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“Such a good girl,” he murmured, and I shivered with delight. He pulled his hand away and lifted it to my lips. His fingers were glistening with the evidence of my orgasm and I opened my mouth. He pressed them against my tongue, and I closed around them, cleaning him of every last droplet of my wetness. He watched me with almost a ravenous stare.
“Perhaps, if you continue to behave yourself, you may earn the privilege of coming on my cock later this evening,” he murmured tauntingly.
I licked my lips, enjoying the sweet taste of myself still on my tongue. My clit continued to throb and even though I’d just come for him, I couldn’t help craving the feeling of him between my thighs. He grinned and I was pretty sure he knew it too.
“Would you like to pick out a few more pieces of lingerie?” he asked.
I nodded, still too caught up in the afterglow of orgasm to speak. He didn’t push me. Instead, he took my hand and slowly led me throughout the store. He chose a few pieces, as did I. By the time we had thoroughly shopped the store, we had a small pile between the two of us for me to try on.
I tried on every last piece for him. Even in the ones that showed a lot of skin, the way he looked at me made me feel appreciated and more beautiful than ever. He picked his favorites in the end and so did I, and I found that much of our tastes coincided. His candor felt refreshing. He seemed relaxed and content with me and I found that I was too.
He left a thick pile of cash on the counter before he bagged the lingerie we’d chosen together.
“I’d like you to wear the red set for me underneath your dress, but I’d also like you to wear one other thing for me,” he said softly.
“What is that?” I asked, watching a bit nervously as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out another velvet bag like he’d done the night before. He opened it and produced another small plug, only this one had a marvelous ruby embedded in the stem.
My pussy pulsed hard. He gestured to the oversized ottoman in the middle of the store.
“Get on your knees on the ottoman, baby girl. Spread yourself open for me and show me how much you want to earn another reward,” he urged.
My breath left my throat. Still naked before him, I blushed thinking about how he wanted me to expose myself to him, how he wanted to see my naughtiest hole spread before him. I stood there before him for a long moment and he cleared his throat.
“Do you want your pretty little bottom spanked red to match your new panties, baby girl?” he threatened softly. Even though he was warning me that he expected obedience, I fou
nd that his threats made me burn hotter.
What would he do if I disobeyed? What if I wanted a spanking?
“Maybe,” I replied brazenly.
“Naughty girl,” he breathed, but the smile on his lips spoke to how very much he wanted to take me in hand too. He stalked slowly toward me and I took several steps backwards until the backs of my calves brushed against the ottoman. I had nowhere else to go and when I moved to sidestep the piece of furniture, he reached for me, swinging his arm around and grabbing the back of my neck. His grip was firm, but still gentle as he turned me around and pressed me down. I caught myself on the soft velvet.
“I want your knees on the ottoman,” he commanded. When I didn’t immediately obey, he spanked my bottom hard several times and I squeaked in surprise, both from pleasure and the quick unexpected sting.
I climbed up onto the ottoman. Using his other hand, he forced my thighs wider so that my pussy was on display for him. His fingers brushed against my sensitive folds, finding me utterly soaked for him.
“Look at this, sopping wet knowing that you’re about to get spanked and plugged for me. You like it when I have to punish you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I whispered, shivering hard as the residual ache from his palm throbbed, knowing that this wasn’t over. My pussy tightened too as I came to the realization that I had purposely instigated this. I wanted him to spank me and most of all, I wanted it to hurt.
He took the metal plug and dragged it along my pussy, pushing it into my entrance a number of times to ensure that it was thoroughly coated with my own wetness. Once he was sure that it was, he dragged the tip up the cleft of my ass and situated it on top of my bottom hole.
“I’m going to make this hurt, baby girl, because I want you to remember that I will always be willing to remind you that I am your king,” he murmured.
I stiffened and he was true to his word. He pushed the plug into me roughly and I cried out as a surge of pain raced up and down my spine until it settled deep in my core. I felt my thighs tremble as the ache gradually lessened, tentatively tightening myself around the metal toy and reliving the initial cruel sting of the innocent-looking plug.
His fingers returned to my pussy and I knew what he would find. I was even more soaking wet than before. He gently ran his fingers against my sensitive folds and as he toyed with me, I was left with the distinct impression that this wasn’t really a punishment for disobedience. This was a reminder that he could do with me what he wished and a lesson that I was thoroughly enjoying learning.
“Now spread yourself for me, baby girl. Show me that pretty little bottom hole,” he instructed, and I bit my lip as I reached back and took a hold of each cheek. I moaned with shame as I slowly spread myself open and presented my pussy and my bottom hole for him to see.
For a moment, he was silent, and I shivered with nervous anxiety, uncertain of what he might do next. I heard him rustling with something behind me and then I felt something warm and velvety press up against me. It was his cock and I keened as the realization washed over me.
When the head pushed gently against my entrance, I spread myself wider for him and edged backwards, but he quickly pinned me in place by grasping the back of my neck. My cheek pressed against the velvet softness of the ottoman and I stilled.
He rewarded me by thrusting into me very slowly. Already full and sore from the insertion of the plug, I cried out as his cock took ownership of my pussy. He was quite large and even though he was taking me gradually, it still hurt and still made my body throb with a confusing mixture of both pain and pleasure.
But I wanted it.
