waist, the roundness of my breasts and the lushness of my thighs. My ass and back bore the marks from the whipping Black had given me and I stopped to inspect them. Licking my forefinger, I traced the welts. My nipples hardened and I swiped them with my wet finger. The cool air from the ceiling fan licked at the moist spots.
My pussy contracted. I ran my hand down my torso and brushed a finger across my clit. A pulse of arousal coursed through me. I thought about touching myself, but then again, that privilege belonged to Black now. True, he wouldn’t know, but I would and I would admit to it. He deserved honesty.
I walked into the bathroom, the cool vastness of it only hardening my nipples more, but I tried to ignore the arousal. Black would be home soon. Turning the spigot to warm, I let the water run over my fingers and sank into the massive bathtub. An array of bath products sat on a tray, all with labels in French. By the end of my scrubdown, I smelled fantastic.
Once I’d drained the tub, I put on a fluffy robe from a rack that held three. Just what this number of robes meant, I wasn’t sure. Maybe he had a lot of overnight guests. Maybe one had been Mika’s. I shuddered at that thought and stopped speculating. I always overthought relationships. This one was simple. Just like Black had said—do what he told me to do, no more, no less.
Toweling off, I looked around the bathroom. It seemed so normal and spartan, just like the rest of the house. I’d kind of expected a sex swing and a rack of toys hanging here, maybe a selection of dildos, but it seemed Black kept his play life separate from real life. This endeared him to me even more.
I scurried into the bedroom and opened the walk-in closet. Flipping through the rows of fine thread count cotton shirts, slacks, suits and Italian shoes, I selected a crisp white dress shirt. Hopefully he wouldn’t whip me for borrowing something to wear. Then again, I liked when he whipped me so… I slid into the shirt, fastening only the two middle buttons. Checking the time, I discovered it was 4:50. Ten minutes and then he’d be home.
The door slammed. He was early.
I hurried to meet Black. Without any greeting, he stowed his briefcase and stripped off his coat.
“Fix me a drink.” He hung his jacket in the closet. “Vodka and tonic, please.”
It was the first time I’d ever heard him use the word “please”. I wasn’t sure how to reply.
“Yes sir,” I said.
He caught me by the wrist. “You’re not supposed to call me sir now. I’m asking you a favor because I’m tired. It’s not an order.”
“Right. Sorry.”
He nodded and folded me into his arms. “You smell good.”
Hand running between my legs, he swiped a finger between my pussy lips then drew it under his nostrils. His posture stiffened and he clucked his tongue. “But your cunt should smell like me. I didn’t give you permission to wash up.”
My throat constricted. “I wanted to be clean for you. I didn’t think—”
“No, you didn’t.”
His breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. Goose bumps dotted my arms.
“I’ll have to fill you with my cum again,” he murmured, his lips against my ear.
Turning to face him, I paused. I knew I shouldn’t kiss him though every fiber in my being longed to. My lips quivered, waiting.
Waiting.
And then he was on me.
He pushed me to the floor. “Get on all fours.”
I did as he instructed, my pussy bare, pulsing with anticipation. Black pushed two fingers inside me.
“Get wet for me, little Red.”
As he pumped his fingers in and out of me, my body responded instantly. My juices flowed, just as he’d commanded. I gasped, writhing against the hard wood flooring.
Then he entered me, his cock so hard I felt as though he’d cleaved me in two.
“Oh shit.” The words escaped me before I could stop them.
A slap crashed against my buttocks. “Bad girl.”
“I’m sorry.”
He grabbed me by the hair. “You will be
My pussy contracted. I ran my hand down my torso and brushed a finger across my clit. A pulse of arousal coursed through me. I thought about touching myself, but then again, that privilege belonged to Black now. True, he wouldn’t know, but I would and I would admit to it. He deserved honesty.
I walked into the bathroom, the cool vastness of it only hardening my nipples more, but I tried to ignore the arousal. Black would be home soon. Turning the spigot to warm, I let the water run over my fingers and sank into the massive bathtub. An array of bath products sat on a tray, all with labels in French. By the end of my scrubdown, I smelled fantastic.
Once I’d drained the tub, I put on a fluffy robe from a rack that held three. Just what this number of robes meant, I wasn’t sure. Maybe he had a lot of overnight guests. Maybe one had been Mika’s. I shuddered at that thought and stopped speculating. I always overthought relationships. This one was simple. Just like Black had said—do what he told me to do, no more, no less.
Toweling off, I looked around the bathroom. It seemed so normal and spartan, just like the rest of the house. I’d kind of expected a sex swing and a rack of toys hanging here, maybe a selection of dildos, but it seemed Black kept his play life separate from real life. This endeared him to me even more.
I scurried into the bedroom and opened the walk-in closet. Flipping through the rows of fine thread count cotton shirts, slacks, suits and Italian shoes, I selected a crisp white dress shirt. Hopefully he wouldn’t whip me for borrowing something to wear. Then again, I liked when he whipped me so… I slid into the shirt, fastening only the two middle buttons. Checking the time, I discovered it was 4:50. Ten minutes and then he’d be home.
The door slammed. He was early.
I hurried to meet Black. Without any greeting, he stowed his briefcase and stripped off his coat.
“Fix me a drink.” He hung his jacket in the closet. “Vodka and tonic, please.”
It was the first time I’d ever heard him use the word “please”. I wasn’t sure how to reply.
“Yes sir,” I said.
He caught me by the wrist. “You’re not supposed to call me sir now. I’m asking you a favor because I’m tired. It’s not an order.”
“Right. Sorry.”
He nodded and folded me into his arms. “You smell good.”
Hand running between my legs, he swiped a finger between my pussy lips then drew it under his nostrils. His posture stiffened and he clucked his tongue. “But your cunt should smell like me. I didn’t give you permission to wash up.”
My throat constricted. “I wanted to be clean for you. I didn’t think—”
“No, you didn’t.”
His breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. Goose bumps dotted my arms.
“I’ll have to fill you with my cum again,” he murmured, his lips against my ear.
Turning to face him, I paused. I knew I shouldn’t kiss him though every fiber in my being longed to. My lips quivered, waiting.
Waiting.
And then he was on me.
He pushed me to the floor. “Get on all fours.”
I did as he instructed, my pussy bare, pulsing with anticipation. Black pushed two fingers inside me.
“Get wet for me, little Red.”
As he pumped his fingers in and out of me, my body responded instantly. My juices flowed, just as he’d commanded. I gasped, writhing against the hard wood flooring.
Then he entered me, his cock so hard I felt as though he’d cleaved me in two.
“Oh shit.” The words escaped me before I could stop them.
A slap crashed against my buttocks. “Bad girl.”
“I’m sorry.”
He grabbed me by the hair. “You will be
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