Page 18 of The Music in Me

I blinked in confusion. “You mean, I get punished now and then have to wait until we finish eating to get my reward?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Can I get my reward now and punishment later?” I asked hopefully. There was a strong chance that the reward included an orgasm, and after spending the whole day sitting on the edge of arousal, I was more than ready for a break.

“Are you questioning my decision?”

“No!” I yelled immediately, shaking my head fiercely. “I wasn’t questioning your decision, Daddy. I was just curious, that’s all.”

He paused and cocked his head. “Good. So punishment now or later? Pick one right now, or I’ll choose for you.”

I mulled it over for a few seconds and made a quick decision. “Now,” I said to him. “Punish me now.” That way, I could get it out of the way and enjoy my dinner while looking forward to the reward he had waiting for me. And if my punishment was anything like last night, then maybe I would get an orgasm out of it too.

“Okay.” He got to his feet and walked toward me, reaching into his pocket. I wondered if he was going to blindfold me again but was surprised to see the leather collar in his hand. “I considered leaving this with your outfit but decided I wanted to look into your eyes when I put it on you.”

He fastened the collar around my neck, holding my gaze as he pulled at the leather until it was snug around my throat. His hands were gentle, loving even, and when he was done he slid a finger under it to make sure it was not too tight before taking a step back.

“You look so beautiful with my collar around your neck, Kira.”

I felt so beautiful with his collar around my neck, and seeing the joy in his face made me wish I never had to take it off. “Keep looking at me like that, and you’ll get your reward a lot sooner than I planned on giving it to you,” he whispered, his hand rubbing the front of his pants where his erection had formed a quite formidable tent.

“And why would I do that?” I asked breathlessly.

“Because then I would have to punish you more than planned. Speaking of punishment, I guess we best get to yours. I’m starving.” He held out a hand and pulled me to my feet. “Elbows on the table, Kira. Hands out in front of you with your palms flat.”

I walked to the table on unsteady feet, this time more from the mini-tremors rocking my womb than the heels I was tethering on, and did as he asked me to. He walked up to me and repositioned my body, pushing my shoulders down and pulling my ass up before spreading my legs. I heard a ruffle next to me and turned my head to watch him pull his belt free from his pants. He snapped it in the air, and I flinched when I heard the crack.

“Scared?” he asked.

“No.”

Hanging the belt around his neck, he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and began to roll his sleeves. “Good. You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“And you know why I’m punishing you?”

“Because I’ve been a bad girl, Daddy.”

“That’s right.” He reached into his pocket again, and I swallowed when I saw the pair of silver balls connected by a tiny rope. I knew what they were and what they did even though I’d never had one used on me. “Fifteen strokes,” he said, drawing my attention back to him. “That’s your punishment for all your bad behaviors. What are the safe words, Kira?”

“Red, yellow, green,” I replied, oddly impatient for him to start. Was it because I was looking forward to this or because I couldn’t wait for it to be over? I had no idea.

“Red means stop. Yellow and I pull back. Green and I go harder. I only want what’s best for you, baby,” he said. “Don’t forget that.”

Then he stepped behind me and threw my dress across my back, exposing my bare ass to the cool evening breeze. I heard his sharp intake of breath and knew exactly what he was seeing. My thong between my ass cheeks and so wet it had given up on its job of covering my pussy.

“Always so fucking wet,” he growled like it wasn’t his fault and grabbed my ass. His hands were gentle, fondling my cheeks together like a baker kneading dough before sliding between them to brush against my sex. My knees buckled, and I almost dropped to the ground. The touch barely lasted a second before it was gone, and I cried in protest.

“Always trying to ruin my plans,” he continued, still massaging my ass, his tender touch at odds with the annoyance in his voice. “Here I was, thinking I’ll whip that ass until it’s all red and pink like I like it, feed you dinner, and then spend the whole night fucking you. Now, all I want to do is bury my face between your legs and suck every drop of juice dripping out of that pussy before fucking you on this goddam table.”

My legs shook as he spoke, each word making me breathlessly aroused until I felt like I was going mad. There was no way he was not doing this on purpose, painting vivid images in my head to drive me insane with lust. A second brush of his fingers close to my throbbing sex, and I cried out his name. But it was gone just as quickly as the first, and I was left panting.

“Please,” I begged shamelessly. “Please, Daddy, stop teasing me.”

“I’m not the tease here, Kira,” he growled. “You are. With your bare pussy, wet and quivering in front of me. Begging me to taste it.”

“Then taste it!” I cried. “Touch it. Fuck me. Just do something… Do anything.”

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