"Take it easy. Stop, Kayla," I instructed, but she just bucked more wildly. I knew if I didn't stop things quickly, in just a matter of seconds, it would be too late. I had to act swiftly.
With a bit more force than I meant to, I grabbed her by her blonde ponytail and yanked her back, ripping her off of me and slamming her down on the marble countertop.
"I said stop, you naughty girl. Don't you ever listen?" I barked angrily. She looked up at me with wide eyes, and a smile curled up the corners of her pink lips. Softening my voice, I glared menacing and grabbed her torn panties. "It looks like somebody needs another lesson on how to behave. Give me your hands."
She held out her arms to me, and I used the narrow strip of her silk thong to bind her wrists together tightly. Ripping off my belt, I commanded her sternly, "Bend over and grip your ankles, naughty girl."
Kayla instantly obeyed, bending over at the waist so her bare ass was displayed provocatively in the air. It made my dick ache with desire, and I wanted to plunge into and fuck her from behind, but I reminded myself how much better sex with her was when I drew things out.
I folded the leather belt in half and lifted the hemline of her dress up to expose her naked butt cheeks fully. Kayla looked back over her shoulder at me with her blue eyes sparkling with excitement and lust. She wanted this as much as I wanted to give it to her.
I brought the belt down against her ass, carefully measuring the amount of force I implemented so it stung but didn't leave a welt. I wanted to enhance her sexual pleasure with the use of pain, but not actually scar or injure her. Small amounts of pain carried along the same nerve passageways as that of sexual pleasure, and if done correctly, they could be used to trick the brain into registering the pain signals as erotic pleasure, creating an even more profound sexual experience.
This was the gift I wanted to give to Kayla, and in doing so, my own sexual experience would also be enhanced. It was sadism/masochism at its finest, and the best part of BDSM roleplay, as far as I was concerned.
It wasn't a game for the casual player or novice, however. Serious damage or injury could be done to the submissive if a dominant didn't know how to properly administer corporal punishment. I had studied under the best and knew what I was doing. Kayla's response made that clear as she writhed and screamed with her second climax as I spanked her
with the belt again.
When I could tell she'd had enough, I dropped the belt and grabbed her by her ponytail, yanking her up and hauling her to the nearest stall.
"Brace against the wall," I barked. She obeyed my command without hesitation, bracing her palms against the metal wall of the bathroom stall. They were still bound by the silk panties, but I'd left enough flexibility for her to be able to perform the simple movement.
"Good girl. Now spread your legs wide. Wider. As wide as you can go," I insisted, and she did as she'd been told. I slammed into her dripping wet pussy from behind, entering that well-spread, tight cunt from the rear. She straightened her arms and leveraged against the wall so she could push back into my dick as I fucked her with hard, powerful strokes, drawing me more deeply into her tunnel than I knew I could go. It felt incredible, and the sounds of her moans echoing off the marble floor and walls only heightened my arousal.
"I'll be good. Please keep fucking me," she begged. I gripped her hips with my left hand while my right hand grabbed her tits and began to pinch her nipples playfully. It drove her into her third orgasm, and the feel of her pulsating pussy was more than I could stand. My climax exploding powerfully from deep within me, locking my muscles into spasm as every cell in by body exploded with euphoric ecstasy. It was the most incredible orgasm I'd ever had, and I knew it was because Kayla and I now shared an intimacy unlike any relationship I'd had before.
Our hearts and minds were now one, with no barriers or secrets between us, and it made our sex-life even more outstanding than it had been before. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her torso as our bodies shook and trembled together in dual orgasms. I could feel the beat of her pulse and the rhythm of her breathing in perfect synchrony with my own. We were one.
Slowly, our breathing returned to normal and our heartbeats slowed. Kayla was smiling brightly as I unbound her wrists and we washed ourselves clean in the sink with paper towels.
"What am I going to wear back to the dinner table?" she blushed, staring at the tattered remains of her silk thong.
"I guess you'll have to go without," I grinned, and she giggled with delight.
"Won't walking around a restaurant with no panties make me a naughty girl?" she asked, and her eyes were sparkling with glee.
"It might," I said with a mock glare.
"I guess that means you will have to punish me again when we get home." When she flushed with happiness, I felt my own heart soar.
"Does this mean you're coming back home with me? I'd like it if we could live together. You don't need to waste your hard-earned money on an apartment. You could just stay with me and I'll take care of you."
"We can talk about it when we're alone someplace private," she said. It wasn't the yes I'd been hoping for, but it wasn't a no either. "Let's get out of here."
"You got it." I grinned and I led her by the hand back to our table where Vick and Gwyneth looked relieved to see us.
"Is everything okay?” Gwyneth asked with genuine concern.
"Yes," I said as I pulled out Kayla's chair for her. "Sorry I left so abruptly. I was feeling pretty tense, but we had a good talk in the bathroom and I feel much better now."
Kayla winced slightly as she sat down, and I wished I had some soothing ointment for her beaten behind. I saw Gwyneth notice her brief expression of discomfort, and I knew we'd been busted.
Vick, on the other hand, was completely oblivious. I had to stifle as laugh as he said naively, "You were in the bathroom? I noticed several patrons complaining to the manager that they couldn't get into the men's room. They said there was some kind of ruckus going on inside. You two must have been having quite the noisy argument."
Gwyneth smacked him on the shoulder knowingly and grinned. "They weren't arguing. Just the opposite. They were making up."
"Oh?" Vick looked confused, and then suddenly, his expression changed to one of understanding. "Oh! Were you two really fucking in the bathroom?"