I tried to be a good girl for him and waited what seemed like forever. Wishing for him to wake up and help me feel good. Even if it was just enough to relieve the pressure that had built up inside. It was getting to the point of an ache in my pussy, and if it didn’t release soon, I felt like I was going to go insane.
Warren hadn’t actually said I couldn’t touch myself. Just that I couldn’t touch him. Moving carefully, I slipped a hand between my legs and gently cupped my pussy. I pleasured myself with slow strokes, careful not to go too hard, my sensitivity higher than usual. Getting brave, I lightly touched my clit, nearly crying out with surprise and pleasure. So, that was where he was licking to make me feel so good. The feeling with my finger was similar but not the same as when he used his incredible tongue. Still, it was better than nothing. I kept up with the light strokes, making occasional passes on my clit until I was getting close to orgasm.
I must have been moving too much or made a noise I hadn’t meant to because just when I was about to cum, Warren grabbed me from behind. With one quick move, he had flipped me over onto my belly and was holding me down.
“Naughty girl,” he said, landing a hard spank square on my ass.
I yelped in pain but didn’t try to speak. As uncomfortable as I’d been, I knew he was right. I’d done something without permission.
“Your body is mine, pet,” he said, landing a slap on the other butt cheek. “You only cum when I say you can. Is that absolutely clear?”
“Yes, master,” I said, euphorically happy, “may I please cum, my master? My pussy is really aching.”
“No, not yet. You were a naughty girl, and what happens to bad girls?”
“They get punished.”
“Very good, pet. I am going to have to punish you. Then we will see about letting you cum.”
“Yes, master. Thank you, master.”
I could feel the weight shift as he got up off the bed, my little form doing little to move the springs.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, “not one inch. Stay exactly where you are, or I will spank you so hard they will hear you scream in Ontario.”
“Yes, master,” I enthused, knowing he was at least half-joking.
I could hear the drawers open and guessed what he was getting before he returned with rope, four lengths of it. The bed was an old-fashioned four-poster, so it wasn’t difficult to imagine what he was going to do.
He did my arms first, taking great care to tie each rope to each of my wrists, making sure it would hold me without cutting off my circulation or cause rope burn. I got the feeling the idea was to hold me, not to hurt me.
Finishing up my wrists, he moved down, caressing his hands down my body, the two coiled ropes waiting between my legs like skinny, patient snakes. I could feel the goosebumps rising on my flesh as he passed. The very touch of his hands filled me width gentle bliss.
Reaching my ankles, he did my left leg first, using one hand to pull it toward him. Picking up the first of the two remaining ropes, he tenderly tied it around my ankle. That done, he moved over to the other leg repeating the process. When both ropes were attached, Warren went back around to my left side. Cradling my ankle, he used his other hand to wrap the end of the rope around the bedpost. Pulling and shifting until the bottom of my foot was almost touching the varnished wood. Instead, hanging in a sort of suspension, similar to my arms. He did the same to my other leg, leaving me spreadeagle on the bed, the air ticking my wet pussy. I was completely at his mercy, and I loved it.
Warren reversed the trip, caressing his hands back up my body from my feet to my shoulders. Leaning in, he kissed me on the lips. I thought we might make-out like we had in the kitchen, but instead, he started moving down, over my chin and along my neck, mixing gentle licks and soft bites. I loved all of it, especially the bites, to my surprise. They were more exhilarating than painful.
Kissing, licking, and nipping his way down my neck and over my chest, he went to the right and started on my tits. Softly biting the tender flesh as he worked his way down. I took a breath as he got to my nipple, hoping he wouldn’t bite me there too. He didn’t, of course, instead switching to a combination of sucking and licking, swirling his tongue lightly around it, making me moan with pleasure.