I whimpered and then I grew wetter.
His hands were rough and callused, the hands of a man who had worked hard for everything he had been given in life. I trembled, feeling my muscles tighten with arousal as he touched me. First his thumbs caressed my calves, massaging away the tight knots from the day. Then he ventured further up my legs, touching my thighs and gently rubbing them until I felt as though I was going to melt.
His thumbs brushed against my inner thighs, sliding along my wetness as he did so. I whimpered, at first ashamed of my body’s betrayal but as he continued to tease me, I pushed away that feeling and instead focused on how good it felt, how much more aroused it made me. My arms trembled, wanting to reach down and brush my fingers through his hair, but I didn’t.
He’d told me to obey or he’d punish my pussy.
I shivered again, a soft moan escaping my throat.
He’d said he’d spank my sensitive folds.
With a gasp, I spread my legs wider, felt my core clench hard and liquid heat gathered between my thighs. Then he kissed the inside of my right thigh and I shook with pleasure. The wetness of his tongue caressed my skin and I gasped at its warmth at it trailed along my sensitive flesh.
Using his hands, he spread my thighs wider, kissing along my skin as he did so. I moaned softly and then his lips pressed against the crux of my inner thigh and my pussy. He softly brushed his mouth against my wetness, and I cried out, both ashamed and terribly turned on at the same time.
He took his fingers then and spread my folds, exposing my clit to his view. I gasped and quivered, arching against the bed but I kept my hands still over my head. I pressed my palms together and remembered his warning, which made it easier to obey.
He kissed along my lips, touching and teasing my sensitive flesh and I shuddered beneath him. His arms held down my legs, forcing me to open myself for him and I gasped as his fingers dug into my skin, just a little bit.
His mouth centered over the top of my clit then and I felt the warmth of his breath against my pussy. Every muscle in my body clenched tightly with need and my hips rose to meet him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to touch myself, but I didn’t.
Instead, I gave him control. I gave him everything.
My nipples hardened into tight little peaks and every muscle in my body went rigid with a need stronger than I had ever known. His lips descended onto my clit and I cried out, feeling his wet warmth surround my needy bud and then his tongue flicked it, just hard enough to make me gasp out loud.
His mouth latched onto me then, teasing me closer and closer toward orgasm as he did so. His tongue varied with pressure, taunting me with intense ecstasy then pulling back with just a light enough touch that left me feeling wanting and incredibly needy.
My breasts felt heavy with desire and I yearned to touch them, to tease and pinch my nipples with my fingers, but I didn’t have permission. Instead, I had to keep my hands over my head as he commanded.
I tried to focus on his instruction, but it became difficult. I just wanted to come, and his mouth was driving me wild. The flat of his tongue pressed against my clit, just light enough to tease and I moaned pitifully with need.
“Please,” I begged. I wanted to come. I needed it.
He continued to tease me, edging me closer to orgasm but never letting me pass the brink. My skin buzzed with electricity, and my lower belly clenched hard with desire. My hips rolled, trying to increase the pressure of his mouth but his grip tightened on my thighs, holding me down as he did so. He wouldn’t allow me to take control.
The longer he licked at my pussy, the more desperate I became. With a whimper, I squirmed. I felt feverishly hot and needy. My nipples were so hard they hurt, and I knew I was wetter than ever. Closer and closer I hurtled toward the edge of orgasm and then when he eventually pulled back, I wailed with disappointment.
I raised my hands and threaded my fingers through his hair, trying to hold his head in place, to make him give me release when I needed it the most.
He stilled and his tongue pulled away from my clit.
Tentatively, I removed my hands from him and placed them back above my head, but his mouth never returned to my pussy. Instead, I watched as he lifted his head and turned to face me.
“I wanted to reward you, Cara, but you’ve disobeyed me,” he said, and I shuddered with the warning in his tone.
“Instead, I’m going to have to punish this naughty little pussy, now aren’t I,” he said, his voice even darker now. He appeared to be disappointed, but also a bit excited at the same time.
He pushed up off the bed and I nervously pressed my legs together once he was standing.
“Please, don’t spank me there,” I begged.
“I warned you, little human,” he replied. “Open your thighs.”
I trembled, but I did as he bade. My pussy clenched nervously, but I kept my legs spread for him. His eyes flicked down to my pussy and then back to my gaze, but he didn’t say anything. I struggled to keep myself from squirming. I turned away, unable to look at him as he stared down at me, trembling in shame, arousal, and intense need.
Fuck. Now I wanted to come even more.
He walked over to a nearby cabinet and opened a long drawer. He reached inside and took out a long, thin black object and I whimpered with nervousness. I watched him as he did so, my gaze searching as I tried to figure out what he had retrieved.