We discussed safe words and limits yesterday. Time to put things into practice.
I pick up the silver plug next, applying lube before moving around behind her, slipping it between her buttocks, making her gasp. “Is that what I think it is?” she asks.
“Relax,” I reply. “Else it might hurt.”
I push firmly, watching the plug vanish up inside her.
I click a black collar around her neck, admiring the tag. “Property of Don Barone,” I say out loud. “Appropriate, don’t you think?”
She shifts in place, letting out a moan as the plug moves inside her ass. “Now time for you to face your public.”
“No, Leo, please, not like this.”
“I warned you what would happen if you kept disobeying me. Told you I knew the truth, that you wanted people to see you naked, to stare at you, to watch you getting fucked.”
“But that was just a fantasy. You can’t do it for real. Please, Leo.”
“Are you going to obey me?”
“Yes, I’ll obey you.”
“You going to turn your phone off when I tell you?”
“I will.”
“Going to be my good girl.”
“I will.”
“Then trust me.”
I attach a leash to the collar, walking her out of the bedroom and along the corridor. “Is there anyone watching?” she asks.
“Might be,” I reply, teasing her by leaning close and kissing her neck. “Might be just us.”
“Fuck, Leo, you’re torturing me here.”
“I’m showing you what happens when you disobey me.” I untie the blindfold. “Walk downstairs and into my study.”
“But what if someone sees me?”
“Then you should have done as I said when we were outside.”
She looks like she might be about to say the safe word but then she swallows hard, looks away from me and makes her way to the stairs.
She walks with a sway of her hips, her hands held in place by the spreader bar. She can’t hide herself, can’t cover herself up. All she can do is walk slowly so she doesn’t fall. I watch her go, my cock throbbing in my pants.
When she reaches the bottom of the stairs, I go after her, catching up in time to see her disappear into my study.
I walk in after her, closing the door and locking it, pocketing the key before turning to stare at her. “Bend over the desk,” I tell her.
She obeys at once, her hands stretched out past her head, her ass pointing back at me, her tits pressing into the cold leather topping the desk.
I walk over and spank her, slapping my hand down on her ass over and over again until she’s moaning half in pain and half with lust.
I push her legs apart, finding her clit with my hand, teasing it with fast moving fingers. “So wet,” I tell her. “So turned on by the idea of being caught naked in the corridor.”
“Stop acting like you know me so well.”