Page 72 of Mob Knight

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes, sir.

“Then you’re going to blow me.”

She cringes when she realizes her error. As much as I would love to fuck her in the arse and come right there, I won’t indulge any of her requests right now, even if they’re made knowing she believes she’s offering me something I’d want.

“When’s the punishment going to start, sir?”

“I’ll leave that up to you. Before or after dinner?”

“I’d rather do it right now, sir.”

“Do you just want to get it over with?”

“No, not like the way you make it sound, but I don’t want to keep feeling this anxious all evening.”

It tempts me to deny that request for the same reason I won’t fuck her in the arse. However, this is the first time I’m giving her a true punishment, and I don’t want to distress her too much.

“All right, little one. Let’s go in the spare bedroom.”

We walk into my guest bedroom because I don’t want either of us to associate what I’m quickly coming to think of as our bedroom as a place of punishment rather than pleasure.

“Strip all the way and kneel beside the bed.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ll get what I need.”

The first night she came over here after the night we entered this relationship, we sat together and ordered just about every toy and implement we could think of that might even remotely interest or tempt us. We have an entire collection of them in a bin at the foot of my closet. We certainly have more than what fits in my bedside table drawer. We have some of our favorites there and a box of condoms.

When I’ve gathered the things I want, I head into my guest bedroom. She’s obeyed me perfectly and is kneeling with her wrists crossed behind her back, her chin dropped, and her eyes down. She makes such a beautiful picture.

I know how lucky I am, not just to have her as a sub, but to have her in my life. I think of her as my girlfriend, but we haven’t defined the relationship completely.

I show her the earplugs before I step behind her. She offered a few days ago to try out both a blindfold and earplugs, but she grew too nervous. I asked her to explain what bothers her about it and if she knew why.

I’ve rarely felt like she’s keeping things from me, despite the reason for her punishment tonight. But there are things about her past she doesn’t openly share with me. I don’t love that, but I’m a hypocrite to expect her to share more of herself than I can share about my childhood.

We’ve spent hours talking to each other on the phone on nights when we aren’t together. It’s turned into more than just a nightly check-in. I call her during the day simply because I want to hear her voice. So even though I’m her Dom, I’m also a guy totally into her.

On nights we’re apart, we video call to just talk about any and everything. Our travels and the things we want in life. What we see retirement looking like. We’re both careful not to allude to being a couple or that we’re specifically in each other’s life that much further down the road.

I bind her hands with Shibari rope, then wrap it around her in a complex set of loops to create a harness that makes her tits stick out beautifully. I know how much she enjoys nipple clamps, but because of that, I won’t give them to her today. She’ll have to live without, and that’s its own form of denial and punishment.

When she glances down at her chest, then turns her head slightly toward me, I know she wants to ask for them or why I’m not using them, but she knows better.

“Snap your fingers.”

“Yes, sir.”

She snaps both hands, confident she can let me know if she needs me to stop. I place the ball gag in her mouth. With both earplugs in place and her facing away from the mirror, I move on silent feet to stand by the door. I’m directly behind her, so her peripheral vision won’t allow her to see me. I keep an eye on my watch as a minute ticks by. I creep forward, making sure she can’t hear me and doesn’t sense me.

She’s unprepared for how stealthily I move when I bring the crop down over her shoulder onto her right breast. I pull back and switch hands, bringing it down onto the left far faster than she expected. She yelps with the pain. Even though I know it hurts, I also know she enjoys this. As long as I keep the fine balance between pain and pleasure, then I know I can offer her what she needs.

Chapter Seventeen

Joey

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