He tried the door handle only to find it locked. Juggling the keys in his hands, he fumbled but managed to find the extra key to unlock the door. He stepped into the quiet house to find a soft glow in the direction of the bedroom. She must have left a light on... As a little girl, she’d often been scared of the dark. Even as a grown woman, when he wasn’t around, she’d been known to leave a light on at night until he returned. Ah, my girl...
Setting his bags down by the door, he closed and locked it again. He stood for a moment, inhaled a deep breath, and studied his surroundings. Home for two weeks. In the middle of nowhere, where no one can hear her scream, and we can play in nature. Heaven. He hoped she would be pleased with the surprise he had in store.
Davis crept toward the light glowing from one of the bedrooms, then pushed the door open. A faint creak echoed in the silence of the cottage. He peeked into the room and spied Samantha curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed, a thin sheet covering her body. A small lamp on the bedside table illuminated her sleeping form. She didn’t stir when he entered the room and only shifted position slightly as he sat on the edge of the bed beside her.
He ran his fingers through her hair, and after a minute or two, she rolled over and placed her head in his lap. A sigh escaped her lips, and she curled into him, relaxing back into slumber. He ran a hand down the length of her body, over her ribcage and hip to her ass, the silk negligee she wore soft to the touch. His fingertips played over the smooth skin of her ass cheeks and dipped into the crack.
Upon feeling the Princess plug, a silent chuckle shook his body. She’s still wearing the plug. Good girl.
For a few minutes, he sat there reveling in her feminity, running one hand through her hair, and the other massaging her ass cheeks, tapping the plug that rested in her ass.
Whimpers began to form in Samantha’s throat, getting louder the longer he played with her.
“Mmmm...” Samantha sat up and blinked sleepy doe eyes at him.
Her hair flipped over to one side of her head, and he brushed it back out of her face. He’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
Confusion crinkled her brow before her eyes widened in surprise and delight. Then she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. “Oh my God! You’re here early,” she exclaimed.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent, squeezing her back. “I couldn’t wait to see you.”
Samantha sat back on her haunches in order to look into his face. “I hope the drive was all right. What time is it?”
Davis checked his wristwatch. “Almost midnight.” He grinned at her. “Time for my princess to have her spanking.”
Her eyes widened again, and she bit her lips together to contain her excitement, an expression he’d seen many times before. He inclined his head, and she nodded in understanding. She positioned herself over his lap, and he swung his legs to the side of the bed, planting his feet on the floor.
He kneaded her ass cheeks, alternating between that and tickling the skin of her lower back. Samantha squirmed. He landed a firm swat to one ass cheek.
A low moan escaped her lips. “Thank you, Sir.”
He smacked the other side. “Sir approves of you sleeping with the plug in your ass.”
“Mmm... Thank you, Sir.” She flinched when his hand came down on her ass again but she didn’t cry out, only thanking him once more.
Davis delivered ten spanks to each ass cheek, then alternated twenty more between each side. Samantha did her best to thank him after each one. When he stopped, her breath came in heavy pants. He fingered her pussy, toyed with her clit, and plunged two fingers deep into her wet cunt. Samantha gasped and thanked him at each intrusion as he finger-fucked her while tapping the plug in her ass at the same time.
When her voice rose in pitch, he pulled his fingers from her quivering cunt. With his other hand, he threaded his fingers into her hair and yanked her head up. “Are you close to coming, my girl?”
Samantha whimpered. “Yes, Sir.”
He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “Well, not yet. Stand up.”
“Yes, Sir.” A low moan of protest accompanied her actions, but she stood and faced him. Her body twitched under his scrutiny.
“Are you pouting, Sammie-girl?”
“No, Sir.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Well, maybe a little,” she mumbled.
Davis brought the two fingers he’d fucked her with to her lips. She sucked them into her mouth. “You like that, my good little slut? You like sucking on the fingers that fucked you and almost brought you to orgasm?”
She nodded with enthusiasm, her words garbled as she spoke around his fingers. “Yes, Sir.”
He withdrew his fingers from her eager mouth. “I know you do.” He swatted her ass again, and a small yelp escaped her. “Come on, Sir is taking you swimming.”
Samantha visibly shuddered. “Right now?”
Curiosity peaked, Davis tried to understand her reticence. “Yes. Why?”
She swallowed hard and clasped her hands behind her back. “Well, Sir...” Her voice trailed away, and she swallowed hard before clearing her throat. “The pond is warm and everything is nice but as soon as you get out, the mosquitoes attack. I tested it earlier this evening. I’m not sure the citronella candles we brought will be enough at this time of night, and I don’t think even I’m up for that kind of torture.”
Davis chuckled. “Good point.” He swept her up into his arms, then tossed her onto the bed. “How about we run in quickly and run out?”
Samantha giggled. “I’m game if you are, Sir.”
He nodded at her. “Get naked then.”
They raced to undress. When they were both naked, Davis took hold of her hand, and they ran together toward the back of the house. Once outside, Samantha led the way down the path to the pond and onto a small dock. As one, they leaped into the warm water and surfaced to face each other.
Embracing, they kissed until the high-pitched buzzing noise announced they were not alone. They scrambled out of the water and ran back to the house as fast as they could.
Once in the kitchen, they laughed their heads off together. Davis pulled Samantha into a wet, warm embrace, then kissed her deep and hard. His naked body molded to hers. He loved how her curves fit perfectly with his body. His hard cock pressed against the V of her thigh, and he couldn’t wait to fuck her any longer.
Without warning, he spun her around and forced her to bend over the kitchen table. Not requiring any further instruction, she lay flat, breasts mashed into the tabletop, legs spread wide. Her fingers gripped the sides of the small table and held tight. Davis guided his cock into her pussy and fucked her slow and deep before picking up the pace.
Her tight, wet cunt a haven for his hard cock, he plunged into her over and over, not holding back his lust for her. Samantha screamed in orgasm, her tight pussy convulsing around his hard cock. He knew with the plug in her ass it would feel as if she were being double-penetrated. He counted three of her screams, then let go. As his orgasm took over, he yelled his pleasure.
Davis slumped over top of Samantha. Her whimpers drifted up to his ears, and he forced himself to stand upright. Eyeing her splayed on the tabletop, ideas for their playtime infiltrated his brain. The next two weeks were going to be sinful, to say the least.
Davis pulled his cock from her cunt, then grabbed hold of one of her arms. He slung her over his shoulder and carried her to the bathroom. He turned the tap on to warm up the water for the shower and instructed her on what would happen next.
“Sammie-girl, we are going to get clean, then I’m going to cuff your arms and legs together and the rest of the night is about you.”
“Me, Sir?” she questioned.
He smiled at her and kissed her forehead, gesturing for her to step under the hot spray. “You didn’t think those three orgasms in the kitchen was it for the night, did yo
u?”
She shrugged a shoulder. “I never assume anything, Sir.”
“Oh, good little girl,” he said. “I want to reward you for coming out here and getting everything ready for us.”
“Uh... Wait until you see the place by day,” she mumbled.
“Sshh...” He stepped into the shower with her and closed the shower curtain behind him. He quickly washed, then began to wash her off. As he massaged soap onto her breasts, he nibbled her ear lobe. “You are my good girl and I have lots and lots of rewards planned for you.”
Samantha stared into his eyes, and he noticed tears welling up. “What is it?” he asked.
She swallowed and attempted a smile. “I’ll try not to disappoint, Sir.”
He frowned and kissed her forehead. Why on earth would she be afraid to disappoint me?
Pride and Punishment
By night she screamed her pleasure out,
Her Dom loved to make her shout,
But sometimes the reward that’s best,
Is when she is forced to wait for the rest...
Samantha yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes for the hundredth time. She ran a hand through her hair and reached up into the kitchen cupboard for a coffee cup. Inhaling, the aroma of the coffee brewing hit her nostrils. A warm breeze blew in through the open kitchen window, caressing her naked body.
A contented sigh escaped her lips. She scratched an itch on one ass cheek and a smile lit up her face. She danced over to the coffeemaker, ass and pussy deliciously aching from being used by Davis during the night. After he’d fucked her in the kitchen, he’d washed her head to toe in the shower, dried her off, then carried her to the bedroom where he cuffed her ankles and wrists together, and used a wand on her clit to make her come over and over until she’d cried in joy and ecstasy. Finally, she’d been able to remove the ass plug, and Davis had cuddled her to sleep afterward.
When he rewards me, he rewards me. Humming, she flitted about the kitchen as she searched cupboards and drawers for items to use for cooking the morning meal. Tired as she was, hunger had won out, and she’d forced herself to leave Davis’ side in the bed to find food. Two weeks would offer lots of time for sleep, and she wanted to begin their first morning together with a hearty breakfast.
A veggie omelet would provide adequate sustenance, so she busied herself with chopping and sautéing. Just as she finished plating the food, Davis strolled into the kitchen, naked. He yawned loudly as he greeted her. “Good morning, Sammie-girl.”
Samantha put the plates on the table and turned to him. “Morning, Sir.” She went on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.
He kissed her forehead in turn. “Food smells good.”
Samantha gestured for him to sit. “Coffee?”
He grinned at her, love for her shining in his eyes. “Yes please.”
Samantha set to the task of pouring him a cup. She set it down in front of his plate and knelt by his chair. “Do you need anything else, Sir?” She licked her lips in hopes he would demand she suck his cock. She loved servicing him in that manner and hadn’t been given the chance yet.
Davis ran his fingers through her hair and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “I want you to eat first.”
A small pout formed on her lips. “Okay, Sir.” Eating first meant she had to give herself time to digest in order not to choke on his cock when he fucked her mouth.
He winked at her. “Good girl. I know you’re hungry, and you need food.”
Cum contains a lot of protein. Remaining silent with her thought, Samantha sat on the chair beside him, and they settled in to eat.
Davis sipped his coffee and spoke. “After we finish eating and cleaning up the kitchen, I have a surprise for you.”
She perked up at that. “Oh?”
He grinned at her, then pawed her cheek. “Yes, I do.”
Her eyes closed and her body relaxed at his heavy-handed touch. She squirmed in her chair, cunt pulsing with excitement. Excited to be his fuck toy for the next two weeks, she couldn’t wait to see what he had in store.
Davis’ eyes narrowed as he studied her. “Lots of time, my girl.”
“Yes, Sir.” An enthusiastic nod accompanied her response.
She tried not to scarf down her meal so they could get started. Depending on what he had in mind, she’d need the sustenance. Excitement danced the jitterbug in her system, and she tried to remain outwardly calm. Davis took his time helping her clean up the kitchen, brushing his cock up against her every chance he got, which sent her into a frenzy.
Finally, Davis gave her his first instruction. “Kneel by the back door and wait for me.”
Samantha did as told and waited on her knees with her hands behind her back. She could hear Davis rummaging around in the bedroom. Within a few minutes, he returned, still naked, and carrying a bag.
He stood in front of her, looked down, and held out a hand. “Ready to go?”
“Yes, Sir.” Even though he’d asked if she was ready, she waited for him to demand she take his hand.
“Good girl. Take my hand.”
Samantha did as told and stood up. Without a word, Davis led her outside and back down the path that led to the pond. The hot, mid-morning sun beat down on them. The buzzing of insects filled the air but none bothered them. Overgrown grasses brushed at her legs as they walked.
A sweat broke out on her skin. A fly buzzed in front of her face and she brushed it away. Grimacing, she once again lamented the condition of the property. This wasn’t what they’d signed up for, yet Davis seemed oblivious.
She huffed an impatient sigh which caused Davis to stop short and turn about to face her. “Something wrong?”
His stern tone made her blink in surprise, and she swallowed hard. “Nothing is wrong... with you, Sir.”
His tone softened, and he brushed his knuckles down her cheek. “Then what is it? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you fighting tears on occasion.”
She melted under his touch, and the tears she’d held back yesterday upon finding their getaway in such a state welled up and dripped down her face.
“What is it?” he asked again.
“Well...” She sniffed and gestured around. “Look at this place. This is not what we paid for.”
“And you’re disappointed?”
Staring into his eyes, she gulped. “Yes, Sir. I’m disappointed. Aren’t you? I wanted this vacation to be perfect.”
His lips twitched in a smile. “The conditions aren’t... ideal perhaps, but we will make the best of it. To me, it’s perfect because we are together. That’s what matters.” He waggled his eyebrows, eyes twinkling with mischievous intent.
Samantha couldn’t help but smile, and the tears abated. “What exactly do you have in mind, Sir?”
He pulled her into an embrace and kissed the side of her head. “Oh, Sammie-girl, I have all sorts of wicked things in mind.” He held her at arm’s length, then lifted her chin with the thumb and forefinger of one hand. “Now for catching you pouting, I have a little punishment in mind. Follow me.”
With a nod, Samantha took hold of his hand again and followed along behind him as he led her to a tree adjacent to the dock. One branch of the tree hung out over the water. Davis released her hand and eyed the scene.
“Hands behind your back, eyes down,” he instructed.
Samantha did as told and stood stock still, eyes downcast. She could hear him humming a happy tune as he went about his work. In her peripheral vision, she caught sight of him rummaging in the bag. He brought out some rope, but she couldn’t see what he did with it.
After a few minutes, he knelt in front of the bag once more, then came to stand in front of her. “You can look up now.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Her eyes met his. She smiled when she saw the love and joy in the expression on his face. Then she caught site of the bottles of suntan lotion and bug spray in his hands.
“Arms out.”
She did as he told her and held her arms out to the side. Davis proceeded to squeeze a generous amount of sunscreen from one of the tubes, and slathered it all over her body, taking particular care of her breasts and buttocks. Next, he sprayed her entire body with bug spray.
Samantha raised an eyebrow, but Davis kept on humming while he covered her from head to toe.
“There,” he said. “You shouldn’t get sunburned, and the bugs won’t bother you.”
Samantha didn’t feel sexy in the least slathered in all the goo, but she knew better than to protest. Whatever Davis had in mind, she knew he’d thought it through. She glanced over to see a small, foldable step stool by the water’s edge underneath the tree branch, a rope hanging from the branch. Excitement danced through her body, and her pussy pulsed in arousal.
Davis took her by the hand again and led her to the stool. “Stand on it,” he instructed.
Samantha stepped up onto the stool and waited while Davis rummaged in the bag again. He produced two pairs of leather cuffs with metal rings attached. He cuffed her wrists together, then proceeded to tie the rope to the cuffs so her arms were overhead. He tugged a couple of times on another section of rope which caused her to be suspended on her tiptoes, but without too much strain on her shoulders or body.
“How’s that?” he asked.
“Good, Sir.”
“Good.” With a nod, he left her there, running off to the dock and into the water.
Samantha watched as he swam out and then back to the dock. Davis treaded water, staring at her, not saying a word. Curious to know what he had in mind, she stared back, not speaking either. Davis climbed out of the water and sat on the dock. He leaned back on one arm and took his cock in the other hand. Continuing to stare at Samantha, he stroked his shaft.
She licked her lips, hungry to take his thickening cock into her mouth or to be fucked in either of her holes. When it came to teasing, she’d dubbed Davis the master.
“You want my cock, Sammie-girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” she called out.
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