13. Wesley
13
WESLEY
I ’d considered it a minor miracle that she hadn’t told me to fuck off when I came up to her in the club. The fact that she’s here walking around my little dungeon is something I wouldn’t have anticipated in my wildest dreams.
I should’ve bought a lottery ticket on the way home because this might just be the luckiest day of my life.
I let her take her time looking around at everything, partly because I know this room can be overwhelming but mostly because I like watching the way she moves.
“This is quite a collection you have here,” she says, turning to me. “I’m not even sure I know what all of these things are. I hope this isn’t a rude question, but how did you go about collecting all this?”
“I’m a big supporter of small businesses, so I’ve gotten just about everything here from shops that specialize in toys and furniture like this.”
“All at once?”
“I’m well off, but I’m nowhere near that kind of wealthy.” I laugh. “I bought the furniture one or two pieces at a time over the past few years. The smaller items are more like three to five pieces at a time. Sometimes, more than that, depending on the cost. I can’t really say my collection’s finished, though. I’m always on the lookout for new things that pique my interest.”
Her eyes rove over the room in awe. “And have you used everything in here?”
“The furniture, yes. The toys, no. Honestly, I’m surprised you’re not running out of the room in terror.”
Avery rolls her eyes. “I’m not as experienced as you are, but I’m not a prude.”
“Let me guess, romance novels?”
“Audio porn, actually, but I do read those too.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re telling me you have an entire sex dungeon in your house and you don’t know what audio porn is?” She scoffs.
“I swear it’s like you want me to add on to your spanking.”
“Maybe I do.”
The look she gives me makes my cock twitch. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.
“Just tell me what it is.”
“Someone’s grumpy.”
“Someone’s impatient to fuck you. Tell me.”
“Fine.” She laughs. “I never could get into porn, which sucks if you’re as painfully single as I am. I just kept getting distracted by the crappy plotlines and obviously fake orgasms. Then a friend of mine turned me on—if you’ll pardon the pun—to audio. It’s essentially a sexy story with very talented voice actors.”
“Maybe sometime I can convince you to let me listen to one of them with you. I’m always down to try something new.”
“Obviously,” Avery says, gesturing vaguely at the room.
“I’ve hit my limit with your sass,” I growl. “If you’re not bent over the spanking bench by the time I count to ten, I’m adding five more to your count.”
Her eyes knit together in concern.
Oh, shit. Did I go too far?
“Too much?”
“No, it’s just…” She bites her lip, looking embarrassed. “I liked it, but I don’t know which one you’re talking about.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. The last thing I want to do is mess things up and give her a bad experience.
“I’ll point it out to you, but I need to tell you something I should have told you much earlier. You’re in control here. I promise I’ll do my best not to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, either in this room or out of it.
“I want whatever you’re willing to give me. If it’s just a one-night thing, that’s fine, but I’m also okay with seeing where this goes. So if I ever make you feel uncomfortable for any reason, I need you to tell me.”
“I can do that.” Avery nods. “I’m assuming you’re going to ask me to pick a safe word now?”
I expected I’d have to explain that to her.
Apparently not.
“How did you know I was going to ask that?”
“Romance novels, audio porn, need I go on?” she asks.
I shake my head.
“I’m going to go with ‘teapot’, by the way.”
“Teapot?”
“First thing I could think of on the spot.”
“You ready?”
“I still don’t know where I’m supposed to go.”
“There,” I say, pointing across the room. “Your knees go on the lower platform and the higher platform is for you to rest your torso on.”
“Are you sure it’ll hold me?” Avery asks, concerned.
“I promise it’s sturdy. That thing can hold my weight, so it can definitely hold yours.”
“Tried it out yourself, did you?”
“Don’t get any fancy ideas, Princess. I was just testing to see if it was sturdy.”
“Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night, Wesley.” She smirks.
“Ten seconds.”
“What?”
“You know where the bench is. No excuses left for you to make now. Eight seconds.”
“How was I supposed to remember you said that? And I wasn’t making excuses. I just didn’t know where?—”
“Six seconds left,” I say sternly. “I promise you won’t like it if I have to add to your punishment. I suggest you get your ass to that bench.”
“You’re not serious.”
“Five.”
She squeaks and races over to the bench, heels clacking like castanets across the tiled floor.
Avery manages to jump on the bench and arrange herself before I get to zero.
“What’s that word you’re supposed to use if it gets to be too much?” I ask.
“Teapot.”
“Good girl.”
I make my way to her slowly, savoring the sight of her bent over the bench just waiting for me to come and play with her.
“I didn’t think you could possibly look better than you did in the club tonight, but here you are, proving me wrong.”
I trace my finger down the length of her spine, making her shudder.
“Speaking of the club, how many were there?”
“How many what?” she asks breathlessly.
“I think you meant to say ‘how many what, Sir?’ Normally, I’d punish you for that, but the sight of your perfect ass is putting me in a generous mood so I’ll let it slide just this once.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Slow down, Wesley. Taking her right now might give you some relief, but it won’t be nearly as fun.
I take a breath to regain control over myself.
“How many other men did you let dance with you, Princess? And don’t even think about lying because I kept count.”
“Just the men? That’s a bit sexist, isn’t it? What if I were into women too?”
“Are you?”
“No.”
She yelps when I slap her ass.
“No, what?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now stop stalling and tell me how many there were.”
“Ten.”
“Ten men putting their hands on you.” I tsk. “You’re going to have to pay for that.”
She squirms on the bench, “Please, Sir, I’m ready to take my punishment. I can’t handle your being so close and not touching me.”
“I don’t think I could deny you anything when you ask so prettily.”
I want to give her a chance to use her safe word if she needs it, so I slowly slide her dress up over her hips.
When I see the barely there scrap of lace she has covering herself, I’m tempted to drop to my knees and thrust my tongue into her pussy.
Instead, I trace my fingers just under the edge of her panties. Her grip tightens on the edge of the platform as she tries to keep still.
“You really were hoping someone would take you home tonight, weren’t you?
“No, Sir. It’s just that this is the only thing I had that wouldn’t show under the dress. I don’t think I would have actually gone home with anyone if you weren’t there,” she says earnestly.
“Good answer,” I say, palming her ass. “Now, I want you to count them for me.”
The first spank is hard enough for her to feel but not hard enough to make her ass shake.
She arches her back, pressing her ass even closer to me. “One.”
The next three are harder, faster, and leave a red mark. I lean down and kiss the sensitive area, making her moan.
“I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this,” I say, landing another two spanks on her ass.
“Six,” she gasps.
I slide my hand down to cup her pussy. “I can feel how wet you are, how much you enjoy me spanking this ass.”
My finger slips under the lace to rub circles around her clit. She bucks her hips against my hand, desperate for more.
I take advantage of her distraction and give her three hard spanks.
She writhes in pleasure on the bench under my touch.
“I didn’t hear you counting. Maybe this is just too distracting for you.” I start to pull my fingers away.
“No!” she begs. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“Then tell me what number we’re at.”
“Nine.”
“Sounds like we should make this last one really count, then. Tell you what, I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy with my fingers, and right as you’re about to come, I’m going to spank your ass. Would you like that, Princess?”
“Please, Sir, I’ll do anything if you just let me come.”
“You are so fucking perfect,” I growl.
I tease at her entrance, coating my fingers in her juices. She screams my name when I thrust two fingers inside her.
“You’re so close already, Princess. Be a good girl and come for me so I can fuck you after.”
I work her harder and faster with my fingers, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” I praise, feeling her walls flutter around my fingers. “Just like that.”
I bring my free hand down hard on her ass, sending her right over the edge. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers as she comes spectacularly undone.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful in my life.
“Please, Wesley, I need to feel you inside me.”
That’s all the invitation I need to haul her off the bench and throw her over my shoulder. She yelps at the sudden change.
“Where are you taking me now?”
“Bedroom.”
“Why?”
“I want to see your beautiful eyes when you come around my cock.”
I practically throw her on the bed in my haste to shed my clothes and grab a condom from the nightstand. When I look back at her, every inch of her body is on display for me.
She reaches down toward the last thing she has on—her shoes. Before she can even get close to them, I have her pinned under me on the bed.
“Those are staying on.”
She pulls me to her, kissing me fiercely. When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard.
“Fuck me, Wesley.”
Her eyes follow the movements of my hands as I pull back and roll the condom over my dick.
She licks her lips. “Next time, you’re going to let me taste you.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“My lips wrapped around your dick? I should hope so.”
I don’t know when that shy woman who walked into my dungeon disappeared, but I’m delighted by the confident vixen who replaced her.
“I meant the ‘next time’ bit, but I’m certainly looking forward to seeing what that mouth can do.”
Her legs lock around my waist as I ease inside her.
Fuck, she’s so tight.
I start slowly, thrusting deep inside her before almost completely withdrawing. She digs her nails into my back, begging me for more, but I don’t give in until her eyes are glazed over with need.
“You want me to fuck you hard and fast so you come around my cock, Princess?”
“Please,” she gasps.
Her heels dig into my back as I thrust into her hard and fast. She writhes under me like a woman possessed as she matches me thrust for thrust.
If I were more musically inclined, I could have written an entire symphony on the way her tits bounce as I fuck her.
Her body arches up as her pussy clamps down on my dick, ripping my orgasm out of me with the force of her own.
After I manage to come back down to reality, I roll off her and dispose of the condom.
In the short amount of time it took to get to my bedroom trash can and back, she’s fallen asleep.
As soon as I climb back into the bed, she gravitates to my side like a heat-seeking missile. And I do mean heat-seeking. Her hands are ice fucking cold.
If she were any other woman, I’d be pushing her off me. I’d maybe even leave to go sleep in the guestroom.
For some inexplicable reason, I make an exception for her and hold her tightly to me as I drift off to sleep.