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My cock had stiffened almost painfully along my thigh as I found her wetness, and her helpless, needy response to my making her smell her pussy’s fragrant juices on my fingers had made me want to bring her to orgasm immediately, just to see how she looked as she came under my demanding caress.
But if I’d given in to her wordless plea for that release, this defiance wouldn’t have come out—not this way, at any rate, with the exquisite conflict etched across Leah’s gorgeous face. Only with her unfulfilled arousal lurking in the back of her mind and her emotions, pressed down but still terribly present, would she be so ready for what I had decided must happen next.
“Listen to me,” I said, making my voice very severe—so harsh that I saw a shudder go through Leah’s limbs. “Not telling me about your underwear at the bar isn’t the problem, now.”
I had come to a stop a foot away from her, my hands slightly raised at my waist but not yet reaching out to take hold of her. I watched Leah’s eyes dart from my face to my hands and back upward. She closed her mouth, and her nostrils flared with each breath.
“The problem is your disobedience.”
I’d circled around the idea several times already, and I’d seen it gradually begin to sink in. I knew with a nearly absolute certainty that in Leah’s fantasies, conscious, half-conscious, or evenunconscious, a man holding her to a standard of strict obedience played a vital role. I could easily tell, though, that she had never imagined she might find herself in a situation where an actual man—let alone a wealthy one who wanted to take care of her—would demand that obedience.
“From this moment on,” I said, putting an edge of steel into the phrase, “you will obey me, for tonight at least. When the night is over, and I’ve begun to teach you to please me, we’ll discuss whether this arrangement will continue. I’ve already paid you a month’s allowance; I did that automatically when I stepped into your apartment—it’s a thing platinum members can do if they want.”
I watched Leah’s eyes open even wider at this news. I could nearly see the cartoon-style dollar signs light them up—that was neither here nor there—but to my joy I could also see the conflict intensify and deepen. She had just realized how long a game I had undertaken to play.
What she still didn’t realize, of course, was the sort of discipline that lay before her, with her rebellion unleashed. I thought of her sweetly smooth pussy, of how her hips had bucked when I had worked her through her new panties. My cock gave a leap between my thighs at the thought of teaching her her first lesson there, and of all the pussy lessons that would follow as our arrangement developed.
“So, Leah,” I said, softening my voice just a bit, “you can come back to the living room and take off your romper, or I can bring you back and take it off you. If it happens that way, your punishment for disobedience is going to beverysevere.”
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Leah
My lips opened, and I took three shallow breaths. During the two seconds or so those breaths occupied, I almost forced my body to comply. The even, calm way Christian saidvery severesent a thrill of fear that felt like it traveled from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair.
My mind’s response came from some final shred of logic: clearly, I had no choice but to get through this, and why would I want a more severe punishment when I could have a less severe one?
My body, though… my body understood Christian’s words on a different level, and on that level fear and resistance reinforced each other. My attempt to follow the reasonable course of action, to go back to the living room and to do what he had instructed, went nowhere. I tried to back up still further, and my hands flew from behind me to in front, guarding the place between my thighs where I somehow knew—beyond the shadow of a doubt—this man meant to punish me.
I could feel each shallow breath, and how the excess oxygen had started to make me lightheaded. I studied Chistian’s handsome face, his dark eyes, desperate for some sign that my wild interpretation ofvery severecouldn’t actually represent his intention. I watched his eyes travel down my body and take in the position of my hands.
To my horror, he nodded.
“Yes, Leah,” he said softly. “I do mean that. I’m going to discipline you on your pussy when you show this kind of willful disobedience.”
A sob wrenched itself out of my chest. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes. The terrible conflict inside me raged to a height that felt dizzying in itself.
I looked into his eyes, feeling my face turn into what could only look like a naughty girl’s pouting, almost comical plea for mercy despite her knowledge that she’d misbehaved.
He paid me a month’s allowance. At the platinum level.My imagination, utterly beyond my control now, ran heedlessly onward.He’s paid good money to enjoy me as he likes. I’m a fuck toy—hisfuck toy—now. Shouldn’t he spank his fuck toy on her pussy when she refuses to do as he says… to give him what he’s paid for?
A terrible shudder went through my whole frame at the thought—at the mental image of me, obediently walking back to the living room and, in front of the picture window, taking off my clothes to show him his new possession. Then another, even more violent one gripped me as I seemed to see alongside that picture another one: of the consequences of disobedience, of Christian…
He reached out and grabbed me. His right hand seized my left upper arm and he spun me around. He had moved so quickly, after moving so deliberately, that it took me completely by surprise. I didn’t start to struggle until Christian had already begun to march me back toward the couch.
I thought he would turn a little, to go around the sofa, would sit back down and take me over his knee again, so I tried to pull in the opposite direction. Christian only used that movement to propel me where I realized he actually wanted to go: not into the living room but only to the back of the couch.
He threw me over it—it felt like he had thrown me, anyway, though I also felt again the precision of his actions, how he only used as much force as he needed. My upper body landed on the cushions with my arms at my sides, and when I tried to rise, rebellion and fear having taken full hold of me, I felt his left hand immediately pressing down on the small of my back, effortlessly holding me in place, bent over the back of my couch.
His right hand, then, on my upraised bottom. I had more than half expected him to spank me, but instead he took advantage of my posture to slide that hand inside the seat of the romper, the same way he had done when he had me over his knee. Even before he took hold of my pussy I cried out in helpless need for the return of the skillful fingers to the place I craved them the most.
When Christian did begin to masturbate me in a firm, rapid rhythm, I whimpered and moved my hips in search of more friction, more pleasure. Within a second or two, I could hear wet, slippery sounds coming from the wayward place he seemed already to know much too well, and he had again already brought me so terribly close to orgasm that a wild part of me thought,Heshouldpunish my pussy… a wanton pussy like mineneedscorrection from a firm-handed man… a dominant man with a rigid cock.
To my distress, though, Christian slowed his right hand’s rhythm. Then he spoke.
“I’m going to take the romper off now,” he told me, his voice hard but—to my surprise—not angry. A thrill of something like gratitude and even joy rose from my chest to make a hot flush in my face at the thought that Christian the billionaire could do this to me—forme, said a voice in my head—without losing his temper. “I don’t want to rip it, but I will if I have to—if you can’t hold still… and as you can imagine, Leah, if I rip the romper I’ll have to punish you for that, too.”
“Oh, God,” I gasped as the hand on my back lifted, and I felt both his hands at my shoulders, starting to pull down the pretty green garment. How could something so obviously unfair and unjust somehow nevertheless… what? My mind sought desperately for a word: a verb that might express the dismaying way this man’s insane words and dominant actions affected me.
