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He tapped a fingertip against his lips. “The punishment can wait. Bend over the chair like I asked. I want to see every part of you.”
I clenched my fists and laid my body across the chair. My feet were on the ground, and my breasts pressed against the cushion. Feeling bold and brave — what did I have to lose — I stuck my ass in the air. Time moved slowly, and for ages, nothing happened.Chapter Seven - PearlI wiggled my butt impatiently. How long would I have to lay there before the view of my glistening pussy satisfied him?
After an eternity, James swept his hand along my lower back, and my entire body shook. My body already seemed to recognize his touch and welcomed it. After keeping his hand there for a few seconds, he brushed his fingers between my butt cheeks.
A loud moan fell from my lips, and he gently swatted my ass. “Don’t move and don’t react. Show me how strong your willpower is. How much self-control you have.”
Would it shock him to discover I had zero self-control? What kind of punishment would that earn me?
Slowly, he slid his fingers lower. “You’re soaking wet.” He slipped two fingers between my folds and, without warning, slammed them inside.
My inner muscles clamped down reflexively and held him tight. As difficult as it was, I didn’t move or make a sound. His thick fingers stimulated my G-spot, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I bit my lip hard. The intensity was more than I’d ever imagined, and it wouldn’t take much to send me tumbling into the abyss.
My channel clenched and released, urging him to go deeper, harder, and to show me no mercy.
“I forgot to tell you something,” he said softly, “under no circumstances are you permitted to come.”
“What? That’s not fair,” I replied, not caring how whiny I sounded.
He eased his fingers from my channel and smeared the evidence of my arousal around my puckered asshole. I would die. He didn’t slide his finger inside again. Instead, he tapped my opening gently. Once more, teasing and torturing me, sending me to the edge before hauling me back.
“I’ll tell you what isn’t fair, pet. What isn’t fair is watching you every day and not being able to have you. Watching how you suck on the end of your pen and wishing you were sucking on my dick. What isn’t fair is knowing that you fantasize about me but not knowing what those fantasies are.
“If you shared one with me, I might show you some mercy and allow you to come.” He moved his fingers down to my clit and flicked the engorged bud back and forth. I pressed back, silently pleading for him to give me the release I would kill for.
He chuckled. “Not going to happen yet. That’s if I allow it to happen at all. If you want something from me, then I want something in return.”
“I can’t,” I whispered. “I can’t tell you what I fantasize about.” And I couldn’t. Sometimes I couldn’t even admit my fantasies to myself. My mind often traveled down a dark and dirty path that at times shocked me.
“Don’t feel embarrassed. Tell me.” He pinched my clit harder, and I cried out. Before I’d even realized what had happened, his palm came down on my right butt cheek, and I cried out again.
“If you want me to smack your ass until you’re red raw, you’ll do what I asked. Don’t react. Don’t make a sound.” He smoothed his hand over the area he’d smacked, easing the sting. “Tell me one of your dirtiest fantasies, pet. You never know, one day it might come true.”
I took several deep breaths, started to talk, but then stopped. He circled the fingertip around and around my clit, leaving me teetering but still not allowing me to go over. “I—I… I sometimes imagine I’m bound and helpless. My arms are above my head, and I’m sort of reclining on a padded bench.”
I closed my eyes and pictured the scene. “I’m wearing a leather bustier, but my boobs are on show. I’m not wearing any panties. I’m wearing heels, and my ankles are strapped to the end of the bench. I’m blindfolded, and I don’t know what you have in store for me. After you’ve sucked my nipples into points, you place clamps on them. You finger me so hard I squirt when I come. And then... and then you—”
“Go on, pet.”
“You, uh, you turn me around and paddle my ass.”
He smoothed his hand hypnotically around each ass cheek, brushing his fingertips around the crease of each one.
“What else?”
“You fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. You cover my body in your come and I massage it over my body.” Reaching up, he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled hard enough to hurt. Arousal trickled from my pussy and down my inner thighs. What I was telling him was one of my favorite fantasies. I didn’t think I ever wanted it to come true, but maybe deep down I did. Perhaps that was why I was sharing it with him.
