46. Chapter 46 Margot
Chapter forty-six
“Green, Sir.”
My throat hurts as I speak, and I’m glad there’s not an expectation that I’ll have to say much more.
I felt nothing but neediness and the overarching desire to pleasure my Sir over the last…
however long it’s been, and I just want to get back to it.
I’m wide-awake, but I feel floaty and sleepy, and it’s taking everything in me to stay engaged enough to listen to him.
It was nice to have my eyes on him for a while, seeing how much I affected him and how much pleasure I brought him, but I like having my eyes down too, unfocused and relaxed.
I don’t really even want to listen. I just want to take whatever he gives me and feel .
A sharp slap to my face, enough to gain my attention but not enough to hurt more than a sting, brings me back to reality.
“Pet, I know you want to float like a mindless whore, but you have to stay with me for a few more minutes,” my Sir says firmly. “I was saying that I’m going to re-leash you, and you are to exit the bench arms first and follow me on your hands and knees.”
I keep my eyes trained on his big shiny boots as I hear him click my dainty leash back into place before taking a big step back. Luckily, the bench isn’t too high, so I carefully place one hand and then the other on the floor. I’m moving to lower my first leg when he stops me.
“Hold there, pet.”
At this angle, I’m presented obscenely, not unlike the way he fucked me last time with my hands on my ankles. With my knees still on the bench and my hands on the floor, my pussy and ass are begging to be taken. Sir agrees, letting out a hum of approval.
“Mmm, you look delicious like this. Ready to be mounted like the bitch you are, hmm? This angle is everything, pet. Pussy open and weeping, ass puckered and primed. You’re strong, but I don’t think you could hold yourself in this position for as long as I’d want to play with you and fuck you.
Maybe I’ll commission a piece of furniture for you to rest on in this position. Would you like that? You may answer.”
“Yes, Sir.” Please, please let me just lie like this so you can go about your day, but come back to tease my pussy or fuck me once in a while.
“I’ll consider it if you’re well behaved. Now, come.”
I keep my eyes on the floor and follow him to an area of the room I haven’t paid much attention to. I can’t see anything but the area rug I’m looking at, and the legs of a desk chair that Sir is standing next to.
“Eyes.”
They’re his immediately. I’m in my resting position, and he’s looming over me taller and broader than ever. God, nothing could ever hurt me with him around. My cavewoman brain kicks into overdrive.
“This is my office area, pet. You can see my new desk chair, desk, and laptop. I have some work to do this evening that can’t wait, which is why you took the edge off for me so I can focus. If you’re good while I work, you’ll come later. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to secure your wrists behind your back with one of my ties and use another as a blindfold for you.
I don’t want you listening to any of my business calls, so you’ll have noise-canceling earbuds in.
Your mouth will be free, but I don’t want to hear a single sound out of you, word, whimper, or otherwise.
You’ll sit in my lap until I’m finished. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And if you make a noise, what happens?”
“I’ll be punished, Sir.”
“How?”
“Ten spanks per transgression, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to bind you, blindfold you, and set you on my lap while I work. I don’t want to hear a peep starting now, unless you feel your circulation is compromised, in which case I expect you to tell me immediately.”
True to his word, he gets to work securing my arms behind my back at the wrists and checking to make sure they aren’t too tight.
It’s comfy, with no tension on my shoulders, allowing me to fully relax into the binds of the tie.
My blindfold is next, and I can’t see a thing.
Finally, with the noise-canceling earbuds in, I’m in my own little sexual sensory deprivation chamber.
If I thought I was helpless before, now I feel completely at his mercy.
I know my mouth is free to safe word, but there’s no way in hell I’m not about to love everything he does.
He leaves me kneeling on the floor for a few long minutes, and when he plucks me off the ground by my waist to set me on his lap in the armless desk chair, I realize he’s naked.
I’ve never felt his skin before, not like this, and the pleasure is almost unthinkable for something so simple.
He’s so fucking warm, with muscles on top of muscles, like I knew he had, but feeling their hardness against me is special.
His chest hair is rough against my abused nipples, and as he sits us both down, his bare cock is pressed into his abs by my wet pussy.
I open my mouth to gasp before remembering myself, and I don’t make a sound as he arranges my legs around his waist like a koala bear.
Finally, he has me like he wants me: legs wrapped around, trapping his hard cock between us, arms behind my back, eyes covered, ears closed, torso leaning against his with my mouth and nose tucked into the crook of his neck. His balaclava is gone too.
He slides the desk chair closer to the desk and…
works, I guess. I can’t hear a keyboard click with my ears plugged, but I can feel the ropey muscles in his arms flex in a rhythmic pattern.
His heartbeat is fast, but steady—not racing the way mine is.
His breathing is even, and I’m rapidly falling right back into that place I was approaching earlier.
Like sleep, but better. A floaty half nap, on a cloud-shaped magic carpet.
I’m faintly aware of him still—his heat, the smell of his cologne, and the musk that’s so uniquely him—but I float off, my tether to the world as thin as my platinum leash.
I’m jolted back into reality by a searing pain that quickly dissolves into pleasure, and I realize the high-pitched whining noise I hear is me.
My next series of realizations come one after the other.
While I was in float-mode, Sir covered himself with a condom, then just picked me up and slid me right down onto his cock, to the hilt.
This clearly surprised half-conscious Margot and made me squeal out involuntarily.
My noise must have led him to remove one of my earplugs, allowing me to hear myself and also hear him now.
“That’s ten, pet. I’m not finished working yet. Go back to being a quiet slut who’s seen and not heard, or we’ll have to add more to your total.”
With that, my earplug is back in and I’m back where I was, except better.
But also so, so much worse. Sir’s cock is massive, I know this.
It was down my throat earlier. I felt every damn inch.
And he’s fucked me deeply with it before, at angles that had him hitting my cervix with every thrust. But now, he’s sat me on it, and he’s not moving a muscle.
Still typing, but there’s no indication that being buried inside me is affecting him at all.
It hurts, this position. He’s deep enough to make my stomach ache.
My pussy feels every inch of girth he’s stretching me around.
I want to grind against him, pull my feet out from around him, and ride him into the next century.
I’m trying to stop myself from even clenching around him, afraid if I do so, I’ll come and add more spanks to my punishment.
Would that be the worst thing?
Stop. Yes. It would be. You’ve been almost perfect tonight, earning ten spanks.
Not bad for your first test. Don’t give up now.
With nothing to focus on earlier and his dick not inside me, I floated.
Now, speared on this monstrosity with nowhere to go, I’m sinking.
I can feel the itchy dried cum all over me, I’m thirsty, and the ache between my legs is intensifying.
God, this is torture. He has to know this is torture.
How is he calmly working right now? What is he even working on, a fucking novel?
Okay, if I just breathe and think about how comfy I am, maybe I can float again.
In through my nose, out through my mouth.
As my exhale washes over his neck, I feel Sir tense.
Oh. Did he like that? Trying it again, I swear I feel a shiver.
Oh yes. I need to make this man’s control snap, then he’ll fuck me.
I’m not allowed to move or make noise, but he didn’t specify anything about my mouth.
At this point, if this is against the rules, fuck it.
Slowly, I stick my tongue out and run it along the crease between his neck and shoulder.
I feel his dick pulse within me, so I do it again.
After my third pass, I pull the skin between my lips and suck hard.
Oh my God, he just gave me a little thrust. Fuck yes.
I suck harder and harder, unable to fully reach his neck.
He’s thrusting into me consistently now, if a little shallowly.
I’m not going to be able to come like this unless I get friction on my clit.
Deciding to push my luck one more time, I dig my teeth into the meat of his shoulder and bite as hard as I can, until I taste copper.
He pulls me all the way off his dick before thrusting in once more, so hard it’s mostly pain and little pleasure.
I feel my throat vibrate with my scream even though I can’t hear it.
He pulls me off again and lays me on my front on the desk, knees bent wide and all the way up by my waist so that I’m as spread as I can possibly be for him.
He rips out my earplugs, and I realize he’s panting. He’s just as affected as I am.
He leans forward in his desk chair and gives me one long lick from my clit up to my ass, kissing my tight hole before spitting on it and pressing a finger into me. It hurts before it feels good, and I let out a breath instead of another scream purely by accident. He lets out a low, sinister laugh.
“I won’t count that one, pet, but only because you’ve already earned twenty spanks by my count. You know how to stop me. Otherwise, you’ll take what you deserve.”
That’s all the warning I get before the first sharp hit lands on my right ass cheek.
He’s hitting me with his dick deep inside my pussy, not moving, just holding me in place like prey on a spear.
His left thumb is in my asshole, using it as an anchor for his hand to hold me.
That leaves his dominant right hand free to spank me, and he’s not going easy.
He didn’t ask me to count them, only to take them.
By the fifth spank, I can feel my tether on reality slipping, and by twelve, they feel better and better.
Each one hurts worse but takes me one step closer to ecstasy.
He slows down the spanks and thrusts again, but now, each time he hits me, it’s harder and on flesh that’s already tender.
My eyes are closed behind the tie, but I know if they were open, I’d be seeing spots.
Approaching eighteen, I realize he’s started to mumble under his breath—not for me to hear, just subconscious revelations meant for his mind alone. I’m too far gone to even know if I’m hallucinating them or not.
“Fucking perfect girl, always mine. Wearing my collar, my ring. Gonna fill you up with my babies. Won’t be able to get away from me now.
Keep you on this leash. Keep you on my lap, on my dick at my desk.
Everyone will know. You’ll understand. Mine.
Just. Gotta plan. Fuck . That’s my girl. My P…unggh. My. Pet! Mine .”
Twenty. A slap to my clit. His roar. His throbbing dick as he comes. My orgasm. Pain. Black.
I come to in a warm bath, smelling honey and vanilla and leaning back on a soft pillow.
I open my eyes, wincing slightly even though the lights are off.
Only flameless candles provide a soft glow.
Sir kneels behind the tub, based on the arms that are wrapped around me, softly rubbing a soapy washcloth across my chest. He’s redressed himself, and the long sleeves of his shirt are wet from the elbow down as he washes me.
I roll my eyes when I notice particular attention being paid to my nipples, which are surely clean by now.
“Hi,” I say softly, breaking the perfect silence of the room. He freezes, then shuffles around to the side of the tub, resting his arms on the edge so we can see eye to eye.
“Hi,” he says, deeply but softly. “How are you? Does anything hurt?”
I let out a sated laugh. “I think everything hurts.”
He starts assessing my body for injuries, picking up one of my arms to see if the tie did any damage.
“I don’t mean it like that. I mean a good hurt.”
“Oh. Okay. I…good. That’s good. I know we’ll debrief tomorrow, but I have cold water and then a fruit and cheese plate. Will you eat something?”
I smile. “Only if you feed it to me.”
He nods, then moves to rise.
“Feed it to me, in the tub with me?”
He freezes.
“I know it’s not what we said, but please? You can put my blindfold back on if you want. So I won’t see you.”
After a pause, I hear him move to cover me with the tie, then start to undress again, and open a fridge before settling things onto the tubside table.
I scoot forward, giving him room to slide behind me.
He brings the glass of cold water to my lips first and I take three deep gulps before pulling back.
“All of it,” he grumbles. Although I don’t have to do what he says anymore, I drink it all anyway.
“Good girl.” Ah, fuck me. I have nothing to say to that right now. I open my mouth, and a strawberry slice makes its way onto my tongue, followed by a piece of mango and a raspberry. After I’ve had a few bites, I scoot back until I’m flush with his body so that I can lie against his chest.
I feel him bend his head down to inhale my hair, then press a kiss to my temple. Only, it’s not a real kiss, because I don’t feel his lips, only soft material. He got naked with me again because I asked him to. But this time, he didn’t take his balaclava off. He left his mask firmly in place.