how his fingers clapped around and found virgin flesh on my inner thigh. It stung and bit in and made me shriek. Fun, so much fun, to have new stings. He fell in between my legs and lightly slapped my labia. I cried out and ground my clit into his blanket. He did it
again and again, building up harder, until the sound changed to a splat.
“Such a wet bunny. No coming. You’re not allowed to come today.”
“Uh, Sir. Aaahhh.”
While whacking me good, he ordered, “Don’t come.”
Stop hitting me like that, then, dammit! Fuck.
After eight more smacks had escorted me up to a dangerous teeter, I jerked and warbled when he slid his tongue down my spine in contrast.
He came back up, sucked and bit on my neck and laid on top of me. While devouring my neck, which was arousing enough on its own, he hooked his hand under my hip and quickly claimed my clitoral hood with a pinch. I cried out in pain and ecstasy.
His middle finger gently flicked and slowly circled around the erect, exposed bud underneath at the same time. “This will push you hard, I know, but do not come.”
“Ah, Sir!” I groaned into the blankets because he was driving me mad.
He continued on and on, rolling around on my pink jewel without relenting. “Fight your body and mind for me, Addison. You are not allowed to come.”
“Please, Sir. I can’t...I can’t take it.”
As soon as he said my name in insistence, my pussy squeezed and squeezed, and I creamed all over his fingers.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how to stop it. I didn’t mean to disobey you.”
He jerked his hand out from under me and slid off my body to stand. “You will learn. Get up.”
With my hands tied up, I had to use my legs to worm my feet down to the floor and bounce my cheek to push off the mattress. My stomach sank when I turned and met his disappointed eyes. That punched me worse than the anger I expected.
He grabbed my arm. “I told you to not come, and you are to do exactly what’s demanded of you. Every speck of you, your heart, mind, body and soul, are all subject to me. You will obey me with your entirety. For a split second, because we are so new at this and you’re already sporting some punishment pink, I almost had mercy on you, but then you wouldn’t respect me, and you need to learn to overcome yourself and your wants. You are mine, Addison. This is not just a state of mind, or a role you play. We are in this, so you must give it all up to me, surrender everything and submit in every way. A climax springs from unbridled desire and self-focus, but your desire and focus should be on pleasing me, on not disappointing me, not on getting release for your precious, throbbing pussy. You are sinking into yourself, letting sensations overtake you and win. No. I know it wasn’t out of defiance, but you must stop that and reset your thinking. You will align your mind with mine, do exactly as I ask and teach yourself to not come.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I frowned. Hmph. Fun spanking was over. He sat down on the dining room chair, pulled my bound arm hard and tugged me down over his lap. Once I was situated firmly across his thighs, his smacking hand descended furiously on my well-prepped ass. Even though I was warmed-up plenty, the spanks were not restrained at all, making me wiggle and shout out. They held a lot more sting because I’d let him down. He didn’t cease the downpour until I was sobbing at my miserable failure. His swats fell slower and more gently and his hand cupping around my cheeks morphed into a kneading massage.
“You deserve that red hue on top of your bruised ass, Addison. You were self-absorbed, greedy and very bad in coming when I told you not to.” After a few moments of letting me lay here to catch my breath and squelch my blubbering, he stood me up and let me find equilibrium before he captured my mouth in a possessive kiss and bit my lips.
“I was bad. Thank you for punishing me and teaching me a lesson, Sir.”
He unraveled all the ribbon in a rush, not exactly unwrapping me like I was his treasure as he intended. I sighed as he let it snake to the floor. “You can stretch your arms. Come into the bathroom with me.”
“Yes, Sir.” My stomach dropped at the mystery. I turned and followed him, waving my arms back and forth in a huge swing.
On the counter was a red rope, a string of graduating purple beads and a tube of lube. No way. That was going in me? You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Bend over and spread your legs.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I bent over the counter and widened my stance for him.
He pulled cream out of a drawer and rubbed it gently on my cheeks and thighs. I moaned at the coolness and much-needed sweetness. He soaked up my butt hole with lube, and I hummed as his finger wormed in and stretched me out. He fingered me much longer than I expected, slowly sliding in and out, making me hot and hungry for a bigger intrusion. Maybe the beads wouldn’t be so bad then. He spread more lubrication over the beads and popped them in, one at a time. Once he was up to the fourth one, he tugged them in and out. I shivered at the sensation and sank down on the marble as he worked me up to take in the whole 10-inch string. When the fattest ones were up inside me, he twisted the big guy on the end as he pulled it in and out, and I groaned in ecstasy and clutched at the faucets. He gave a final heel cram, wiped the excess lube off me with a wash cloth and stood me up.
While scrubbing up his hands with soap and water, he said, “You are forgiven, but it’s binding time again for you, Addison. You can’t be trusted to not play with your pussy or yank the beads out right after breakfast. I will feed you.” A few moments later, he dried his hands and picked up ropes.
I watched in the mirror as he wove the middle of the two ropes into a flower. He placed it between my breasts and framed them with in a figure eight and a straight pass right under the perky mounds, then he entwined it behind my back and around my upper arms and threaded diamonds across my ribs and belly, showcasing my navel. The rope felt soft, thank god, rather than prickly. He slid two ends up under my shoulders twice then went back down through the Ferris wheel in the middle of my back and pulled all the ends around to the front and bound my hands together with a few ovals. He’d turned me into art, gorgeously bound art, and I teared up because I looked so beautifully his.
“What do you think?”
“My god, Sir, I love it!”
It wasn’t as tight or restricting as I thought it would be. He kept it slightly slack throughout, especially over my abdomen and lower back. I was able to move my hands up and down somewhat, just not a lot.
“Good. I’m glad you like it. You do look stunning, so beautiful.” He kissed the top of my shoulder. “I have EMT scissors in here and downstairs, so if you need to get out in a hurry, it’s not a problem. It’s not even knotted, the rope is just threaded through the passes around your wrists. I just have to pull and unwind. Don’t panic. You are always safe. Ready to go down?”
“I trust you. But, um, we’re going down like this? In the kitchen?”
“Is there a sexier way to eat breakfast?”
“Mmm, no, Sir.”
He escorted me out of the bathroom and held onto my upper arm when we got to the stairs and descended. He walked me down the gallery, through the dining hall and into the kitchen that was still holding night-time darkness. “Damn, we’re even up before God,” he said.
The lights came on automatically when we walked past the counter. He motioned for me to sit and I shimmied up on a bar stool.
“I don’t mind. I love spending time with you, Sir.”
“Likewise. Are you okay sitting with the beads in?”
“Yes, it feels good. I like them better than the plug. If I wiggle around, it feels so nice. I get a great amount of stimulation. I bet I could come.”
“Good. That’s what I was hoping. It’ll give you practice.”
“What will?”
“Those beads. They’re going to stay in until your break for lunch. Lucky you, Addison. You get to walk around for hours, sit in your classes, talk to your friends, all stuffed up with the purple beads I shoved in there, and you’ll get ample opportunity to work on avoiding a climax.”
“Ohmygosh.”
“Do you object?”
I was so terrified I wouldn’t be able to do it, not come, and not exactly ha
ppy with his expectation. I pressed my lips together, silencing the more horrible things bubbling up in my mind. “No, Sir. Thank you for thinking of a way to teach me.”
“How can I satisfy your hunger this morning, my bound beauty? What are you in the mood for?”
I looked down at his dangling cock and smirked.
He scrunched his lips to kill the smile he didn’t want to project, bent over to place his forearms on the counter, and stared me in the eye. My stomach flopped at his deep, sexy voice saying, “Miss Montgomery! You’ve certainly been no angel this morning. Get your mind out of the gutter.”
I laughed and glanced away, my face getting hot. I itched to fan it with my hand.
“What would you like me to make you?” I looked back, catching him right as he licked his full, bottom lip with a slow stroke. “I can whip up some killer stuffed French toast with strawberries.”
Damn. He wasn’t exactly making it easy to exit the gutter. I was still frolicking there at his tongue stroke and the word “stuffed” because if you mix that with strawberries and French-ing, yeah, that’d be the best breakfast of all. I smiled at the naughty destination of my trail. “Mmm. That sounds perfect. Shouldn’t I be the one making the breakfast?”
“Yes, but it’d be kind of difficult in your condition, wouldn’t it? Next time, the task is yours.”
“Sure, you say that now, but you haven’t tried my food.”
“Uh oh. That doesn’t sound good. Should I have 911 on standby?” He laughed as he fired up a griddle and covered it in Crisco that was clumped on a fork.
“No, I’m just not exactly the best cook, Sir. Sorry. I can bake decent cookies though.”
“The kind in a tube?”
“No,” I jeered, stretching out the vowel and shaking my head with a smile. “I participated in a few cookie exchanges for various holidays, so I know some recipes. My chocolate macaroons were a flop, literally, they looked like loose turds, but the rest came out all right.” I watched in amazement as he got everything out and was stirring up eggs and firing up the skillet with the ease of a short-order cook.
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