Getting into the position he wants, I turn my head, admiring him behind me. My heart is still pounding in my chest, and my pussy is starting to throb from the lack of release. As I lay in the middle of my bed, I wait for what he’s about to do. Is this where my punishment begins?
The excitement is thrilling.
The anticipation makes me crave him even more.
Licking my lips, he moves, so I can fully see him, standing at the foot of my bed. He doesn’t utter a word or even blink, as he undoes his tie. Panting heavily, I wonder what he’s going to do with that tie. I have a guess, and I almost slip out and ask for it. Clenching my jaw, I remind myself not to get ahead of him. The last thing I want is to piss him off, and then him leave me with this burning need.
Once he’s free of his tie, those green eyes flare with hunger. It’s different this time, but I’m not sure why. The look is raw, as if he needs to do whatever he’s about to. Sucking in a breath, I realize there is desperation in his gaze, too. It quickly disappears, as if I imagined it, but I know what I saw.
“Get up on your knees,” he demands, and I quickly do so, but this time, I gaze forward. Whatever is about to happen, he needs this, and maybe, even possibly more than I do. “Lean your chest down onto the bed, and then place your hands behind your back.”
Swallowing hard, I do so, and as soon as my hands are where he wants, I feel the bed dip, and the tie being wrapped around my wrists. Turning my head to the side, so I’m more comfortable, my pussy clenches with every tug of the tie. Once he’s happy with his placement, I lick my lips. I’m guessing he’s done this a time or two, since his tie isn’t too tight, but I can’t break free either.
Feeling his hand lightly sliding down the back of my thigh, taking my thong along the way, he asks, “Where are your toys?”
“Bedside table, top drawer,” I instantly reply. I should’ve known answering those very intimate questions on the form he gave me a few weeks ago to get into his club was going to come back to bite me in the ass. But I didn’t even hesitate to answer them, because I’ve never been ashamed to be open about my sexuality.
Now, I regret doing so. I should’ve known Sebastian would personally read what I filled out. Had I known I was being interviewed for his sub, I might have answered differently.
Watching, as he opens my drawer, my face flames, wondering what he thinks about my collection of sex toys. I’ve always enjoyed sex, even if I could never find the right partner.
Sebastian doesn’t show a hint of what’s going through his mind, as he finally decides on the toy he wants, and once he has it, he smirks, and then slowly turns towards me. “I’m going to have fun with you.”
Swallowing, my breath hitches, realizing which one he chose. It’s one of my favorites, mainly because it’s powerful and gets the job done quickly. Why did he have to pick that one? God, I’m going to come in seconds, if he uses it.
He takes the small, bullet shaped vibrator, and then quickly makes his way out of my sight. I begin to squirm, waiting impatiently for him to start, but I’m realizing Sebastian never rushes. He’s so controlled, and I believe he likes making me wait.
“Remember what I told you, Trixie. Do not come, until I allow it.”
Fuck, the tone of his voice is so demanding and filled with excitement. I don’t answer, but instead, I nod my head, knowing he’ll see it. However, I can’t control the racing of my heart, or the clenching of my stomach. My pussy throbs, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from begging him to do something.
Jumping at the sound of the small vibrator being turned on, I push out a breath, as my entire body tenses up. “Relax, milyy pitomets,” he says in a gentle voice. I try to do as I’m told, but I have a hint of what he’s about to do. I’m too close to the edge, fighting with myself on what I need, and what I’m commanded to do.
I clench my fists, trying to get a hold over my own body. It’s like I don’t have a shred of control over it, and Sebastian must sense it. A hand is suddenly on my thigh, slowly moving up towards my ass. The touch calms me somewhat, but in the end, it only makes me want more and more. It’s like I’ve become addicted to everything he’s been doing to me, and I crave it.
I don’t ever want him to stop, and he hasn’t even begun to show me what he can do.
After a few more moments of his gentle petting, I close my eyes and sigh. The instant that I do, I hear a loud smack on my ass. The pain doesn’t register at first, but when it does, I’m shocked at how much I like it.
He does it again to my other cheek, and once his hand connects with my ass, he rubs the sting away. I thought I was ready for him before, but now, I’m willing to do anything for him to let me come. My entire body feels alive, burning from the inside out, as he continues to spank me. Every single time his hand delivers, I moan, and then arch my back, silently begging for more.
“Sebastian, please,” I call out with a breathy moan.
His answer is another blow, as he states, “It makes my cock hard, hearing you beg.” Smack. “You’re testing my control, Trixie.” Smack. “Fuck, your ass is such a pretty shade of pink.” Smack, smack.
I can’t
