Chapter 12
CHLOE
Kit returns to where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my knees jiggling nervously, with what appears to be the silk belts from two kimono-style dressing gowns that were provided with the room and a pair of slippers with rubber soles.
My skin tingles all over in anticipation of what’s about to go down here.
‘I’m going to have to improvise, Dasher. Which, luckily for you, I’m very good at.’
I nod and swallow hard.
‘Go into the bathroom and take your clothes off, then come back out here and stand by the bed,’ he instructs me calmly.
I get up and do what he says, leaving my clothes folded up neatly on the tallboy in there.
Before leaving the bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror for five full seconds, thinking myself into a submissive role.
My heart is racing with a mixture of excitement and nerves.
It’s been so long since I did this, but from the way my body and mind are automatically responding in such a positive way, that’s not going to be a problem.
I walk back on shaky legs to where he’s waiting for me.
‘Stand and face me,’ he says.
I do it.
He takes a pace away from me and spends a few moments looking at me, from the top of my head to my toes. It’s a thorough examination and my skin hums with awareness, almost as if I can feel his gaze physically touching me.
‘Beautiful,’ he says when his eyes finally meet mine again.
‘Thank you.’
‘Did I say you could speak?’ he says, raising one chastising eyebrow at me.
I shake my head.
‘Hold out your right hand,’ he tells me.
I do as he says and he picks up one of the slippers he’s left on the bed and slaps it against my palm, just hard enough to leave a delicious sting in its wake. I feel reverberations of the sensation deep inside my pussy.
He puts down the slipper and picks up one of the belts.
‘Hold your wrists out together in front of you,’ he says, nodding to my hands.
Again, I do as he says, my heart skittering.
He winds the belt around my wrists so I can’t move my arms apart now, though not so tightly there’s any danger of it cutting off my circulation.
He’s standing so close to me I can feel heat coming in waves from his body and feathering against my naked skin. And his delicious, unique scent is in the air all around me, winding through my senses and rooting me into the scene.
Everything is heightened, in the most brilliantly intense way.
At this moment, in my mind, it’s just me and him in this world. No-one else exists.
It’s such a freeing feeling.
Tucking one end of the belt in between my palms, so I can release myself if the restraint starts getting too tight, he then picks up the loose end and tugs on it, leading me to the head of the bed.
‘Lie down with your arms stretched above you,’ he says.
I do this, forcing myself not to watch what he’s doing as I feel the belt jerk gently as he ties the end of it to part of the bedhead.
‘Ready to take your punishment?’ he says, though I know it’s not really a question. It’s a statement of intent.
I nod anyway, playing the game.
Picking up the slipper again, he walks to the middle of the bed then grasps both of my ankles in his large hand and lifts them, so I’m forced to bend in the middle, exposing my arse to him.
‘Right, let’s get you warmed up,’ he says and starts to tap my left buttock with the slipper, gently at first, but getting increasingly harder as he tests my reaction to his strokes. I count twelve strokes before he moves on to do the same to my right buttock.
None of this hurts very much, but I still feel a glowing heat and a delicious hum of sensation on my skin where the slipper made contact.
Kit then puts down the slipper and, still holding on to my ankles with one hand, gently rubs his other hand over the area of skin that’s just been targeted.
‘Hmm. Starting to look a very nice colour,’ he says, then picks up the slipper and does the same thing again, this time with more weight behind the strokes.
This sting is more intense now, but still incredibly pleasurable, and when he runs his hand over my skin this time, it prickles under his touch.
‘I think you can take one more round,’ Kit says, already picking up the slipper to administer it.
This time, the pain is right on the edge of pleasure, but the moment he finishes his last stroke, I feel endorphins rushing to the site and all the way through my body, sending my mind spinning into an ecstatic high.
I let out a long rush of breath.
‘You know why you’re being punished?’ I hear Kit ask through my fog of desire.
‘Yes,’ I whisper.
‘And you agree that you deserve it?’
‘Yes. I do.’
‘Good. Then you get a reward for doing what you’ve been told,’ he says, then lowers my legs back to the mattress and, moving to the end of the bed, kneels down on it and grasps both ankles again, pulling my legs apart so they’re now spread in front of him.
My body gives a shiver of excited anticipation as he firmly slides his hands up my calves, then my thighs, pushing them even further apart.
Then he moves closer and lowers his head, hovering his mouth above my pussy, the heat from his breath radiating over me and making me squirm with longing for him to dip even lower.
I hear him chuckle as he feels my needy body writhe beneath him. ‘Always so eager for my mouth, aren’t you?’
His words add another wave of stuttered sensation against my clit and I let out a strangled sort of moan in the back of my throat.
But still he makes me wait, for what feels like minutes but is probably only seconds.
I’m aware of my breathing speeding up as I wait, till I’m panting for his touch.
So the moment I feel his tongue slip firmly between my folds and up and over my clit I nearly come, unconsciously pushing my pelvis higher in the hope to feel his tongue on me there again.
As if sensing how close I am already, Kit tips his head up to look me directly in the eyes.
‘No, no, no, Dasher. You don’t get to come yet. Not till I’m finished with you and you’ve taken everything I’m going to give you. This is a punishment, remember?’
Letting out a groan of frustration, I nod my head.
Then he moves back off the bed and stands up. After pushing my legs together, he grabs my ankles again and the slipper and does the whole thing all over again.
Then again.
By the time he’s hovering his mouth over my pussy for the third time, I’m almost frantic with the need to come. I’m so wet I can feel it all over the tops of my thighs.
After allowing me one long, firm, torturous press of his tongue against my clit, he leaves me twisting my hips with frustration and gets off the bed again.
‘Okay, I’m going to fuck you now. And you’re going to take it until I’m satisfied you’ve paid your dues,’ he says, one eyebrow quirked, as if asking me if I understand.
I just nod. I know my place and that I’m not going to get what I want – what I need – if I make a false move here and speak.
I watch in fascination as he strips off his clothes, pausing only to take a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans.
He slowly rolls it onto his beautiful, hard cock, the mere sight of this making my body shiver with longing.
The anticipation is almost too much.
I’m feverish with excitement, my skin wreathed with a mist of sweat and my nerve endings fizzy and alive.
Picking up the other silk belt, he wraps it around my ankles this time and I wonder wildly for a second how he’s going to fuck me if my legs are tied together.
A moment later I find out, when he grasps my tied ankles and pulls me further down the bed, until my arms are stretched as much as they’ll go and my bottom is now at the end of the mattress.
Then he lifts my legs again so my pussy is fully exposed to him.
Luckily the bed is a high one, putting his cock at just the right level to penetrate me.
Though he doesn’t do this.
Instead, he pushes first one thick finger, then another, into my pussy, then curls them up to find my g-spot and gives it a few hard curling strokes, making my entire body twitch and writhe with the intensity of the sensation.
I’m so close. So, so close to coming.
But still he makes me wait, first stilling his movements, then withdrawing his fingers fully, leaving me panting and moaning with frustration.
‘Please,’ I beg, unable to keep quiet any more.
I hear him give a low laugh.
‘You’re not allowed to come until I say you can. Do you understand?’
I nod wildly, afraid he’ll make me wait even longer if I speak again.
‘Say it,’ he instructs me.
‘Yes. I understand,’ I gasp on an out-breath.
‘Good.’
Then, finally, finally, he lines himself up and pushes his cock inside me.
I moan with pleasure as he fills me, pushing deep, all the way to his hilt.
I have to bite down on my lip in an attempt to distract myself from the building need inside me.
Now he’s told me I can’t come yet it’s all I can think about.
I want to. I need to, but I can’t and I won’t.
Not yet.
I love this kind of teasing he’s subjecting me to. It’s so hot. Such a powerful turn on.
And I love giving myself over to it. For someone else to take control and for me to only have to think about the instructions I’m being given and how to carry them out.
It’s a wonderful holiday from all the angst and pain that’s been turning through my head for the last few days.
This is all about me and the pleasure I’m experiencing.
All thoughts flee my head as he starts to thrust inside me, my bound ankles now resting on his left shoulder so I can see his expression of unreserved satisfaction as he fucks me hard.
Having my legs tied together means there’s increased tightness in my pussy as he pushes into me, and I can see from the intense concentration on his face that he’s pretty close to coming too.
He’s enjoying this scene just as much as I am.
‘Please, please, please,’ I moan under my breath as his cock slides repeatedly past my engorged g-spot and the pressure between my legs squeezes my clit.