They hurt nearly as much as my ass. He’d let me lower my arms for that, but now he guides me to bend them again,the sheet rubbing against my clit and between my pussy lips, reminding me of how empty I feel and how much I want him inside me. He undoes the gag, and I work my jaw and lick my lips.
“Maddy, how are you doing?”
“I’m all right. I can keep going.”
“Do you need a break?”
“No. I’m ready for whatever is next.”
He assesses me, looking at my chest and then my ass. He wraps his hand around the sheet where it lays against my belly. He pulls me forward as though it were a leash. There’s a full-length mirror near his window. The natural light during the day must be useful, but it’s dark now, and his blinds are closed. He’s in one of the best neighborhoods in Manhattan. It didn’t used to be, but gentrification has made Hudson Yards a highly desirable place to live. I’m certain with the blinds open, he has an excellent view out over the river and the bustling city below. For right now, we move to stand, staring at our reflection.
My blonde hair is a stark contrast to his deep chestnut. I used to be perpetually suntanned most of the time, but these days I’m far paler than I was. Even at my darkest, I’d still be lighter than him. I think we make a good-looking couple. Our differences are a complement to each other.
“Maddy, you’re so incredibly beautiful. It’s not just your face and your body, though I love looking and touching both of those. Your strength and resourcefulness and intelligence are more attractive than anyone else I know because it’s you. I wish we could stay like this so I can watch you and just enjoy.”
“Daddy, that’s so sweet.”
He kisses my temple before he unfastens the sheet. He lets it fall to the floor before standing behind me and wrapping one arm around my ribs, bringing his hand between my tits and up to my shoulder. It draws me back against him, my tender asspressing against his cock. His other hand toys with my clit, his index and middle fingers rubbing it while his ring finger and pinky dip inside me.
Just when I’m ready to shift restlessly, wanting far more, he freezes, his hand still on and in me, driving me to the point of my cunt burning with need. He slides three fingers into me, his pinky resting between my pussy and ass, his thumb just above my clit. He strokes the inside of me, close to my G-spot but not on it.
I tilt my head back, and he tsks.
“Don’t look away. Watch in the mirror.”
He insists I pay attention to how he edges me. There’s no reprieve from it. I know he won’t let me come. If he did, then it wouldn’t be a punishment. I doubt he’ll let me come at all tonight. He will, but I won’t.
Around and around we go, him stroking me, then stopping, rubbing my clit, then stopping. I’m in a cold sweat by the time he pulls his hand away from me. I’m unprepared for him to scoop me into his arms. I wrap mine around his neck. He looks down at me, and his kiss is so tender that now both my heart and my cunt ache.
He walks down the hall to the main bedroom and takes me into the bathroom. I’m certain the punishment is done. He perches on the edge of the tub and pushes down the stopper before turning on the water. He squirts some bubble bath into the water. We sit quietly as the tub fills. The water’s warm enough that steam curls above it. He turns it off when it’s less than halfway full. I rise and help him undress. We hug, enjoying the nearness. The time it takes for us to strip him and enjoy the embrace allows the water to cool enough to be bearable. He helps me in and settles behind me.
“This is only phase two, little one.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Javier
Maddy had relaxed against me when we settled into the water, but my comment jerks her away, then she freezes.
“Lean back,chica. It’s not phase two of a punishment. It’s phase two of this evening. The punishment is done. You took it so beautifully and with such strength and resolve. I know it hurt.”
“Like a motherfucker, Daddy.”
Her tone makes me smile before I kiss her cheek. I lap water over her chest and shoulders before rubbing them.
“I told you we’d take a bath together. I think we could both use a chance to relax.”
“I love it. Javi, anytime I’m in your arms is the best time, but this is incredibly soothing. And being alone with you like this—I don’t know—with a bathroom door, a bedroom door, and a condo door all blocking out the rest of the world. It just gives me peace we don’t usually have.”
“That’s what I want too, little one. We need it, not just today, but all the time. Your job is demanding, and mine pulls me in all different directions. I want to know that at the end of the day,not only will I come home to you, but that we’ll have this solitude—just the two of us. It’s our reprieve.”
“It is, Javi. If a bath together is something we can do often, I’d love it. But even if it’s not this, knowing you’re who I’m coming home to gives me a sense of peace I’ve never had before.”
I want to ask her if that means she’ll agree to move in with me rather than just stay here as an extended house guest, but I won’t push her. She needs to come to me when she’s made that decision on her own. Too much has happened today for her to decide without me fearing she’ll regret it.
“What’s phase three?”
“I wondered when you would ask. I knew you wouldn’t be patient enough to just wait and see.”
