“My, my, my,” he said. “Will you look at this? Someone is very turned on by the spanking I gave her. Too bad disobedient subs don’t get to come.”
She whined.
“None of that,” he chided. “You came last night. This was a naughty pussy, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm.” He acted as if he was in deep thought. “I think that means your pussy needs to be punished.”
“Oh no,” she said.
“Oh yes. Widen your stance.”
She moved her feet a few inches apart.
“Wider.” He kicked them, so she was fully exposed to him, and ran a finger along her wet entrance. “Mmm, look at this naughty pussy, just begging to be punished.”
He gave it a slap and she moaned in pleasure. Fuck, what it did to him to see her like this, so sexy in her submission, so eager for his touch. He stroked her again. “So wet at the thought of what I’m going to do. Makes me hard as hell. When I finish whipping this naughty pussy, I’m going to push you to your knees, fist my hands in your gorgeous blond hair, and thrust my cock into that hot mouth. Then you’re going to suck my dick until I come down your throat.”
When he ran his fingers between her legs again, she was even wetter, and he grinned as he slapped her there. At her moan, he picked up a mini flogger and brushed it lightly against her thighs.
“Oh, what, wait,” she started, but he didn’t stop. Instead he lifted his arm and brought the flogger down on her sensitive flesh. She yelped.
He didn’t hesitate, but flicked it down, over and over, until her body trembled with the effort to stay still. Finished, he put the flogger down, took her by the shoulders, and turned her around. Her eyes blazed with desire and the fierceness was almost enough to have him change his mind and let her release, but he forced himself to push down on her shoulders.
“Now you’re going to take me.” With quick fingers he undid his pants and shoved them down. Just as quickly, he grabbed her hair and pushed himself into her waiting mouth. He gasped at how deep she took him.
“Yes, fuck, Meagan.” He thrust again and closed his eyes as her warmth surrounded him. Damn, but he wasn’t going to last long. She felt too good. His hands tightened in her hair, which made her suck him harder. He groaned and held her head still while he pushed deep inside her one last time, coming so hard he saw stars.
It took him a few seconds to compose himself and when he finally opened his eyes, Meagan was kneeling demurely at his feet.
“Fix my pants,” he managed to get out.
She straightened him up, even kissing the tip of his cock before tucking it inside his boxer briefs. He reached down and pulled her up, noticing her slight wince at her backside.
“I’d like nothing more than to push you to your back, slip between your thighs, and return the favor, but since you came last night, you aren’t allowed to come today,” he said.
“I understand, Sir.”
He dropped a hand to her ass. “How’s your backside?”
“Sore enough that I won’t be tempted anytime soon to have an orgasm without permission.”
“I meant every word,” he told her. “I don’t like punishing submissives.”
She snorted. “Right. That explains the massive erection you shoved in my mouth.”
“Watch it.” He slapped a bare butt cheek. “That came from seeing how wet I made you.”
She wisely didn’t argue.
He took a robe from the foot of the bed and placed it around her shoulders. “Come sit down,” he said. He took her hand and led her to a nearby love seat. Once he sat down, he pulled her into his lap.
“Ouch,” she said, wincing at the pain from the movement.
He adjusted her so she sat more comfortably on his lap, but he didn’t apologize. And he knew she wouldn’t expect him to. “Would you like some water?”
“No, I’m good like this for now.” She snuggled deeper into his embrace.
Though he would have happily gotten her some water, he wasn’t too upset that she wanted to snuggle. He didn’t like what he’d just had to do, and he wanted nothing more than to simply sit and hold her.
She was soft and pliable in his arms. In fact, for some reason, she seemed more affectionate than normal. He ran a hand down her back, enjoying the heat radiating from her skin. He dropped his head so he could easily smell the shampoo in her hair. He couldn’t place the scent; it was a combination of something citrusy mixed with a hint of spice. He wasn’t sure he’d ever smelled it before, but now, if he did, it would always remind him of Meagan.
He held her until he felt her grow restless. “Ready for some water now?”
“Yes.”
He gently helped her to her feet and took her hand. “Come with me. I’ll get you something.”
After he had settled her in the kitchen chair, and she had finished half of her water, he asked another question. “Can you stay tonight? Or do you need to get back?”
She didn’t answer immediately; in fact, she seemed torn. Surprising, since she’d been so happy to be in his arms just moments before. For some reason, he desperately wanted her to stay, but he knew it was her choice and he wasn’t going to pressure her one way or the other.
“Yes,” she said, finally. “I’ll stay.”
“Do you want something to eat? I can throw something together real quick.”
“No. I didn’t get much sleep last night. I think I’ll take a shower and head off to bed.”
He nodded. “You can use my bathroom.”
“Thank you.”
She finished drinking her water, excused herself, and disappeared down the hall. Minutes later, he heard the sound of running water. He decided to use the guest bathroom to take his own shower. That way, maybe they would finish at the same time and they could talk before going to sleep.