“Yes,” I moaned, loving the feel of my bindings. Nothing hurt, but being tied like that tapped into something deep inside of me. I felt so safe with him, so trusting, I could give myself to him entirely. I knew he’d play at disciplining me, at anger, but he’d always make it hurt so good. And that level of trust enabled me to completely let go as I lay there naked and tied, quivering for his touch.
“Now I have another call I need to make,” he informed me. I made a frustrated little grunt and he spanked me again. “You’ll wait for what I give you.” He drew a finger down along my stinging buttocks. “And there’s something you need to do for me while I’m occupied.”
He moved again to the drawer. “I have something for you. It’s new. I can’t wait to watch you experience it while I take this call.”
He brought his hands to my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. I tensed, nervous. “You need to relax, baby,” he soothed me, and I felt warm, wet pressure at my hole. Dipping his fingers down into my soaked pussy, he coated them in my slick arousal, then brought it up to my tight ring, pressing, stroking, massaging. We hadn’t done too much anal play and it felt wrong but so right at the same time. Forbidden and especially naughty, and I gasped at how it made me ache.
“Yes, like that,” he praised me, his large hand at my lower back, pressing me down to angle my ass up for him how he wanted. When he’d gotten my entrance nice and slick and relaxed, he took his fingers away. But then I felt a different kind of pressure.
“You’re going to take this up your ass for me.” I gasped at his words, and he brought his fingers down to my pussy to stroke my swollen clit. I relaxed under his attentions, sighing it felt so good. And then he slid something smooth and firm into my asshole.
“Colt!” I cried out, from shock more than pain. It didn’t feel huge, but it did feel strange.
“Good.” He pet me, stroking my ass cheeks, standing and surveying me. “That looks so good in you, baby.” He massaged my ass, my clit, and soon the pleasure started pulsing through me again, mingling with the strange sensation of being stretched where I was so tight.
But then he stepped away. I wiggled, disappointed. He could take me up and over the top with just a few more coaxing strokes, I knew he could. But I understood what he was doing. I’d tormented him on his phone call. Now he was tormenting me, making me writhe with need. It made me even wetter knowing he was watching every second, seeing me so worked up.
“I know you need it, baby,” he assured me. “I see how much you need to come. But I have one more phone call. I’m going to make it here in the bedroom watching you.”
I whimpered, knowing how difficult it would be to wait. “I know it’s going to be hard.” He stroked my hair and his touch felt so good, so soothing, even as I lay there naked and bound, ass plugged and up on display. “You want to come.” He brought a finger to my pussy, stroking it leisurely down my slick, dripping slit. I moaned, deep and throaty. “You need it. I know.”
But then his voice took on a harsher, more disciplinary tone. “But you may not come until I tell you.” His hand fisted in my hair, firm in his grip. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I panted, at his mercy.
“This is what you get for being so naughty in my office. You need to take your punishment. But if you’re good, I’ll reward you.”
I surrendered to the sensations, the restraints wound around my ankles, the pressure in my ass mingling with the throbbing of my clit. Colt stepped to the side. He’d composed himself, his shirt tucked in, his pants up buckled and zipped. Standing there cool and in command in his impeccable suit, he made a stark contrast to me quivering, bound and naked on the bed. As he took out his phone, he stood watching me and offered one last warning.
“Now remember, I’m on a work call. You need to keep quiet.”
Exactly as he started his call, I felt a deep vibrating, pulsing in my ass. The plug he’d pushed into me was massaging my tight hole. I gasped, wiggling, mouth open, shocked at the sensations and wanting to cry out. I met his eye and he gave me a warning look. I needed to keep quiet.
“Colt here,” he started his call, turning off the vibrations with what I realized was a remote control in his pocket. He had me trussed up and completely naked, his plaything to do with whatever he pleased. I breathed deep, knowing he was going to enjoy this quite a bit. The challenge for me would be not enjoying it too much. I could already feel the orgasm pushing me, right at the brink, the scene so erotically charged I knew the next time he set the plug to vibrate I could come so easily. I was going to need to work hard to resist, to show him how good I could be for him.
It started again, the pulsing, buzzing pressure deep in my ass and I closed my eyes, letting him play with me. I arched up my back as he walked around to watch. I wanted him to see how it made me drip, how much I needed to come. And how I held back as he’d told me, following orders.
I couldn’t have said how long it went on, the torturous vibrations, the even more torturous moments of calm and quiet as I waited for more. He flicked the vibrating plug on and off, no warning, heedless of my responses, even as I writhed and panted, struggling with the intensity. And he watched me the whole time, standing and taking his business call, surveying me from all angles. Somehow, his commanding watch made it all even hotter.
The vibrations grew in intensity, pulsing, pushing, drawing deep desire and pleasure out of my core. I had to close my eyes, had to fight to keep my breathing steady. I didn’t think I could take much more of it, the need to come was too strong. I didn’t think I could fight it any more. It would feel so good to let go, finally give in, let it all wash over me.
But I held back. And he ended his call and turned off the vibrations. He approached me, running his large palm down the center of my back.
“So good, Caroline.” As he reached my ass, he stroked my cheeks and circled the plug. I finally let myself moan, deep and loud.
“Now you get what you need, baby.” This time, when he set the plug to vibrate again, he drew two fingers up inside my pussy, thrusting as he strummed my clit. “Now you can come.”
And come I did, full and hard, shuddering and screaming as I let go. I was so needy for release. Before the last waves crashed over me, he stood and I heard him unzip his fly. That sound alone made me groan again with hunger.
He plunged his cock straight into me, and I was so wet he sank in deep, all the way, all at once. The sensation of being filled like that, plug in my ass, cock in my pussy overwhelmed me and I cried out.
“So tight,” he grit out, beginning to thrust into me, hammering in. “So wet.”
Moaning, I dropped my face to the bed, surrendering to how he fucked me so good. Bound as I was, it was really for the best, letting him have his way with me. His large hands grabbed onto my hips, forcing me up against him as he pushed into me, again and again, demanding, relentless.
“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it, you bad girl,” he asked, harsh, giving my ass a slap. “You needed me to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I moaned, “yes.”
“You got bratty, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I confessed, loving my pounding, feeling my arousal heighten again.
“You took your punishment so well, I’m going to let you come again. Are you ready?”
The incoherent grunts I was making gave him his answer. He gripped me hard and full, plunging his cock all the way inside me as he came with a deep groan of release. I climaxed around his cock, crying out, our pants and sweat mingling as we shuddered again and again, the pleasure riding itself out.
And that was what you called a regular Thursday night with Colt.
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That weekend, we walked along the Seine in the summer sunshine. We lounged at an outdoors café, people-watching and nibbling on treats. We made love as the sun set, the elaborate south tower of Notre-Dame lit and rosy in the distance out the window of our apartment.
Post-shower, Colt and I sat on the couch, glowing and warm. I
’d put on panties, but he’d stopped me there so he could cup and caress me as I relaxed on his lap.
“Do you want a big wedding?” he asked. “Or do you want to elope?”
“Excuse me?” I looked up at him, smiling. I knew how I felt about him, and he sure told me and showed me he loved me all the time. But was he talking about getting married?
“I’ll do whatever you want,” he continued, leaning in to kiss my throat as he massaged my breast. “I’ll rent out the Central Park boathouse, the Four Seasons, whatever you desire. Or we could do it in the Hamptons. Or Fiji.” He gave me a mischievous wink. “But lately I’ve been thinking how appealing it would be to elope.”
“Have you?” Elated as I felt, I did wonder about him skipping a step. “I have to ask, are you forgetting something?”
“Am I?” he asked, and there was that glint of mischief again. “Do you think I misplaced something? Left my cell phone under the couch cushions, maybe?”