7. Jasmine
Jasmine
Flora leaves me to take my bath alone, making me feel small in this giant tub. I wanted her to come in this tub with me and finally have her way with me, but once again, my dreams did not come true.
I watch the clock on the wall above the double sinks, making sure to not be late, but each minute that passes seems to take longer and longer.
I hate that our time together is being stilled by Zee. She has taken so much from me already, this is just the icing on top of the shit cake that's been our relationship. We deserve to be able to do as we please without her interruptions.
The clock ticks, reminding me that I have only two more minutes before I need to be in the bedroom. Rising to my feet, letting the cool air hit my skin, sends a chill down my spine, along with excitement at what's to come.
I wrap myself in one of the floral towels she has set out on the counter, then brush out my wet hair. With each step I take closer to her bedroom, my heart pounds and my head spins with possibilities of what's about to happen.
The lighting in her bedroom is dim, and the curtains are pulled shut, not showing what's about to happen to the rest of the world. Leaving us in our own little bubble of seclusion before Zee rudely interrupts.
Flora isn't here yet, so I do the only thing that comes to mind, lying out on her king-size bed, that's wrapped in cool floral linens.
My heart pounds with each passing second as I take in her space, that's full of crystals, soft fabrics, and plants. The bed is draped with real plant vines that dangle from the ceiling on hooks. It's like laying in a garden nymph den.
She can tend to me like she does her plants, any damn day.
Speakers cut on, startling me as I press a button on the remote, I found on her little bedside table. Smooth waterfall and bird sounds dance through the room, coming from invisible speakers.
Curiosity gets the better of me as I pop open the drawer in her bedside table. My eyes instantly land on the blood red rosebud vibrator sitting in the middle of the nearly empty drawer.
This is so wrong, but I can't help but take it from its hiding spot and shut the drawer. Discarding the towels on the floor next to the bed in a heap and spreading my legs wide open.
My eyes close, letting the soothing sounds fill my ears as my arousal grows in epic proportions. The soft rubber grazes my clit, vibrating against time.
This is wrong, yet I can't bring myself to stop, to not work myself closer to a release. My back arches off the bed as the toy does the utmost pleasurable things to me that I haven't felt in months.
Part of me wants Flora to find me being filthy in her bed, but another part of me wants to keep this to myself.
I cum to the sounds of waterfalls and birds chirping, making me feel like I'm in a meadow of flowers.
The toy continues to work me closer to a second orgasm, because once just isn't enough.
The toy is nothing compared to her. I know she is going to be much better at making me cum, than this thing.
Would she punish me if she found out? What if she gets upset and I ruin the night?
But I’m pulled from my self-pleasure, when I hear feet padding closer to the door.
Oh, crap!
My pussy weeps for Flora's touch. I have a feeling she is going to punish me for using her toy without her, but maybe I’m reading this all wrong.
She enters the room, hair damp, but I can't read her microexpressions. She has the best poker face that I have ever seen her conjure up. She takes a handful of steps closer to the bed, her eyes racking over my body, sending a new wave of goosebumps across my whole body.
Flora doesn't give me long to get wrapped up in my thoughts before the bed dips under her movement. “Jasmine, before I touch you, I need you to pick a safe word.”
Oh shit.
I pick the very first thing that comes to my mind, “cuke, Ma’am.”
“You need to use it if you need to stop for any reason, do you understand?”
Fuck this is really happening. My wet dreams are about to come true.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Her hand lands on me, sending a jolting, stinging pain through my ass cheek. “Fuck.”
“Watch your mouth, little girl.” She spanks my other cheek, saying, “Were you a filthy little whore and used my toy to get off?”
Her question isn't really a question because we both know I did just that. But I can't lie to her, so I say, “Yes, Ma’am.”
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
The pain heightens with each blow to my reddened cheeks, “Did you enjoy it? Knowing I cum on the same rubber as you?”
Fuck yes.
I wiggle my ass in the air, wanting her touch to return as I answer her, “Yes, but I wished it was you making me cum.”
Next thing I know, I’m being pushed face-first onto the mattress, and my ass is being pulled into the air. Flora fists my hair, pulling it, to bring my face up to her.
“Maybe if you beg me, I will do just that, but Honey, I need to hear you want it first.”
I shift my weight on my knees, staring up into her bright green eyes.
“Please, Flora, I want to cum. I need to.”
She swats me on the ass, two more times, as her fingers give a little tug as they are still tangled in my hair. “No, Honey. Beg me, the right way.”
I realize what she is wanting, so I easily give in, saying, “Please, Ma’am, please make me cum.”
Her fingers leave my hair to only wrap around my throat, slightly. “If I say yes, what do I get?” Her voice lathered in lust as her tongue darted out, trailing over my lips.
I hope what I’m about to say gets her to finally give in and make me cum, “Anything you want me to, Ma’am.”
She lets a low growl against my lips, nibbling a little. Her hand cups my pussy, as the robe rides on my hips.
“Stay still, I’ll be right back.” She kisses my temple, then bounces off the bed and out of the room.
What could she possibly need to go get?
It's not long before I can hear her bare feet coming closer to the bedroom.
“Do you trust me, Honey?” she asks, as she climbs back onto the bed behind me.
In a huff of sexual frustration, I bite out, “Duh,”
Well, that was clearly the wrong fucking answer because next thing she does is swat my ass a handful of times, harder than before.
“Don’t be a sassy brat, or I will edge you until you can't take it any longer and not allow you to cum. Now lay on your back.”
My eyes widen to the size of saucers when I spot the cucumber I had in my hand earlier, now in her clenched fingers.
Oh, fuck. She really was thinking about using the damn thing on me earlier.