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His hand caresses my bare ass and slips a finger into the top of the waistband. “I like the way you look in this. We’ll leave it on for now.”
And then his hand crashes into my ass. The sound is loud and I’m expecting a lot of pain. But it doesn’t come. It’s just a warm little sting that sends tendrils of pleasure through me.
“Ooh. That was kind of nice,” I murmur.
His hand lands again on the opposite cheek with the same strength.
And then it lands again a little harder this time. Soon I’m moaning with each spank, and I’m practically panting by the time he’s laid a dozen swats down. None overly hard but each a bit more painful than the last. But each also turning me on a little more than the last.
“God. I’ve never known this to be so hot.”
He yanks my panties down and plunges a finger inside me.
“And you’re soaked too. I think you like a nice spanking now and again, Zara. But hear me now, if you disobey me tonight it will get worse, and you won’t like it so much.”
I nod. “Yes, Mr. Bowden. I’ll be a good girl, I swear.” Finally, I’m slipping into this role play more comfortably. I’ve never had an issue playing roles before, but I’m nervous with Luke and it annoys me.
“Lie on the bed. You can take off the panties and the shoes.”
I do as he asks and soon, I’m laying naked in the middle of the enormous bed.
“I want to watch you, Zara. Show me how you touch yourself. Show me what makes you come.”
I prop myself up on some pillows and let my legs fall open for him. I dip my fingers into my pussy to wet them before dragging one digit up to find my clit. My eyes drift closed as I make small circles and let out a sensual moan. It’s not unlike the shows I’ve done online or on video, so it’s easy to put on a show for him.
“Stop,” he snaps.
My eyes fly open, and my hand stops moving.
He stalks toward the bed and crawls onto it, where he grips my chin. “I’m not just some guy who’s paid you money to watch you get off. Don’t you dare fake it and put on a show for me.”
I gasp. That’s not what I’d intended to do, but he’s right, that’s exactly what I was doing. How could he tell, though? And he says I’m perceptive.
“Sorry,” I whisper, my face going as red as my dress.
His eyes are on fire with rage, and I wonder what has him so furious.
“You never fake it with me Zara. Ever. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” I breathe as he drops my chin.
“Yes, what?” His gaze is still fierce, and I squirm beneath it.
“Yes, Mr. Bowden.” His scolding embarrasses me, but somehow that embarrassment has fueled my arousal, and I’m dying to come.
He climbs off the bed and moves to the foot of it to watch again. “I want to see what actually turns you on, Flower. Not what you think people like to see.”
So, I once again dip my fingers between my folds and find the spot that gets me close. But I’m quiet. No moans or loud gasps. I’ve found it’s easier to get into the rhythm of masturbating if I’m silent and let my imagination do all the work. Tonight, I’m imagining what it will be like when Luke finally sinks into me. When he finally puts his mouth on me. I want to have beard burn on my inner thighs again and I want the sensation of his tongue exploring all of me.
Soon my breathing is erratic, and I can tell I’m close. Now I do moan, but it’s not loud. Only a little whimper as the pressure of the orgasm builds. Does he want me to ask? Some Doms like that. But we haven’t really talked about it. To be honest, we haven’t really talked about anything have we?
Sure, he’s read my profile, but we haven’t actually had a conversation about what he expects other than obedience. “That’s a good girl,’ he murmurs.” The mattress shifts and I can tell he’s climbing onto the bed, but I don’t open my eyes or anticipate his touch. I simply focus on the pleasure I’m giving myself. I circle my clit a few more times, and the orgasm rips through me before I even realize it’s coming, and I cry out and tremble through it.
“Your face is incredible when you come. I wish I could keep you like this all the time.”
He pulls my hand away and buries his face between my thighs. Instinctively I tangle my fingers in his hair and I whimper as he licks at my already sensitive clit.
“God that feels good, Luke.”
