I nod a few times, and he cups my jaw, his smile turning a little bit dark at the edge. “Verbal answers only, Ari.”
“Yeah. I’m fine with the traffic light system.” While I’ve never used it myself, I’m more than familiar with it. Green forabso-fucking-lutely, yellow forlet’s slow down, and red for acomplete stop only. It’s pretty simple to understand.
“Good girl.” He reaches up and attaches the collar around my neck and then snaps the leash onto the ring easily. “Hands.” My stomach is in fluttering knots as he buckles the cuffs to my wrists, and when he pulls me to my feet, I suck in a breath, my heart beating faster than it should be.
This can’t be scarier than sex in the woods with Ezra and Ashe, after all. So why am I so…fluttery?
Arlo can tell and pulls me in for a sweet kiss, running his fingers through my hair as he does. “You’re okay,” he promises. “I’d never do anything to hurt you in a way you didn’t like.”
I believe him. Implicitly, even though I really have no reason to do so.
Arlo leads me back to a different bench, this one with a raised piece in the middle, but before he does anything else, he reaches out and unbuttons my shorts, pushing them down my legs and off.
“The fishnets are cute,” he tells me. “They can stay. Would you be mad if something unseemly happened to them?”
“Like you ripping them?” I think about that, then shake my head. “Nah. Only because the idea of you ripping them is pretty sexy, and you promised to buy me new ones.”
“Good.” He tosses my shorts over with his backpack and then pushes me down onto the raised part of the bench, forcing me to straddle it with my stomach pressed against the padded, raised surface in the middle and my legs on either side. “Hands up here,” he says, probably unaware of how my heart is racing in my ears as he guides my hands to the top of the bench and locks them to it.
I try to move because, of course I do, and find that they’re locked in securely. The best I can do is twist them a bit, and only a little bit at that.
He lifts my shirt and rakes his fingers down my back, drawing a shudder from me as his nails carve lightly into my skin. It tickles and burns all at once, and then he moves to stand behind me, his hands on my ass.
“You look so gorgeous,” he says, gripping my fishnets andrippingthem across my thighs. The force of it makes me gasp, and when I do, he lightly swats my upper thigh, causing me to jump.
“I appreciate you letting me do that. I’ve been wanting to all night,” Arlo chuckles and walks away for a moment. I try to follow where he’s gone, but I can only just look over my shoulder to see that he’s returned to his backpack.
When he straightens and meets my eyes, his grin turns sly. “C’mon, Ari. If you look, it ruins the surprise.” He pockets something, then brandishes a strip of black cloth that he brings back to me and loops over my face, concealing my eyes completely with the blindfold.
Afterward, he pauses, cups my jaw in his hand, and runs his thumb over my lower lip. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah,” I say, not wanting to let the nerves show in my voice and failing.
“Good girl,” I swear I get a little wetter every time he says that, and I shudder once more as he draws his nails down my back again.
This time, however, he stands behind me and runs his fingers over my slit; the only separating factor is the thin fabric of my black panties.
I can’t see anything other than the black of the cloth, and somehow that makes it so much more intense.
He slaps my upper thigh again, and again I gasp before suddenly a low buzzing fills my ears, and he moves my panties to the side in order to run what feels like a small vibrator up and down my slit.
It’s unexpected, amazing, and a shock to me, so I arch my back at the foreign sensation moments before he pushes it into me and puts my panties back in place.
“You’reonlyallowed to come with my cock in your pussy, Ari,” he tells me, rubbing circles on my hips. “Anything else is unacceptable.”
I want to ask about what’ll happen if Idocome, but I close my mouth at the last second, not sure how much I want his answer.
He moves his hand up over the swell of my ass and slaps it, bringing another gasp from my lips, and does the same to the other side before moving to my upper thighs and doing the same to both.
Itburnsin a way I can’t describe, and I should probably be more upset that I’m beingspankedby Arlo, but I can’t bring myself to do more than focus on that and the vibrator in my pussy. Every time he hits me I jump, and it feels like the vibrator gets a little more intense when I do so until I’m subtly wiggling my hips against the bench, looking for any kind of relief.
When his hand rests against my ass again, his palm cool against my rosy skin, I shake my head and press my head against the bench.
“Give me a minute,” I gasp, unable to do more than twist my hands and ball them into fists. “Ithurts–”
“It’s supposed to hurt, Ari,” he chuckles and draws his nails over the sensitive skin that he’s slapped, making me arch my back and let out a soft whine.
“Oh, but you like that, don’t you?” He does it again with both hands, and I nearly jump off of the bench. I might’ve if my hands weren’t bound to it, and when he reaches out and increases the speed of the vibrator inside me, Iyelp.