“I was wondering how long it’ll take you,” she says, dropping her keys as we enter her apartment.
“I’m a patient man, Natalie. But even I have my limits. When someone crosses them, there’s no telling what’ll happen.” She chuckles, but her teeth bite into her lip when she notices the serious expression on my face.
“Will I be punished?” Her voice is suddenly breathy.
“Yup.”
“As long as it involves orgasms, I’m fine.”
This time, I’m the one to chuckle. “Oh, there’ll be orgasms.”
While researching breath play, I’ve learned a whole lot more. I strut into her room while she follows behind. Having this stubborn woman follow me without complaint is a powerful feeling.
“Safe word?” I ask her, taking her chin in my hand.
“Wh . . . what?” Her chuckle is more nervous now.
“What’s your safe word?” I repeat.
“Relationship.” I huff out a laugh. Of course.
“Get naked.” I sit on the suede chair in the corner of her room, feigning ambivalence. In reality, I’m anything but. But punishing her is the priority.
She eyes me for a second and, after determining I mean business, starts undressing. Her skirt is the first to go, followed by a white button down. There’s no music, no rhythm, but it’s a striptease if I ever saw one.
Her nipples poke through the see through bralette. My pulse picks up pace as my dick pulses in the same rhythm.
“Go on,” I encourage her as she slows down. Unclasping the bra clasp on her back, she drops her bra, releasing those perfect tits. My mouth salivates as I stifle a groan. Bending down, she drops her panties, too. A small triangle on her mound acts as direction of where my cock wishes it was heading. Not today.
“You were a dirty, little brat this week.” Her chest heaves while she listens with rapt attention. “On Monday, you gave me your panties.” I stare directly into her eyes. “They were soaked and smelled like your pretty pussy, so I used them to jerk off more times than I could count.” She lets out a whimper.
“But on Tuesday, you used a prop I didn’t see very well.” Her gaze snaps to the nightstand unintentionally, so I get up and go to it. “Is it here?” She gulps before nodding.
In the drawer lay three bright pink toys. One of them, a large rabbit vibrator, I recognize as the culprit from Tuesday, so I take it out.
“Lie down,” I command, and she listens warily.
Turning it on, I swipe the vibrator over her pink nipples, eliciting a low moan. Gliding it further down, I spread her arousal all over her clit and pussy. She moans again.
“This is a good punishment.” She giggles.
Pushing the vibrator deep inside of her, I say: “This is the only thing going inside of you today.” Another moan, before realization hits her. “Also, I’m going to need you to count your orgasms.” Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t protest.
Turning the setting up, I pump the toy inside of her. The long shaft of the vibrator fucks her wet pussy while the clitoral stimulator sets fire to her clit. My pants are bursting at the seams, my dick wanting to start a fight with me. But I don’t care.
There is a need growing inside of me. A need bigger than release. It’s a need to give her what she’s been asking for the whole week. To release the animal inside that she wants to play with.
“You wanted to tease me with this?” I make my point by pushing the toy deeper. “Instead, you’ll get teased by it.” I turn the setting up once again.
In a minute, she’s riding the toy, pushing it further in. Her nipples are hard as a rock, and her dripping wet pussy begs for release, writhing on the bed.
Finally, she grabs her nipples with her hand, rolling them between her fingers and comes all over the toy. Liquid coats the toy, making a mess of her sheets. It takes effort to keep myself from lapping it all up with my tongue. Not today.
“Count,” I demand.
“One,” she says with a blessed smile. My smile is devious in response. She has another thing coming.
“You got a free pass the first time. It’s done now.” She squishes her eyebrows.
