Chapter Nine — Alex
“Stand up, back against the wall,” he tells me.
I stand and he pushes my legs apart. He shackles my ankles into what feel like some type of restraint attached to the wall.
“Hands up,” he says.
He does the same with my hands so that my entire body is forming an X. He must have set this up ahead of time.
“All good?” he asks, and I nod.
“Remember, I don’t want to hear anything out of those cute little lips of yours unless you’re moaning or it’s the word ‘red,’ or I will punish you. Understood?”
I nod.
“Good girl,” he says, and I quiver.
I’m not sure what he’s gonna do first. He pauses, admiring my body. He doesn’t say anything, but I can tell he likes what he sees.
Then he starts by running his hands up my inner thighs. I squirm and he grabs my legs tighter, holding me in place. He bends down, and I feel his lips run up my inner thigh. Right when he reaches my pussy, he stops.
I’m slightly frustrated, and he laughs. He does the same with the other leg, and I feel myself start to get weak.
Then he kisses me right below my belly button and slowly moves his lips up the center of my body.
My dress rides up as he moves higher and higher.
When he reaches my chest, he pushes up my bra so it’s resting on top of my breasts, exposing them.
He moves to my left breast and gently takes my nipple into his mouth.
He slowly flicks his tongue around it, and I feel it harden. My back arches.
A jolt of electricity runs through my body. A moan escapes my mouth.
“Good girl,” he says.
He continues flicking my left nipple with his tongue while his right hand goes to my right nipple and twists it, making it hard as well. I’m squirming, arching my back to get closer to him.
“Good girl,” he says again as he switches to the other nipple.
After a few minutes of that, I feel my pussy pulsating, even though he’s not touching it.
He keeps one hand on my nipple while he lowers his other hand to my cunt.
He moves my white panties to the side to gain full access.
He runs his fingers up and down my slit, not going inside, just running on the outside.
“These lips are so wet,” he says. “I love that. This perfect little body is just dying to be fucked, isn’t it? You’re gonna have to wait for that, sweetheart. I am going to make you squirm for the next few minutes.”
“Bet you’re dying to say something. And I love that you can’t. You just have to stay quiet and take it. Take all the pleasure that I’m giving you.”
He makes eye contact with me, and my cheeks flush.
“Look at me, baby girl,” he says.
He slowly slides one finger into my cunt and I gasp.
“Mmm,” he says as he slides another one in. He begins to slowly pump them in and out, and my hips rock.
“I think this greedy little cunt needs another finger,” he says, slipping in a third. I moan, and I feel embarrassed.
“Oops,” I say, wanting to cover my mouth. But I can’t, seeing as my hands are tied.
He looks at me. “What did I say about talking?”
I hold my breath, waiting to see what he’s going to do. He looks at me, then quickly brings his hand back and slaps my pussy. It’s not super hard, but it stings. It’s embarrassing, but also hot.
I can’t believe he just did that.
“How does that feel, getting your little pussy slapped?” he asks. “Say something else and I’ll do it again.”
“Yes,” I blurt out.
He raises his eyebrows as if he’s surprised. “Now you’re getting it,” he says. “Asking for what you want.” He slaps me again.
“Again?” I nod, and he looks at me.
“Yes,” I say.
“Good girl,” he says, and slaps my cunt again. My pussy is stinging, but it feels good.
He bends down and spreads my lips. He begins to slowly circle my clit with his tongue, teasing it with small circles. I moan as I feel my body tensing. He begins to suction it and my legs quiver. He slips two fingers back into my cunt and begins fingering me as he sucks.
My legs get weak and I want to clench them together, but I can’t. I’m spread open, totally at his mercy.
He keeps going, and I feel myself approaching an orgasm, but then he stops. He looks up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“You’re frustrated, aren’t you?”
I don’t want to say anything, so he just smiles.
“Good,” he says. “That’s your penance.”
Then he undoes my shackles and leaves.
I sit down, confused about what just happened.