As he shifts back slightly, a groan rumbles deep in his throat, expressing his delight.
“Did you wear this with me in mind?” he asks, pulling on the black satin sleep dress I bought yesterday. “You wanted me to come through your window. You wanted me to see you in this, didn’t you?”
I’m unsure what to say because, on some level, I pictured being touched like last night with this on. The buttery-soft material on the hanger gave me a zap of arousal right in my core. My thighs literally rubbed together in the middle of the boutique to ease some of my sexual tension.
He pulls the short dress up above my hips and groans again.
Shit.
“And no fucking panties. Was that meant for me, too? Hmm?”
I shake my head and moan as he drags his finger up and down my slit. Slowly. Teasingly. A featherlight touch.
I buck up against him, and I’m not sure if it’s to get him off me or to have him apply more pressure.
“Such a good girl for everyone else to see, but such a bad little lamb for me.” His voice is rough, but there’s a hint of satisfaction in his words.
I can’t help but let out a throaty moan as he continues with his torturous rhythm. Not giving me enough to push me over the edge of ecstasy but enough to push me to the edges of insanity.
“You’re so wet for me right now. You’re leaking out onto my fingers.”
“Please,” I groan against the gag.
“What was that?”
“Please,” I repeat.
His warm breath is right against my ear. “You want to play nice now?” He thrusts against my ass. “What about when you left me on read, baby?”Thrust.“Was that playing nice?”Thrust.“I don’t tolerate being ignored.”Thrust.“I’m going to need more than a please.”Thrust.
He’s driving me insane.
The rough fabric of his pants rubs against my ass with every thrust, adding a sting of friction to my cold, exposed skin. I will literally say anything at this point to get him to make me come. The thought is worrisome, but that’s how much he’s turning me on.
“I didn’t hear you, baby. What was that?” He laughs before changing our position.
His hard length pushes into my stomach as I’m face down, ass up in his lap.
My breathing becomes more erratic as warring unease and excitement surge through me.
“Looks like you need a lesson in what happens when you ignore me.” He lifts my night dress back up to my hips before caressing the globe of my ass cheek. A light warmth covers my cheeks as I think about how exposed this position makes me. I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so turned on. He rubs in a circle, first one cheek, then the other. The motion is soothing and encompasses me in a calmness.
“You’ll count every strike. If you don’t, we’ll start again.”
“Count?” I ask through the gag, completely confused.
I turn back to look at him. “Eyes forward,” he says while grabbing ahold of the back of my neck and pushing me back down.
I take a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart as I wait for something to happen.
I’m shocked when I experience a whack followed by immense pain on my right ass cheek that radiates to my core and burns so good.
He tsks three times at me. “Looks like we’ll start again.”
Fuck, I forgot to count.
“One, please, one,” I shriek.
“Doesn’t count.”