She shivers and her lips quirk as she tries to suppress the smile that wants to come through. “I would do no such thing, sir. I’m a good girl. I didn’t leave those dishes in the sink, I swear.”
I move to stand behind her. I bring the paddle back, and just before the paddle makes contact with the round flesh of her ass, I stop. Causing her to tense in anticipation. I smile. Her body will soon be quaking with the tension and wanting release.
She frowns when she realizes I didn’t give her what she wants.
“Then who left the bowl and glass in the sink? It wasn’t me. Mary no longer lives here. Are you suggesting that a mythical creature did it? Come now, Carissa. What kind of man do you take me for?” I put inflection on her name, earning me the shiver I so enjoy seeing from her.
She licks her full lips. “It must’ve been a ghost.”
I press the cool paddle to her skin, and she gasps. I lightly pat it against her ass.
She frowns.
“Are you sure you want to go with that answer? I guess I have to go find this ghost then and tie them up.” I walk toward the door of the room that’s become our playroom. Carissa turned out to be above and beyond what I’d hoped for her to be.
I open the door and her head turns toward the sound. “Wait, sir. It was me.”
I stop and close the door again. “So you fess up?”
She leans forward and sticks out her plump ass. The chain holds all of her weight. “I do. I’ve been a bad girl. I need to be punished.”
I smirk and come back over to her. Lately, I’ve been practicing delayed satisfaction with her. She acts like she’s not into it, but when her juices are dripping down her thigh later in the day when I do give it to her, it tells another story. I release the chain holding her bonds up and then remove her cuffs.
She frowns and takes the blindfold off. “Why did you stop?”
I raise a brow at her.
“Sir.”
I place the cuff and paddle on the bench. “Because I think you want it too much. Bad girls don’t get rewards. You’ll have to wait. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll give you what you’re craving later.”
She shivers and pretends to pout. “But I have work in an hour.”
I keep in the chuckle that wants to come out. “Then I guess you’ll have to wait until after work. Maybe it will give you enough time to think about whether or not you want to be a good girl or a bad one.”
Carissa opens her mouth to retort when her phone rings from the other room. It’s Mary’s ringtone.
I watch her naked ass bounce as she opens the door and hurries out into the living room. Normally I would make her leave it, but she’s been waiting for her call all morning.
I’m so proud of her. The Bellagio dropped all charges against her and removed her ban. They gave her Nick’s job as pit manager once they found out he did no due diligence in making sure the right person was arrested for fraud. She has new plans to work her way up through the company, she’s currently going to college as well to earn her BS in Business Management and Finance. One day it will become a Masters and her ultimate goal is to be the owner of the Bellagio one day.
I’ve been with her through all of it, along with slowly buying shares in the company. In a way, it’s my dream, too, for her to own the casino. Paul would be over the moon to know what his daughter aspires to now.
“Oh my god! Congratulations! I’m so proud of you. We have to go out to dinner tomorrow to celebrate!”
I walk over to her and wrap my arm around her naked waist, pulling her flush with my body that’s still in my suit. It turns her on more when I’m clothed at the start of our sessions. It makes her feel more naughty.
I run my hand down her stomach to her small patch of curls and slip them between her thighs. She’s slick with need. I lightly tease her clit.
Her eyes flutter. “That’s fantastic, Mary. I knew you could do it.” She fights hard to keep control of her voice. I want her so horny when she leaves here, that I’ll stay on her mind all night while she’s at work.
I rub harder at her clit.
“Yes...” She clears her throat when it hitches. “Sorry, yes. We’ll meet tomorrow for dinner. You should bring your mystery roommate.”
I rub my erection into her back. I have to be a bit of a masochist because I torture myself as well. I don’t get off until she gets off, but the teasing is fun for us both.
“I think STK is a perfect place to celebrate. Oh, okay. I’ll let you go.” She pulls the phone away from her ear and hangs up as I drop my hands from her clit.
