Continued ...
[Three hours later]
The anticipation is fucking killing me. Nothing is worse than knowing I am about to be punished and there's nothing I can do about it. I learned that the hard way too. I take a steamy hot shower as I prepare myself how he likes. Clean, prepped, and ready. I check the time to see how much longer I have until his arrival before wiping the condensation off the mirror. I let my blonde hair flow down to my midback taking it out of my clip. I brush it out before putting it in a neat low braid. It's not my favorite but I agree that it's convenient. I stare at myself in the mirror a moment, preparing myself for what's about to happen. I unwrap the towel and let it fall to the ground. Taking one last look to make sure everything is to his liking and put the towel away. He doesn't like messes. I walk to the playroom door and take a deep breath before opening and walking in. The cool air hits my bare skin, and my nipples instantly harden and goosebumps form. I close the door behind me and walk in front of the bed and turning around to kneel facing the door. I go over position three in my head. Kneel. No crossed feet. Braid. Palms face up on thighs. Looking down. I remember that one most of all. The punishment I got for looking without permission flashes through my mind, but I quickly shake it off and calm myself for the right mindset.
Click. I hear the front door unlock and open, shortly closing after, signaling my Dom is finally home. A spark of fear shoots down my spine and I straighten. I can hear every footstep as he grows closer to the door. His shadow looming underneath the door indicating he was right there, and the handle slow begins to turn. Then he enters closing the door behind him. He takes off his navy suit jacket and hangs it on the coat hook. God, I love that color on him. He undoes his cufflinks and starts rolling up his sleeves. One after the other not saying a single word. He then undoes the top two buttons of his collared shirt, just enough to show skin, as he walked up to me. Looking at me. Taking in the sight of my naked body kneeling in front of him. He sighs and then walks to the armoire opening it up. Oh no. He grabs the crop, opens the top draw, and pulls out the leather restraints. He makes his way back over and tosses the restraints on the bed before standing directly in my path. Using the crop, he lifts my chin up.
"Look at me" he demands. I slowly make my way up to meet his eyes. "Why do you make me do this to you?" He drags the crop down my breast, circling my nipples. "Do you enjoy this?" He asks but I know better than to speak without permission. He walks behind me dragging the crop along my body as he does, before giving me a quick smack on the side of my thigh. Ziiiipp. "Turn around he demands," and I do as told. When I turn around I come to face with his hard cock staring at me. He sits on the bed and learns back. "Come" he orders and I crawl to him. Then suddenly he has a fistful of my hair, "Suck." My eyes glimmer with excitement and fear. I lick my lips and slowly bring them down. His tip parts my lips and then my tongue and lips slide down the length of him. I look into his eyes before coming up and letting my spit drip down on to him before he re-enters my mouths. I begin to pick up speed, flicking my tongue with the motion. He starts enjoying himself. I can tell. His grip in my hair tightens and he begins pushing my head further. He hits the back of my throat with every thrust almost making me gag a little. I hear a small gruntly moan as he begins fucking my mouth, faster than before and I am no longer in control of the speed. My eyes start watering as he goes deep down my throat, being more than I can take, but he doesn't let up. My pussy starts throbbing. I can feel the wetness starting to drip down my thigh. He's close. I can feel him thickening in my throat. Heating up right before the release. He suddenly starts smacking my ass with the crop, his way of telling me I better make it good. On the fourth smack I suction my lips around his shaft and press my tongue to his tip. He throws his head back and squeezes my hair hard and making sure I can't come up for air. He fills my mouth and coats my throat. Finally, he pulls my head back to see the mess I've made on his dick and then the watery mess my tears made before slapping my face. "You've done better."
To Be Continued ...
