Page 36 of Orion Ruined

“And then you did what you did. If you’re not playing by my rules, that’s all you’ll get to feel.”

Our eyes are locked as I squirt more whipped cream onto my tongue. He watches me stuffing my mouth full and his lips curl up at one corner.

“I must say, I love your courage.”

I smile and gulp down the cream, then pour maple syrup onto my pancake, rolling it up and biting into it. As I do, the syrup squirts onto my cami top, a few drops rolling down to my bare thighs.

“Oh no!” I yelp. I try to swipe it up with my fingers and lick them at the same time. “This is delicious.”

There’s a beat before he moves or says anything, but his eyes become darker with each moment.

“You missed here.” He lowers his head and laps up the maple syrup from my cami over my breast and sucks my nipple through the material. I hum, enjoying the moment, but he finishes too soon and pulls back. “Eat your pancake like a good girl, Maisy.”

“Or else?”

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply. “Or else...” His hand reaches under the table and lands softly on my thigh. His warm touch is soothing, and slowly it wanders up. His fingers reach my panties and I stare at him, feeling needier by the second. “…you get nothing.” He removes his hand.

I take another bite of my pancake, watching him as I chew and swallow.

“Keep eating.”

I finish quickly, almost choking on the last bite.

“Are you done?”

I nod and grin.

“Before we continue, you should know what kind of consequences I’m talking about.”

I’ve forgotten about everything. I only stare at him like I’m under a spell.

He pulls my chair closer to him so we’re face to face, and hooks his fingers into the hem of my cami top, clearly intent on taking it off. “Good girls get everything. Bad girls get spanked.”

I lift my arms as my cami is slipped off my body, leaving me sitting on the wooden chair in my panties only.

“Place your legs on either side of the chair, and hook your upper arms on the backrest. I want to see your titties perked up for me.”

I assume the position and with my arms behind the back of the chair, my back arches and my breasts are in his face. He’s staring at my body as I bathe in his power, engulfed by his presence. The pads of his fingers trail along my collarbone, moving south and stopping at my nipples. A soft pinch, and he starts kneading them as I move into his hand. I want more of it. I’m desperate for his touch.

“Stay still, darling.” His half-closed eyes stay on me, his lips quirked at one side. As he lifts his chin, he pinches my nipples hard. “Yesss.”

I whimper. My legs spread wider on the chair as he holds my nipples between his index fingers and thumbs and tugs them, taking my body with him. Then he releases me, allowing me for a split second to feel at ease, before he slaps me hard on the sides. First one, then the other.

I moan. My feet are now on tiptoes, my body arched toward his. I want to get up; I want to climb him like a monkey.

“If you move, you go back to your room.”

I close my eyes and sit back as I was, and he continues with the torture. The pinching turns into slapping and then tugging, harder and harder, yanking them, striking them with greater intensity, tormenting me. I moan again. I think I’m in pain–no, I haven’t decided yet, because this is too sweet to be pain. I’m immobile–I wouldn’t want him to stop and send me back to my room–but I’m loud.

I open my eyes to meet his obsidian gaze, now alive from pelting my skin, from watching me writhe on the chair. The throbbing sensation in my core is building. My juices have surged and soaked my panties, and my clit needs just a flick for me to come undone.

“I see you’re enjoying this, Maisy.” His voice reverberates through my body; it’s deadly and hot all at once.

I swallow, moistening my dry throat. The pain in my nipples makes me groan long and loud. “Yes,” I pant.

“And you haven’t moved, like I told you.” A sharp pain shoots from where he pinches harder still, and I whimper and roll my hips on the chair.

My mind is lost. Every nerve ending in my body is awake. The throbbing doesn’t stop and my nipples hurt like hell, but at the same time pull a string of desire down to my core. It’s too much.

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