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"No." He shook his head. "I love hearing you laugh."
My heart skipped a beat at his statement, and my breath hitched in my throat when he gave me one of his lustful gazes, which always ignited the fire inside of me.
"Scrub my body clean, slave," he commanded, changing his expression from soft to stern in a millisecond, and I almost clapped my hands in excitement.
I moved to the edge of the bathtub, took the loofah sponge and started to gently wash his body. He didn’t move the whole time I scrubbed his torso and arms. But when I moved lower, I just couldn’t resist, and I wrapped my palm around his thick cock, wanting to stroke him, when he grabbed me by my forearm, giving me a stern look. Instantly, I let go of his dick, taking in a sharp breath.
"You obviously need a reminder of your place," he growled, abruptly standing up. I shuddered when I watched him tower over me. His immense frame looked even bigger when I was sitting on my heels, unable to move.
"Stand up," he ordered, and I did as he said, bowing my head, feeling excited. I didn’t know what he was about to do, but I knew that a few strokes with a riding crop would probably only arouse me more.
He stepped out of the bathtub, all wet and incredibly sexy. I stole a few glances at him when he took a crop from the counter and motioned for me to come closer.
"Bend over," he commanded, and I stuck my ass out in the air, leaning against the wooden surface, which cooled down my hot skin a little. "Spread your legs," was another order, and I obeyed it, grabbing the opposite edge of the counter for support with my cuffed arms when he wanted me to open my feet wider.
"More." He hit my calf lightly, and I moved my legs further apart until I was standing on my tiptoes, pressed against the chilly wood, biting my lower lip. My thighs shook, and I whimpered when he touched the butt plug in my ass, pulling it out a little and then pushing it back. My hole was a little sore from it, but it was still tremendously pleasurable.
I enjoyed the feeling of being at his mercy so much that I didn’t notice when he stopped touching me. Only when he hit my pussy hard with a riding crop did I wince, and a surprised squeak left my mouth. He gave me a few more whips before he let me catch my breath, and I almost screamed when the third whip touched my aching sex, leaving it stinging there.
"Last time you liked it more," Mr Thorn mocked me from my left side, and I pressed my forehead against the counter, taking deep breaths.
"This should remind you to do as you’re told," he rumbled before he gave equal attention to both of my butt cheeks, probably imprinting a heart from the riding crop there when he spanked me.
I did my best to stay as still as possible and avoid making unnecessary noises. It was my way of showing him that I could take what I deserved and that I wouldn’t plead with him to stop. It was too soon for that. He would need to use much more force to make me beg.
I was holding the edge of the counter. My toes hurt from supporting my body during the punishment, and I winced when I felt his hand on my ass, caressing and squeezing my cheek. I knew it was over, even when he didn’t say anything. The crop was settled peacefully next to me, reminding me that it could be used for my pleasure and also to cause me pain.
"Up." Mr Thorn took my arm gently and lifted me. I put my whole feet on the floor, releasing a deep breath when my toes were relieved of the pressure of my whole body. I also wanted to touch my sore butt, but with my cuffed hands, I couldn’t ease the stinging that the instrument left there, and I had a feeling it was exactly what Mr Thorn wanted me to experience.
The punishments I received at the beginning of this relationship were more fun than disciplinary acts, but this one and the one before truly were something to learn from. I clearly noticed that he was taking my disobedience seriously, and I needed to be more careful. I loved it when he stroked my ass, and I also loved being at his mercy. I just didn’t know where the line was. What if it became unbearable for me? What if I needed to use a safe word? Would he be disappointed in me?
"Get on all fours and crawl to the bedroom, slave." His direct command made my pussy clench, and I dropped to my knees and moved to the room without hesitation. It was much harder than before when my hands were free. It took me some time to get to him. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and I turned my head to the right side, wanting to see him.
"Sit on your heels." I followed his order, realising my pussy juices moistened my thighs and that my heart was hammering in my chest. I lost myself in thoughts about everything so deeply that I momentarily forgot about my own arousal and the need to find my release. Almost everything that happened during this "lesson" was surprising to me in so many ways that my brain was overwhelmed by it, and I wanted nothing more than to stop thinking and enjoy the moment.
The difficult truth hit me hard. The pain was helping me to free my mind from everything that was happening around me. During the punishment, I wasn’t afraid of anything because I was only focused on the stinging of my ass. I trusted Mr Thorn with everything in me, so I could forget my everyday problems and only focus my attention on him and his commands. It was so relaxing. I smiled to myself when I became aware of that fact.
"Why are you smiling, darling?" Mr Thorn asked sweetly, and I raised my head to look into his handsome face. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he continued when my smile widened, and I nodded.
"Yes, sir," I answered quietly. For some reason, I was embarrassed about it, even when I knew he would never make fun of me for being submissive.
"Then I should treat you harder more often." He playfully winked at me, and I giggled, impatiently fidgeting on the spot. "Come closer and take your reward in your mouth," he stated with a grin, and I almost jumped on him.
I grabbed his big cock with both of my hands, tasting the tip of it. I started slowly, only licking and sucking gently, enjoying the taste of him. But after a few seconds of playing, I began making circular motions with my head. The chain on my cuffs was long enough to allow me to caress his balls and stroke his cock at the same time while I moved my head up and down his shaft.
"Your mouth feels so good, princess." I heard him moan, and I gave him a smile. I didn’t break eye contact with his clouded eyes. When I tightened my grip on him, the excitement in his blue orbs was evident. He put his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place while I circled my tongue around him, mentally preparing myself for penetration. And exactly as I assumed, he gently directed my head against his hard rod, pushing deep inside me. I felt its tip in the back of my throat, and only when I gagged did he release me, giving me time to catch my breath. Then he did it again.
"Shit! I just fell in love with that sound, princess," he groaned when I took him exceptionally deep. The noises I made, in my opinion, weren’t very appealing, but he was clearly delighted by them, and his obvious pleasure made me tremble with desire to bring him to the brim of ecstasy. I quickened my movement, watching as he rolled his eyes back, closing them, and leaving me to finish my job without his commands. It wasn’t long before the room was filled with his satisfied moans as he emptied himself into my mouth.
"Fuck, woman. You're incredible," he whispered after he caught his breath, and I gave him a wide grin and an innocent look. I was particularly proud of my performance, and his pleased expression only increased my happiness.
"Now, your turn." I squeaked in shock when he lifted me up and threw me on the bed. I bounced a few times before he grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge. In a second, he was on his knees, with his head buried between my legs, not giving me a chance to say anything.
I didn’t realise how desperately I needed his touch. Only when he licked my pussy from my entrance to my clit, did I cry out in pleasure, relishing in the movements of his tongue. It took him two minutes tops to make me scream my lungs out in an intense orgasm.
I was still breathing hard when he untied my wrists and then rolled me to the side and took out the plug as well. I was scared of an accident with a butt plug, which I’d read about on the internet, but nothing embarrassing had happened so far, and I could comfortably lie down, enjoying the warm feeling that settled in my body. He joined me after spending a few minutes in the bathroom, and I pressed my head against his chest, absolutely exhausted.
"Do you need something, princess?" he asked in a soft voice, kissing my forehead and brushing his long fingers through my hair.
