That’s not to say that I want to hide her from them, but I need time to figure this out. Oliver told me to take a chance, to allow my feelings to finally lead me, and to think with my heart. But every time I’ve ever done that, it’s backfired, so taking it slow is what I plan to do.
Although slow has passed a while ago. I want so badly to tell Clover I love her, it’s been sitting on my tongue like a poison, waiting to be spat out.
“Look up at me,” I tell her, and she obeys. “What did you do today that I asked you to be wary of doing?”
“I came to your office, Sir.” Her voice is soft, gentle like a caress of a wave as it slides back to the ocean. A delicate surrender, just like the beauty on her knees. She looks so beautiful peeking up at me with those wide eyes that my cock pulses, thickening as I wonder if I should make her choke on my dick as her punishment.
“And you know I’m about to punish you. Right?”
“Yes, Sir.” Two words break me down and turn me into a beast, needing to devour my prey that’s currently submitting herself to me.
I turn and grab my tie, which I took off earlier. “Stand, bend over the edge of the bed, spread your legs, and show me what’s mine.”
Silently, she moves across the room and toward the bed. Upon reaching the edge, she bends over, her feet parting slowly, offering me a view of the lacy material that’s covering the top half of her pert bubble butt. The curve of the cheeks is bared to me, causing my already hardening erection to turn to steel.
When Clover bends over, her hands land on the mattress, and her legs open slightly offering me a delicious image that I know will be seared into my retinas until I take my final breath.
“Good girl,” I coo as I move toward her. Grabbing both of her wrists, I bring them behind her back and fasten the tie around them, making sure the knot is secure before I step back and take her in.
“Thank you, Sir,” she says in her sweet voice, and I wonder if she knows just how angry I was. “I’m sorry, Sir.” The words are muffled by the sheet, but I don’t respond to her apology. Crouching down, I tug at the waistband of her panties and slowly pull them over her hips, down her thighs, and allow the slinky material to fall to the floor. She helps me as she steps out of them, and I push her legs wider still.
I’m at eye level with her sweet cunt, and when I stroke my fingers along her slick folds, a whimper of pleasure greets me from the bed. She doesn’t move, though, not a tremble, or a word, just that small, yet intoxicating sound.
“You will count with me,” I tell her as I rise and head to the cabinet where I grab the small wooden paddle. It’s thinner wood, which will make it less painful than the belt, which was another idea I had. But she’s not ready for that level of pain yet.
Even though we’ve toyed with a few things, I want to explore everything I can with her. I love pushing her limits.
“Yes, Sir. I’m ready,” she tells me, her eyes closed, her lips parted, and her face against the smooth material of the sheets. She looks gorgeous bent over, bound, and open for me.
I stop inches from her, not moving, not speaking. Allowing time to pass, I watch her intently. The anticipation makes it even more intense once the scene starts, and I know just how much she enjoys it.
Once I’m sure she’s trembling with need, I raise the paddle and bring it down on her ass, earning myself a screech of shock.
“One.” Her whimper is beautiful, it’s addictive, and I lay another swat on her behind. “Two.” The word is nothing more than a whisper, and I’m tempted to push her a little and force her to say it again, but since this is only the first punishment scene we’ve had, I allow her that pass.
“Make sure I can hear you, little one,” I tell her, right before I bring the wooden implement down on her now rosy cheeks again.
“Three!”
Fuck, she’s impeccable.
“Four.” Her voice falters, and her knees buckle slightly.
“One more.” I don’t wait for her to think about it because the paddle is already licking flesh when I tell her that.
“Five, Sir,” she mewls, and I note how her hands are attempting to hide her ass, but the way I’ve bound her, she can’t. A smile dances on my lips as I regard her. Setting the paddle on the bed, I step behind her and crouch down once more.
My finger trails along the heated skin gently, lightly. The scent of her lures me closer, nearer to the entrance I want to taste. To savor. My tongue darts out, and I lick along the glistening lips of her pussy. Her flavor coats my tongue, and her moans of pleasure heat my blood.
My cock throbs, seeking entrance, needing to be inside her and feel her warmth. I steal another two laps at her, before I rise and shove my slacks, along with my boxers down. Gripping my shaft, I stroke it once, twice, before I position myself at her pussy and slide in deep.
Her body accepts me, her hands are still bound, and I grip the knotted material, tugging her back, earning me more pained whimpers, yet pleasure-filled mumbles of, “Yes, Sir.”
The walls of her pussy pulse around my shaft, and I know she’s close, but I’m going to edge her some. Slowing my pace, I grip her hips and pull out and slip back in so slowly. It’s torturous, not only for her but for me too.
“Please, Sir, please, may I come?”
“No.” One word denies her the release, and I move even slower until she’s bucking her hips backwards, which earns her another swat—this time with my hand—on her ass. Clover yelps, and that’s when I start speeding up. My hips slam into her ass, and I slap the cheek again, making the flesh darker than it was before. My cock throbs, my balls draw up, and I feel the electricity shooting through me.
Leaning forward, I snake my hand between Clover’s thighs, and I circle her clit, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until I can feel her nails digging into my abdomen and I realize she’s on the precipice with me.
“Come for me, little one, I want it all,” I tell her, commanding her pleasure, craving her orgasm as mine.
Her body locks beneath me, shaking and shuddering, and her cunt tightens like a vise around the length of my erection. In seconds, I’m emptying myself inside her, burying myself deeper still, hoping to fill her womb with my seed.
Our bodies are sweaty. Our breaths are short and quick.
“That was…” Clover moans as I soften and slip out of her. The sight of my seed dripping down her thighs is enough to have me ready for a second fuck tonight, but I help her up instead and massage her wrists.
“You are incredible,” I tell her, pulling her into my lap until she’s curled up happily in my arms. “Don’t ever leave me.” The words slip out before I have time to think about them. But then I realize, I meant it, I never want her to leave.
“I couldn’t leave you, Sir, I’m all yours.”
I’m all yours.
Those three words seep into my chest, into the barren part of me, and they solidify themselves in my heart. I should tell her now, confess my feelings, but when I hear the deep breaths, I realize I missed my chance. She’s asleep.
“I love you, Clover.”
It’s a whisper.
I know she didn’t hear it.
But deep down, I pray to the Heavens that she did.