It was empty.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she murmured as she tossed a few thing aside to double check that nothing had been left.
She ransacked her room, frantically searching for something, anything. She had tiny little bullet vibrators, and larger pieces, and a few other toys that she and Ben used when they were feeling frisky, but now there was nothing; it was like living in a cloister. With a huff she lay down on the bed and decided to just do this the old fashioned way.
She imagined Ben again, his broad, dark hands on her pale skin, the things he was whispering into her ear.
Punishment.
God what did that even mean? Her hand was under the waistband of her jeans and she touched herself over her panties, fingers finding a damp spot that would not have been there if it hadn’t been for fucking Ben Moreau. She cursed and bit her lip, thinking immediately of his thumb by her mouth and how much she wanted to suck it.
He had always turned her on, that was a given, but this was just torture.
“Don’t come.”
She stilled her hand, cursing once more. This could not be happening. She would just keep touching herself and that would be the end of it. She’d come, and then she could go about her day normally. It was easy. This was his fault. If he hadn’t wanted her to come he could have tied her up before he left. He said he was going to tie her up anyway; his fault for waiting.
But she found she couldn’t do it. She pressed her head into the pillow and let out a muffled scream. It wasn’t fair. She needed to come, but she desperately didn’t want to disappoint Ben. That didn’t mean she wasn’t hating his guts right now. Mandy was slowly coming to realize that this might be part of the punishment.
Frustrated, she finally pulled her hand away from her sopping cunt and lay there on the bed for a moment, fuming and turned on, and never so sexually frustrated in all her life. She starred at the ceiling briefly before sitting up to cast a glare at the empty nightstand. Suddenly it occurred to her, the sexy bastard had been planning this. That realization shook her right to the core as it both angered and enticed her. He had moved her vibrators ahead of time. She wondered what else he had up his sleeve as the heat continued to pool inside of her.
She’d distract herself. That was the key. She could wait until he was back from work; it would only be a few hours. She had work of her own to do as well and with a huff she got up from the bed and walked over to her computer. Yep, that’s it, I’ll just stay distracted, she thought, while in the same moment she was keenly aware of how slick things were between her legs. She bounced a little in her seat and opened her laptop. She glanced at the multiple tabs and documents open from the day before. She clicked each and browsed them briefly as she tried to decide which would hold her attention best.
Scrunching her forehead she realized there was something different about her computer. A new window was open deep beneath the ones she had up already. Behind them all it was barely a corner. It was there teasing her almost completely hidden. Curiously she clicked it to bring it to the front and gaped at what she saw. Her mouth fell open as she read the page.
“Thank you for your purchase!” the screen read. Mandy swallowed as she took in the list of items that had been bought. She hunched closer to the screen as she squinted at the pictures and then the dirty descriptions. She had never even heard of some of these things.
Breathable silicone ball gag with leather strap.
Princess Gem Plug
Leather embossed wrist and ankle cuffs.
Pearl tassel nipple clamps.
Insatiable Nights G-Spot stimulator.
Hitachi Magic Wand.
Cotton Rope Bundle — Navy.
“Aww,” she said out loud at the last one; navy was her favorite color.
Great, now she knew she wasn’t going to get any work done. She bit her lip and stared at the screen as she mulled over what he could intend to do with all of those new toys. According to the invoice Ben had made the purchase over a week ago. It had already been delivered, and she had had no idea. She couldn’t help but smile a little at how sneaky and prepared he had been. Mandy squirmed a little in her seat as she continued to stare at the page. She didn’t have it in her to close the window, or to look away and try and think of something else. She could only stare.
Startling her out of her reverie, her phone chirped indicating a new text message. She grabbed it from the side of the desk and turned it over in her hand. Of course its Ben.
Ben: How are you doing?
Mandy wanted to scream at the phone, she stared between the screen of her phone and the screen of her laptop. Finally she started typing a reply.
Mandy: What the hell!? What are you doing to me?
Ben: You being a good girl?
The words gave Mandy another jolt of arousal that churned deep inside her stomach, low and warm. Good girl. She bit her lip again and smiled.
Mandy: Yes.
Ben: Glad to hear it.
Ben: You see what I bought for you?
Mandy let out a small moan and was practically gnawing her lip off. She looked at the computer screen. She crossed her legs and shifted in her chair.
Mandy: Yeah.
Ben: Do you like them?
Mandy was not entirely sure how to respond to that.
Mandy: When are you going to be home?
She could almost hear Ben laughing at his phone as the message sent.
Ben: Can you do something for me?
Ben: Take off your underwear.
She squeaked, vibrating a little, suddenly very, very excited. Maybe he’s going to let me get off, she thought as she jumped to her feet and kicked off her jeans. She peeled her damp panties off with lightning quick speed and tossed them in the general direction of the hamper. This was it! Now she would get to come. He would start sexting and tell her to touch herself and she would finally—
Ben: Now put your pants back on.
Wait, what?
Ben: And could you go to the grocery store and pick up some more milk and Oreos? We’re all out.
Mandy: What?
Ben: Be a good girl and go to the store, Mandy.
Mandy thought she could hear his voice saying those words, the sound of it smoothly running over her skin and she shuddered. Be a good girl. In any other world that might have skeeved her out, but sitting in front of her computer, looking at the things that lay in store for her, Mandy could only want to be a good girl. She was surprised she hadn’t bitten her lip clean off with the way she was chewing on it. Disappointedly she agreed…
Mandy: Ok.
Thankfully the grocery store wasn’t full in the middle of the day. The entire drive she felt unfocused and couldn’t concentrate on anything except for the feel of her denim jeans against her bare cunt. The rumbling and the vibrations from her old car were driving her wild and were a constant reminder of what she couldn’t do.
Ben: Are you at the store yet?
Mandy: Yes.
Ben: Go to produce.
Mandy walked over and glanced around at the various fruits and vegetables as she awaited further instruction.
Ben: Find a cucumber.
Mandy groaned quietly and shut her eyes as she leaned against her shopping cart. When she regained her composure she stepped over to the vegetables and found the cucumbers. She was sure that if anyone chose to take a look they would be able to see the growing damp spot in the crotch of her jeans. She cursed at herself for not thinking ahead. She should have brought a sweatshirt to tie around her waist to hide the evidence of her impossible, nearly painful, arousal.
Ben: Find a good one, take a picture. I want to see it in your hand.
Mandy did as she was told and looked for the largest cucumber she could find. She licked her lips as she ran her fingers over the chilled vegetables and finally grabbed one that seemed useable. For a moment she wondered what on earth she’d be using it for and trembled a little, blushing when she imagined sliding it between her leg
s. She peered around the produce section before snapping a picture of the large cucumber in her hand.
Mandy: [1 attached image]
Ben did not respond right away and Mandy worried about why he wasn’t responding. She shifted from foot to foot in front of the produce as she anxiously awaited a response, any response. She felt ridiculous just standing in the produce with a cucumber in her hand.
Ben: That’s a little big. It’s just for the two of us for dinner.
Mandy gaped at the screen. The little speech bubble showing that he was still typing popped up so she waited.
Ben: Such a naughty girl.
That should not have done things to Mandy, but it did. Her breath caught in her throat and she fumbled with her phone a little. She glanced around quickly to make sure no one noticed her scarlet flush that went from her face all the way down to her chest.
Ben: What am I going to do with you?
Mandy: Are you going to punish me?
Ben: I think I’m going to have to.
Mandy was almost shaking where she stood.
Ben: Find a smaller one and finish your chores. I’m almost done here, and I’ll be back soon.
Mandy: Okay.
She waited for a moment for another reply but none came so she tossed her phone back into her purse and grabbed a smaller cucumber. She headed through the rest of the grocery store to grab the milk and cookies that Ben had requested earlier. As she walked she tried to think of anything else they might need until their next trip, and ended up picking up some of the cereal and candy she knew he liked. He was a sucker for sweets and she could imagine his smile when he saw the candy waiting on the kitchen table. She thought about it for another moment and grabbed her favorite candy bar too.
She drove home and unpacked the food and waited impatiently on the couch. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, her body. She was constantly shifting back and forth which only worsened things as it rubbed her jeans over her tender areas. She put her feet up and then let them fall back to the floor. He has to be here soon!
Her phone chirped again and she dove for her purse. She pulled the device out and fumbled with the screen as she frantically tried to enter the unlock code so that she could see the new message from Ben.
Ben: Take off your clothes, go to the bedroom, kneel on the floor in front of the dresser and wait.
She did it. She had never felt more electric as she flung her clothes to the floor and all but crashed to her knees. She was nearly shaking, wet and flushed and so, so ready. This was impossible. She never knew she could feel like this, and here she was, nearly vibrating out of her skin with anticipation. She wanted his hands on her body. She wanted him to open all the things he had bought and use them on her. She wanted it all so badly, more than she had ever wanted anything before.
She flinched when she heard the front door open, and almost jumped up to greet Ben before remembering that he had told her to wait.
Mandy was not sure she could wait much longer.
Ben walked slowly through the apartment; the sound of him putting his bag down, setting his keys on the front table seemed so much louder than normal. She strained to hear every movement he was making. Why isn’t he in here yet?, her mind screamed as he walked around the kitchen. She almost cried out when she heard him turn on the tap to get a glass of water.
Instead, against her will, she whimpered.
The sound of Ben moving around the other room stopped, and Mandy did not think it was possible but she grew even tenser. She fisted her hands on her thighs and dug her fingernails into her pals to keep from touching herself.
Before Mandy met Ben, she never would have considered doing anything like this with anyone. She had not even considered doing this in her wildest dreams. Ben was different, she supposed. Special…or maybe she was different than she had first believed. Sure, she was excited that Ben was doing this to her, but she was more excited by the fact that she thought that maybe Ben liked doing this to her. She liked that Ben wanted to punish her, and wanted to tease her and wanted her to squirm, because God, was she ever squirming when she heard his footsteps come closer and closer to the bedroom door.
“Well look at you,” he hummed when the door opened. She turned and looked at him over her shoulder but did not know how to respond. She bit her lip and he stepped forward and reached to her mouth, pulling her bottom lip out from her teeth, like he always did. “If you’re not careful you’re going to bite your lip clear off, baby girl.”
She gave him a shaky smile and was about to bite her lip again when she stopped herself. He smiled back down at her and warmth spread through her. She had done something right.
“Now, what are we going to do with you?”
“Anything,” she whispered back. It surprised her to hear how breathy and wrecked she sounded, and from the look on his face he was a little surprised too. Eyebrows quirked, and grin growing wider, he ran his hand through her hair. She bounced a little where she knelt on the floor.
“You’re going to be sorry you said that, baby girl.”
He stepped away and she found herself leaning after him, almost tumbling to the side as she tried to follow his hand. She watched him over her shoulder as he walked around and picked up her clothes, folding them and setting them on the chair. Then he stepped into their small walk in closet and pulled out a box. She knew what was in the box without even seeing it as he put in on the bed, out of her line of sight. He slowly started opening the contents one by one. She could hear the crackle of plastic, and stared over her shoulder, cursing the high bed they had chosen to buy together instead of the modern sleek thing that stood only a few inches off the floor.
“If I wanted you to see it, you’d be seeing it, Mandy. What am I going to do with you?”
She turned back quickly to the dresser but it was too late. He stepped over to her and opened one of the dresser drawers above her head and pulled out something long and navy.
He wrapped the blindfold carefully around her eyes. The cloth was smooth and the ends dangled down her back, teasing and silky.
“Is this okay?” he whispered in her ear. She could feel the heat from his body through his expensive clothes where he knelt behind her.
“Yes,” she whispered back.
And it was. Simultaneously better and worse; so much worse. Now his fingers were drifting over the skin of her shoulders and with her sight taken away, it felt even stronger. It felt like the warmth from his hands was burning into her skin and she couldn’t even focus on something to look at to distract herself. Another whimper fell from her mouth.
“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you,” he said into her ear softly. “You like this, don’t you?”
She nodded and shook as his hands slid down her body. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her back into his chest. She could feel his solid muscles through his shirt, feel the buttons pressing against her back. He brought her hand between her legs. He did not touch her cunt though, and she groaned softly and tried to get something, anything to make contact with her swollen, needy sex.
“Yeah,” Ben murmured. “I can tell you like this. You’re wet all the way down to your thighs. Dirty girl.”
“Please…” she begged as she squirmed. “Ben, I need to come, please.”
“Do you? I don’t think we’re at that point yet.”
Her head landed back against his shoulder and a low groan escaped from her lips. “Ben… I can’t—“
“I told you I was going to punish you. You do all sorts of terrible things to me, make me think all sorts of terrible, distracting thoughts. I’ve spent months ready to come at the slightest breeze from thinking about you, so I thought, I’d return the favor. Now you know what you do to me. You’re a bad girl.”
“Ben! Please!”
“You come when I say. And I was going to go easy on you until you showed me that obscene cucumber.”
“Please, I’m sorry, please, please, please…”
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��Now, you know I’d give you anything, but we can’t have you talking your way out of this one. Open your mouth.”
“Please, Ben, touch me.”
She felt one of his hands slip away and he shifted a little as he reached into his pocket.
“Open your mouth.”
“Please, please let me come.”
“Open your mouth and I’ll touch your clit.”
Clit. She wasn’t sure she had ever heard Ben say that word and she moaned again, mouth falling open. His hand was at her face and suddenly there was something between her teeth. The silicone ball gag! She shuddered as he gently brushed her hair out of the way and buckled it behind her head.
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