Page 4 of The Music in Me

I gasped quietly, sucking in a breath as a spark of electricity seemed to pass between us. A whimper of need escaped me as Leon’s hand tightened around my knee and slowly shifted upward.

He trailed one hand up my side and let it rest on my cheek. His tongue was warm and wet as it parted my lips and explored every crevice inside of my mouth. I pressed myself forward until my breast rubbed up against his chest.

“Mmm,” I moaned gently into his mouth, “Leon... I need you...”

His hand teased my upper thigh, inching closer and closer toward the opening of my needy, wanting pussy.

“Not yet…” he whispered, his breath tickling the inside of my ear.

“What... what were you going to... propose?” I gasped between each breath, my chest heaving as I spoke. My own hand settled on the hard bulge of his cock, growing thicker and larger with every passing second.

“This.” As soon as he spoke, Leon grabbed a soft leather blindfold from the pocket of his shirt and slipped it over my eyes.

I laughed a little, my pink tongue darting out across my bottom lip. “What’s this?”

“Every night, I’ll decide if you were a good girl that day,” he explained, his hands trailing down my sides and hesitating on top of my hips. “And if you were... then you’ll get rewarded. But if you weren’t, you’ll be punished.”

I said nothing, another whimper of need escaping my lips. I really, really wanted to get fucked right now. “Okay,” I agreed, faintly. “And... how will I be punished?”

Leon’s hands tightened around my hips and lowered down to my ass. He lifted me and drew me forward until I sat in his lap with his inflating cock pressing up against me through the rough denim of his pants.

“Well,” he murmured, kneading my left ass cheek between his fingers. He suddenly slapped it with a resounding THWACK! “Bad girls get spanked, don’t they?”

I gasped, my back arching as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“If... at any time... you want me to stop,” His voice lowered and grew more serious. “Just say the word ‘red,’ okay?”

I nodded in understanding. I had heard of this system before, the traffic lights, but never used it myself.

“If you like what I’m doing and you want me to go further, say ‘green.’ And if you want me to slow down but not stop, then say ‘yellow.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whispered, “I understand.”

“Good. Now, you’ve not yet earned the status of being a good girl. You have to prove it to me every day. So unfortunately, I’m going to have to punish you.”

Unable to see anything around me, I felt a surge of pleasure rise through me as anticipation filled me up. What was he going to do? How was he going to punish me? My mind raced as Leon climbed out from under me and got off the couch. Everything was still and quiet for a few moments until I heard the soft tinkling of metal. I glanced over my shoulder, though of course I could not see anything, and whimpered quietly when I felt Leon take hold of my wrists.

A luxurious leather cuff was attached to each of my wrists. The chain connecting them was very thin and very short, keeping my arms immobile behind my back.

“You... you’re tying me up?” I mumbled out loud, half playing a part, half truly in awe of what my manager was doing to me.

Suddenly, a warm, strong hand curled over my lips and effectively silenced me. “Shhh,” Leon said softly. “I can gag you too, if you’d like.”

“Mmphhh...” I shook my head as well as I could and released a pathetic, muffled moan into the air.

“Bad girls get punished. Good girls get rewarded,” he reminded me. Slowly, he pulled his hand away from my mouth. He guided me to lean forward until I was on my knees across the couch with my ass pressing outward toward him. He reached around me and unbuttoned my tight jeans. He drew the pants down to my ankles and smiled at the sight of my lacy black thong. “Mmm, this is a nice pair,” he complimented.

I said nothing, pressing my forehead into the cool leather and waiting patiently for Leon to distribute my punishment.

He grabbed a huge handful of my bare ass and rolled it around in his palm. Then without warning, his hand came down on my ass.

“Ahhh!” I cried out, though it really didn’t hurt that badly. It was a strange sensation of both pain and pleasure mixed. God, what a combination...

“Count out loud,” Leon instructed before spanking me again.

“Unngh! One...” I counted weakly.

He spanked me again with his open palm.

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