“I feel fine. Honestly. I promise.”
Heat filled his gaze. “Not going to lie, I want you badly, Mari-girl. But my needs can wait if you need more time.”
“I don’t. Please. I’m sure.”
“At any time, if you feel sick or off or in pain, you’ll use your safe word. Promise me.”
“I promise. But it’s going to hurt a bit, isn’t it?” Considering she was a virgin.
“Maybe. But with what I’ve got planned you’ll be so wet and ready for me that maybe you’ll barely notice it.”
Oh, man. What did he have planned? She remembered his earlier announcement that there would be some punishment involved. He turned on the shower and the heater, getting it nice and warm in here before he stripped off then lifted her down to pull off her clothes. She wasn’t allowed to help him.
He tested the temperature of the water. Then picking her up, he carried her into the shower and set her feet down. He washed her hair first, using his fingers to massage her scalp until she was a pile of goo. Then he grabbed some shower gel and washed her arms.
“Put your arms behind your back,” he commanded. He washed down her chest, paying a lot of attention to her nipples. She groaned as the sensation of him pulling on the tight nubs sent waves of pleasure through her. He moved down her body, cleaning her thoroughly.
When he was finished with her, he had her sit on the built-in seat while he cleaned himself.
“Can I help?” she asked, desperate to touch him.
He shook his head. “Not this time.”
She pouted. That seemed unfair. Reaching out, he tapped her lower lip. “Put that away, this is part of your punishment.”
Well, that sucked.
Watching him wash himself without being able to touch was most definitely a kind of torture, especially when he grabbed hold of his cock and ran his hand up and down the long length until it was erect.
Damn, she wanted a taste.
Turning off the shower, he got out and grabbed a towel. He helped her out then dried her off thoroughly before wrapping her hair up in a towel. Only then did he dry himself.
He led her out to the bedroom.
“Kneel on the bed and then lean forward with your arms out in front of you. I’m going to plug you first.”
Crap. Crap.
She shifted around carefully, holding the towel around her wet hair as she got into position. She felt him moving behind her before her bottom cheeks were parted and lube was placed over her hole. He proceeded to stretch her with his finger before the plug was pushed inside her. Her bottom contracted around it and a shiver of arousal ran through her.
“Stay like that. I’ll be back to get you into your teddy soon.”
She heard him running the water in the bathroom. Then he returned and had her roll over onto her back. He drew a yellow, snap-crotch teddy from the dresser. It was basically see-through with lace covering her breasts and pussy. He laid it on the bed.
Then he grabbed something from the closet.
“I bought this the other day.” He held up the object. It was black on the bottom and pink on the top and was long and curved. There was a prominent bump at one end on the top.
“This is a clit tickler. It sits in your panties and this bump here tickles your clit. I’ve got the remote to operate it.” He pulled a small remote from his pocket.
He removed the towel from her hair before he dressed her in the lacy teddy. Then he had her lie back while he positioned the clit tickler against her pussy before doing up the snaps on the bottom of the teddy. When she stood, it felt very weird, especially with the plug in her bottom. The tightness of the teddy held the clit tickler against her pussy.
He helped her into a matching dressing gown, then to her surprise he had her sit while he pulled some socks on.
“Um, this doesn’t exactly match the lingerie.”
He shrugged. “I don’t want you getting cold feet.”
Damn. He was the sweetest. Even when he was about to punish her.
Linc grabbed her hair brush and a pillow then led her out to the living room. She half-expected him to turn the clit tickler on while she was walking. As though hearing her thoughts, he turned and gave her a wink.
“I thought I better not turn it on when you’re moving around. Don’t want you walking into any walls or tripping over your own feet.”
Considering her legs didn’t work properly at the best of times, it was likely a valid concern. She should have known he’d worry about keeping her safe. They walked into the living room. It was toasty warm in there, but he still picked up a blanket from the pile on the sofa. He drew her over to the recliner and sat, placing the pillow between his feet on the floor. “Sit here, Mari-girl and I’ll brush your hair for you.”
She sat and he placed the blanket over her lap.
“Right, what should we watch? Romantic comedy? This one good?”
“Yep,” she replied as he brushed her hair gently and slowly. She relaxed against him, leaning her head on his leg as he started braiding her hair for her.
When her hair was done, he pulled her onto his lap and drew the blanket over her as she snuggled into his chest. Soon, she got caught up in the movie and stopped noticing the plug or tickler.
Then something started vibrating next to her clit and she gave a startled gasp, sitting up straight.
“Easy, Mari-girl,” he murmured. “Just let it happen.”
She eased back down against him. Her breath came faster, she pressed her thighs together, squirming around on the chair as she tried to gain her release. Then the buzzing stopped and she slumped back against Linc.
“Nooo, not fair. I was so close.”
“You didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?” he murmured. “Next time it comes on, you’re going to be a good girl and put your hands behind my neck, okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
She was just getting back into the movie, when the clit tickler started vibrating again. Damn, just as well she’d already seen this movie, because she was going to be lucky to remember her own name at the end of this torture.
“Good girl, keep your hands there. Move them and I’ll have to punish you.”
A whimper broke through as he lowered the blanket to her waist and pulled the teddy to one side, baring one breast. He played with her nipple as the tickler buzzed against her hard nub. She turned to look at him, only to see he was staring at the movie.
He wasn’t seriously watching it, right?
He squeezed her nipple. “Watch the movie, Mari-girl.”
Mierda! She turned her head around. Her body undulated against him, searching for the edge of the cliff to tumble over. Just as she was almost there, he switched it off again.
This continued on and on. He finally had her drop her arms, worried about her getting tired. But she had to place them on her thighs and not move them. He bared her other breast, played with them both, teased her clit until she was writhing on him, a bundle of nerves. Finally, he reached down and undid the snaps and removed the clit tickler. He ran his finger along her slick lips.
“So wet. Do you want my cock inside you?”
“Yes. Yes.”
Suddenly, he stood and turned off the TV before striding into the bedroom. She was held in his arms, bridal style. He laid her down on her back at the edge of the mattress, her legs hanging off the end. He knelt between her legs and spread her lower lips, licking at her. He hummed and she groaned at the sensation.