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She makes me kneel by her bedside while she goes through the door to what I thought was her ensuite. Instead, it leads into another short hallway, the room beyond which I can only see a fraction of – but the fraction scares me.
She returns holding a bunch of jute rope. “Get on the bed.”
I do as I’m told, something that is not a given for me. But I’m beginning to realize I might regret it if I don’t behave. My stomach flutters, heat spreading through me.
With slow and deliberate movements, she ties my hands onto my back, not just connecting the wrists but pulling back my shoulders and elbows, winding the rope around and around, as well as weaving an elaborate harness around my chest. Her fingers are deft and quick as she works and there's something meditative about it, which only makes the anticipation in me rise.
When she's done, she inspects her work, running her fingers over my skin until I’m covered in gooseflesh. She grabs my chest possessively, squeezing my nipples. “Gorgeous,” she remarks quietly.
I blush, trying hard to slow down my rapid breathing. While I find her dedication to knots admirable, watching her tie me up has changed my state of mind from ordinarily turned on to just-fuck-me-already turned on.
My first disappointment comes when she says, “You know Ihatebeing lied to.”
I swallow, too dizzy to comprehend. “I lied to you?”
She chuckles. “You said you weren’t thinking about me.” Leaning in towards me until her lips brush my ear, she says, “When really you were being a dirty little slut and thinking of me in all the worst ways.”
If it was possible to burst from having all your blood rush to your face, this would certainly be the moment. “I’m not a slut, I–”
Her slap is sharp, brief, and dizzying. “Did I ask you a question?”
Despite the indignant burn in my chest – which is somehow only stoking the hot fire of pleasure in between my legs – I manage to say simply, “No. I’m sorry.”
“That’s better.”
She reaches between my legs and enters me with her fingers in one smooth movement. Startled, I moan, already rocking my hips forward for more but she only pulls away. She brings her glistening fingers to my face. “See? Slut,” she concludes.
“I–”
This time she interrupts me by bringing her slick fingers to my mouth, forcing them between my lips. I moan, running my tongue along them and sucking them clean.Fuck.
Grabbing me roughly by the harness she created, she spins me around so I’m facing away from her, then grabs my hair and pushes my face down into the sheets. With my knees still beneath me, I can only imagine the view this gives her.
Her hands brush the skin of my thighs and ass while she explains, “Let me give you something to consider the next time you think about lying to me.”
I’m about to ask what she wants me to consider when my question is answered in her flat hand coming down hard on my ass. I flinch, gasping with surprise – though looking back I should have seen this coming. She does not give me much time to recover before the second slap and then the third. For the shortest while, I contemplate whether I find this hot or awkward, but then I very quickly lose my ability to contemplate anything at all as her hand comes down harder and harder.
Flinching and shuddering, I try to keep my dignity at least somewhat intact, though I very quickly descend into whimpering. My skin burns hot and the more often she strikes, the longer the pain lasts.
“Ah!” I find myself involuntarily squirming to avoid the pain, which only leads to her grabbing me by the rope and holding me in place. “Fuck!” I protest. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I lied, please!”
She sighs and runs her fingers up my thigh and over my sex, parting me and finding my clit. I moan as her fingers draw slow circles. The way she holds me down makes it impossible to move to the rhythm of her touch but I try anyway, desperate to have her finally fuck me.
When she withdraws again, I let out a frustrated groan.
She chuckles and pulls me up by my hair just to turn me around again and lay me on my back. Her expression is insidious. “You’re going to have to learn some patience, kitten.”
I watch in awe as she steps back from the bed and drops her robe, the fabric pooling loosely at her feet.Goddamn.Not only was I right about the lace but I was right about how stunning she looks in it. My heart flutters in unison with the butterflies in my stomach and below.
Indulgent, I trail the soft curves of her hips and stomach to her chest, my eyes searching to find her nipples through the sheer lace. She smiles when she sees the look on my face. I inadvertently squirm in my bonds with the desire to touch her.
She joins me on the bed, kissing me briefly before sliding her briefs down her legs. I lick my lips, already anticipating where this is going. Slowly, she places each of her knees on either side of my head, hands resting on my hips, before lowering herself over my face. A shudder goes through her as my lips find their destination, my tongue parting her to taste her before settling on her clit.
I groan, licking greedily as she begins to move her hips, slicking my chin with her pleasure. Her voice is quiet and raw. “Good girl.”
Her words make me shudder and I work twice as hard in the hope that she might repeat them, trying hard to get a breath in as she rides me, less making me eat her out and more simply using my mouth to get herself off. Her nails trail over my stomach as her moans become louder, her fingers finding my nipples and tugging, twisting, until I cry out from pain, stopping the movements of my tongue.
