Page 13 of Stuck with You

“Lay on the table on your back,” I instructed.

She gasped when her butt touched the table, flopping quickly onto her back and rolling her hips up to relieve the pressure. I smothered a smile as I gently fastened the restraints around first her wrists and then her ankles, leaving her spreadeagled in front of me like an offering.

“Beautiful.” The words came out unbidden. “Tell me if the restraints are hurting you.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I trailed my fingers across her lower belly.

“I know you said you’re straight, but have you been with a woman before?” I asked, even though I was sure of the answer.

She probably wouldn’t think she was a hetero if she’d been with a woman before. She’d responded to me too well both times that I’d touched her for me to believe she wasn’t at least bisexual.

Her hips twitched upward at my question. Interesting.

“No ma’am, just kissing. And only once besides you.”

I walked to the top of the table, cupping her cheek in my hand as I searched her face again. Seeing only excitement, I slowly slid my fingers downward, tracing her collarbones and then circling one breast, then the other, avoiding the nipples. I skimmed my way down the smooth skin of her slightly rounded belly, then cupped her mound in my hand. When I gave it a little squeeze, Aubrey cried out.

Leaving her spread on the table, I went to the implement wall and came back with a small black flogger. Starting at her shoulders, I slowly teased the leather strands down her chest, circling her nipples like I’d done with my fingers. When she wasn’t expecting it, I lifted the flogger and gave her a light smack across the center of her breast.

Aubrey cried out as her skin flushed a light pink. I knew her response was more surprise than pain. I’d scarcely touched her. I gave her breast two more taps with the flogger, slightly harder but again being careful of the sensitive skin. Then I moved to the other breast and repeated the motions, turning her light brown skin a lovely pink.

God, I loved this.

By now Aubrey was rolling her hips with each touch of the flogger, her greedy pussy desperate for attention. I took my time sliding the flogger around her belly, then up and downthe insides of her legs, hovering near her pussy, teasing her. Changing directions, I smacked the flogger against her inner thigh, then did it again before doing the same to the other thigh.

I knew that the combination of sensory play and light pain was enough to drive a lot of people wild, and Aubrey was no exception. I’d scarcely touched her pussy yet and she was already pulling against her restraints, eyes closed, panting as she ground her pussy against the air. When I leaned down, I could smell her arousal scenting the air.

Finally I slid the leather strands over her lower lips, teasing her with light touch until she was making soft whining noises.

“Please,” she gasped.

Then she cried out as I smacked her pussy with the flogger, just hard enough to get her attention.

“What was that, little girl?”

“Please ma’am. I need… I need…”

“Do you need to come?” I asked.

She couldn’t see my face, but I was smiling now, incredibly pleased at how easy it was to work her up into such a horny lather that she was ready to beg for release.

“Yes, please. I need to come, ma’am. Please!”

The last word came out as a shriek as I smacked the flogger against her pussy lips with a quick snap of my wrist. Her body jerked.

Dropping the flogger on her belly, I slid one finger into her slit. She was dripping with arousal now, and my finger slid through easily. I explored her folds, heightening her excitement while ignoring the way she moved her body to encourage me to touch her clitoris. Instead I circled her opening, inserting one finger up to the knuckle and pumping in and out a few times before retreating.

Then I slowly made my way up to her apex, circling the swollen bud of her clitoris with my fingers. Aubrey was shaking and gasping now, telling me that she was close. Her body shook with the tension of holding herself back.

I removed my fingers and stepped away from the table. Aubrey’s head shot up, looking at me with a wild eyed expression.

“Wh--?”

“That concludes your punishment,” I said, striving for a casual tone.

The part of me that loved nothing more than teasing subs was lighting up with satisfaction. I was going to make her wait, make her work for it.

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