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“And you’re right, Arch. You do need to be punished. You came without my permission. And then you told me about it like you were proud. Were you proud of it?”
“Yes.”
“That’s what I thought. So here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to punish you, but I’m going to take my time. You edged me for so long last night that I passed out, so I want to return the favor. And then, when the time comes, I’m going to make you come without laying a finger on you. How does that sound?”
Her voice was low and soft and her promises ran over me like electricity, making my cock ache, my excitement leaking from me. I couldn’t help it; my hand curled around my shaft, squeezing hard, trying to create some pressure.
“Off,” she demanded, and my hand fell back to my side, my body screaming desperately. Suddenly she stepped out of the shadows near one of the spare rooms, dressed in a cream lace slip dress. Spaghetti straps held the beautifully detailed material over her body, her nipples on show through the sheer fabric, which clung to her curves, making me wonder if I should have fucked her before I asked her to punish me. As she stared at me, she tied her hair up into a messy bun, offering me a half smile, reminding me without saying a word that I was safe with her.
“You can have a say in how I dish out your punishment—ass or balls?”
“W-what?” I stammered.
“Pick one, Arch.”
“Ass.” I shuddered because the idea of her fucking my ass turned me on probably more than it should, but I had no idea what she’d do to my balls and the thought made me shiver—and not in a good way.
“Go kneel on the sofa and give me your ass.”
I moved, doing as she asked, bracing my arms over the sofa, pushing my ass out for whatever punishment she had in mind.
“You took that plug so well last night, so we’ll start there…”
I felt the cool lube at the same time as she pressed the butt plug to my puckered hole and like it remembered how much it enjoyed the sensation it seemed to suck it in, taking it easily. I cried out as it edged against my prostate, sending a pulse of pleasure through my body.
“Tell me how it feels… in fact, I want to hear how everything feels tonight. I like to hear you vocalize your pleasure.”
“Nice. It feels nice,” I reply, desperately wanting to tell her that I craved more.
“Nice?” And with that, she pulled the plug from me slowly. “You don’t want nice. You’re being punished. You want more?”
“Please,” I groaned, pushing my ass out further.
I heard the noise of more lube being added to something I couldn’t see, and then there was that familiar pressure against my hole. This time, when it slipped in, it was clear this was bigger, thicker, harder to take. My breath hitched as I tried to relax while Nee pushed it deeper, making my hole burn.
“You like that?”
“Hhhhmmmm,” was all I could manage.
“I love you so much,” she whispered as she worked the thicker, longer butt plug into my ass, but I couldn’t reply because the feeling of fullness stole my voice. Obviously noticing my lack of voice, she leaned in. “Color still green?”
I nodded.
“Good boy. Now I want you to stand.”
I cursed loudly as I shuffled back off the sofa and forced myself up; the motion pushing the plug deeper into me. She hadn’t even touched me and I was sweating, my body begging for release.
“Move closer to the window, and turn so you’re facing your reflection and then on your knees for me, Arch.”
It was only five or six steps, but each one sent another shot of pleasure through my body, so by the time I got there, I was panting and ready for my punishment.
When I was on my knees, Ionee stepped behind me with an extra long length of rope in her hands. Lifting it up, she grazed it over my throat and down my chest, sending an involuntary shiver through me. I watched in the reflection of the window as she stretched out the rope, finding the middle, which she placed around the front of me.
“Hold this away from your neck so it doesn’t get too tight,” she instructed as she took the rope in my hands, groaning as I watched her wrap it under my arms. Once it was safe and secure, she had me drop my hands, twisting and knotting the rope, binding my chest, tying it along my spine, and then wrapping my forearms, so my hands were outstretched between my thighs, making it look like I was offering myself to her.
“Be glad I’m in a good mood and decided to punish you with the position you love the most. How does it feel?”
“Perfect.”
