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Chapter Six - AmandaMy skin still tingled. The sting wasn’t as nasty as I would have expected. Warren had actually been pretty gentle, only spanking me really hard a couple of times. I couldn’t be sure if he was toying with me or really trying not to do damage. Either way, it was supremely fun. Mainly when he would stretch out my asshole and the one and sadly only time he reached down and touched my virgin pussy.
I was so full of desire I couldn’t think straight. His big fingers had been light and gentle on my delicate pussy lips. I could have cum right then and there if he had kept it up. At least I thought so. I’d never actually had an orgasm before, too nervous to even try and touch myself. Relationship-wise I’d never even been kissed let alone touched like that. I knew I should have been scared, but I wasn’t.
I stole a look back at Warren as he touched my pussy, opening up a whole new world of possibilities. He was so handsome it made my physically shiver, naughty, and impure thoughts rushing through my head. All I wanted was to feel his lips on mine and then other places. Such a thing still made me blush at that point, let alone say the names out loud. I honestly didn’t care that we were surrounded by other men. I just wanted him to touch me anyway he saw fit.
“Had enough, naughty girl?” he asked, landing another hard strike on my bare ass.
Drawing up courage I never really knew I had, I turned and looked at him, my ass still literally in his hands.
“No, sir. I need more punishment.”
There was a fire in his eyes that made me feel dizzy. There was so much rage and desire, and I couldn’t wait to see what he had in mind for me. I just wanted to feel his hands on my body more.
A cheer went up as I spoke. The other men were thrilled to see me punished some more. I wasn’t thinking about them, though. All I was focused on was Warren.
Leaving me where I was, my tormentor walked over to one of the fine side tables, carved out of the best rosewood, and slid open a drawer. There was even more cheering as he took something out, and I tensed with anticipation as I heard his footfalls as he came back to me.
I could only imagine what was going to happen next but very much looked forward to it.
Warren put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me up into a kneeling position. I felt my arms being pulled behind my back and crossed at the wrists. Instinctively I knew he was going to tie me up. Silk rope slithered around my wrists a couple of times before being knotted. That done, Warren ran his hands down my sides to my panties around my knees and pulled them back up under my skirt before crossing my ankles in the same way to my wrists and tying them too.
After a couple of test wiggles just to make sure, I was satisfied that I couldn’t move. Another thrill went through me as it dawned on me that I was entirely in Warren’s hands. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and I couldn’t even try to fight or run. Not that I would anyway, but it was arousing to know that wasn’t even an option.
A new kind of thrill ran through me. I was utterly helpless and totally his, to do with as he liked. My mind spun with all the beautiful options. I could feel my pussy getting even wetter. I wanted him so much it literally hurt.
I trembled softly as I waited for what he would do next. My heart fell a little as he picked me up into his arms, my chest pressed against his, my bound arms and legs out in front of him. As he carried me, I could feel his heartbeat as he walked. I didn’t know what it was like usually, but it felt pretty fast to me. Letting me know he was probably as excited as I was.
To my disappointment, he carried me upstairs back to the room he had put me in and lay me out on my side on the bed.
“You are going to have to wait until after the meeting you nearly ruined,” he said, closing the window with a bang and a click.
It sounded like he was going to leave, his heavy footfalls on the hardwood floor. I let out a sigh without thinking about it or noticing that he had come up beside the bed. The first indication of his arrival was the touch of his hand on my ankle. My gasp turned to a hum as he caressed his hand up my leg. I thought, or more actually hoped, he would go up my skirt and play with my pussy again. Instead, his exploring hand went up over my hip and then up my shirt.
