Page 99 of Bound By Words

“My brave little sunshine,” he cooed as he kissed my cheek, his facial hair scraping my skin. “Don’t worry. We’ll work up to my one sliding into your trailing zero.”

My stomach clenched as I laughed quietly, my lips pressed together. He’d turned a punishment for being disrespectful into something fun. I knew his use of programmer humor was likely designed to relax me, and it was working.

“Hand or paddle?” he asked a few moments after my laughter stopped.

“What kind of paddle?” I hadn’t realized I’d have so much input in my punishment.

“What kind would you like?” he asked with a low laugh.

“Leather?”

Nathan nodded, stepping back. He hadn’t bound my hands, so I tilted my head, my eyes following as he walked toward a tall wooden cabinet in the corner of the room. He pulled open one door, took an item from a hook inside, and turned back toward me.

The sound of leather slapping against his palm made me jump a little, and I immediately dropped my gaze to the rug beneath the bench. I expected him to return quickly, but I heard a drawer closing, and my heart raced as I waited for him.

“Would you like a little pleasure with your pain, sunshine?” he chuckled, but the usual warmth was missing from his voice, a dark edge to it.

KELLY

Boston

Again, I remained silent, not knowing if Nathan expected a response to his question about having a little pleasure with my punishment. I had to admit, the pain had caused quite a bit of pleasure on its own. While I thought it wouldn’t be my thing initially, I craved it when I knew it’d be Nathan’s hands causing it.

“Ah,” I jumped slightly, my body jolting forward as Nathan’s hand slowly caressed my bare ass, his warm palm tracing from one hip to the other.

“Breathe,” he whispered, his hand slipping between my legs. A quiet groan sounded as he briefly caressed my lips, spreading out the slick moisture he’d inspired. “I’m going to put in the plug before I spank you. Is that alright?”

My breath was shaky as I inhaled, nodding. “Yes.” When he’d requested consent in the past, he always wanted me to respond verbally, and I understood why as my body started to shake with nervous tension.

“Are you cold?” he asked as his hands caressed my bare back, his warm palms gently kneading my muscles.

“No,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “Just nervous…and excited.”

“Close your eyes and just enjoy my touch,” he whispered as his strong hands slowly roamed my body, occasionally dipping between my legs to play softly against my folds.

My body relaxed at my growing arousal, my thighs shaking a little as I became more excited about what was coming.

The sound of a plastic cap flipping open startled me, but his warm hand was there, rubbing against my lower back. “It’s just the lube. I’ll warm it up a little first. Breathe.”

Closing my eyes again, I tried to breathe deeply, letting myself relax as I listened to the faint sound of the lube against Nathan’s fingers.

He braced his hand on my lower back, his thumb rubbing slowly for a moment. “Exhale, inhale,” he whispered, and I tried to sync my breathing to his words, feeling myself relax and my mind starting to drift.

“Just a finger to start.” My thighs tensed as he touched me, the warm lube on his fingertip pressing against the tiny pucker. “Breathe.”

Trying to remember what he’d told me, I forced myself to let out a breath, focusing on how good the hand on my back felt. As his finger pressed more firmly, a small involuntary moan escaped. It wasn’t that it felt good yet, but I was so aroused at the thought of what was to come that the discomfort didn’t matter.

“Slowly.” His voice was low as he penetrated me, pausing to let me get used to the feeling, twisting his finger slightly and trailing his other hand down the back of my thigh. “Good girl.”

My breath was choppy as he slipped it in a little further, but I moaned again as he reached down to caress my clit with his fingertips.

“Ah, there we go,” he chuckled as his finger slid in with less resistance, my hips squirming as much as they could without the capability to move my thighs. “Just breathe. I’m all the way in. Does that feel good, sunshine?”

“Yes,” I gasped as the pressure on my clit increased, and he began to thrust his finger into my ass slowly.

He let out a satisfied hum as I pressed back into his motions. “Fuck, yes. So damn sexy. Are you ready for more?”

Exhaling a hard breath at his question, I nodded, gasping out a yes as he slipped a finger inside my pussy, slowly pressing forward until I was moaning.

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