“Six, Sir.”
“Six,” I mused. “Then that’s how many times I will bring your body to orgasm before you are allowed to rest. I expect you to count out each one, is that understood?”
Lucy’s throat bobbed, the muscles working as she swallowed, accepting her fate. Her voice rang clear in her response. “Yes, Sir.”
“Very good.” I climbed atop the bed, using my knee to force her legs apart. “Don’t be shy,” I chided, causing her to open her legs fully so I could sit between them. “Now, I expect you to be a good girl while I take my turn playing with your toy.”
Lucy’s whimper reached my ears as I ran the vibrator up the inside of one thigh before skipping over to the other and running it down without making a pit stop between them. I wondered if she was ever punished this way before because if she had, she wouldn’t be quite so eager for my ministrations to focus on her core so quickly.
Using my free hand, I pushed the hem of her nightgown up and over her hips, baring her to me, revealing a lack of underwear. She may have blatantly broken one rule in a show of strength, but there was no denying who was really in chargehere. That pretty pink pussy was staring me right in the face, glistening from her earlier release.
I smirked, knowing the orgasm she pulled from her body while alone wouldn’t count in the six I had planned, and would also make the first stages of her punishment much more intense. That was too bad for her. I wasn’t going out of my way to make this harder for her, but I wasn’t about to pull back and make it easier, either. This time, Lucy had flown a little too close to the Sun and was about to learn a valuable lesson.
Bringing the bulbous vibrating head to her distended clit, I was satisfied when her hips bucked, and she hissed out, “Fuck.”
“Such a dirty little mouth on you, Princess,” I chastised, doubling my efforts, cranking the setting on the wand up to the third level of vibration and adding more pressure.
Lucy’s back bowed, and I watched her mouth open in a wordless scream, indicating the first of many orgasms she’d suffer at my hands tonight.
“Count,” I demanded.
Panting, Lucy forced out, “One.”
Without warning, I turned the vibrator up to full blast, causing her to squeal as her hips tried to escape the intense vibrations so soon after her climax. Using my free arm, I draped it over her lower abdomen, holding her in place.
“Please, I can’t,” she begged as her head thrashed side to side.
Twisting the wand to and fro to hit every sensitive spot she possessed, I denied her any form of mercy. “Buckle up, Princess. You’re in for a wild ride.”
A cry of despair left her lips, the truth of what would transpire tonight finally sinking in. Those perfectly white, straight teeth sunk into her lower lip as she tried to stifle the moans slipping from her mouth beyond her control.
Lucy was fighting it, trying to hold back, and that wouldn’t do. I needed her to give in to me—only then could we regain whatwe’d lost. I knew it was asking a lot, and I didn’t care. I was very used to getting my way.
“Give in. Let me make you feel good.” My words sent her flying over the precipice, this time much more forcefully than the last, as her body jerked violently against the soft bedding, her screams ripping through the air. Satisfied I’d wrung every ounce of pleasure out of her, I pulled the wand away, switching it off and discarding it on the bed.
“Two,” Lucy breathed out.
Shoving the scrap of silk she wore higher, I exposed her pink-tipped breasts, running my hands over their stiff peaks as she arched into my touch before I lowered my mouth to nip them gently.
“You’re absolutely breathtaking when you give yourself over completely,” I growled against the skin of her breast before sucking the nipple into my mouth, eliciting a groan from above. Giving her a temporary reprieve, I teased with featherlight flicks and bites across her creamy smooth skin.
Lucy sighed and melted into the bed, lulled by the sensual way my hands roved her body as I moved above her, stealing her mouth in a kiss. This was something we hadn’t done enough in our earlier interactions, and I sank into her mouth, tasting her as our tongues tangled. I drank her in, nibbling her lower lip before diving right back in. She met me stroke for stroke, a full participant in the lazy way we consumed each other.
Convinced I gave her enough rest before continuing with the rest of her punishment, I ripped my lips away from hers, asking while she was still lucid enough to understand, “Do you remember your safe word?”
“Red.” Lucy showed no signs of hesitation, anything that would tell me she didn’t understand that tonight she was mine to command.
“Good girl.” The words were barely out of my mouth before it descended on hers again. This time, it wasn’t slow and easy; it was a clash of lips and tongue and teeth. It was a battle for dominance—one I knew I had already won.
My cock was throbbing behind the fly of my slacks, aching to join the fray, but it would have to wait. That was until I gave Lucy’s nipple a tweak, and her hips rose just enough that she was able to grind against my aching length. My lips broke contact as I hissed, feeling her heat through the layers of clothing separating us.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” I teased Lucy, resulting in her taking two handfuls of my ass and pulling me closer between her legs to increase the friction. I nearly growled as I moved my mouth along her jaw, stopping when I was next to her ear. “Careful what you wish for, Princess.”
Her resulting moan was all I needed to hear, and I gave in, thrusting my hips against hers, allowing her hands to guide them as the roughness of my fly rubbed against her needy little clit. I knew it wouldn’t take much of this with how sensitive she was from her earlier orgasms, but I had better plans. Plus, if I let Lucy dictate how she got off, there would always be the idea in the back of her mind that I wasn’t in total control. Nothing could be further from the truth—the sooner she learned that, the better.
Pulling back, I kneeled between her thighs, and her hands fell away, no longer able to reach me. Rolling my shirt sleeves past my forearms, I eyed her silk nightie pushed above her perky little breasts. “Take it off,” I demanded.
Crossing her arms, Lucy grasped two handfuls of the blue material and lifted it over her head before dropping it over the side of the bed. It hadn’t hidden much in the end, but now her flawless alabaster skin was completely unadorned, and I was nearly dumbstruck by how stunning she looked sprawled outbefore me. My mind raced with all the wicked things I wanted to do to her perfect body, and I felt myself smile as I remembered that we had all the time in the world. I would have a lifetime with this woman in my bed, to do with whatever I so pleased. She might be a handful outside of the bedroom, but in here, she was all mine.
