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I’m suddenly pulled out of my fantasy by a knock at the door. It’s just one knock, and I know it’s him. A second later, Ethan comes into the room.
He’s not wearing his usual suit. Instead, he’s only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and a tight white t-shirt, showing off his body. He’s in impressive condition, with muscles bursting against the cotton. He smirks at me, and I know what that smile means.
“Good morning,” he says. “I told you I wouldn’t leave you alone for long.”
“Good morning.” I sit up and look at him.
He pulls his hands from behind his back and is holding another one of those silk pieces of rope. “We’re going to play another game.”
My heart quickens in my chest and I can’t help but smile. I didn’t expect this so soon, but I want it. “Okay,” I say.
“Good girl. Are you excited?”
I nod quickly. “Yes.”
“Good. Get out of bed.”
I quickly get up and stand in front of him. I’m half naked, still just wearing a new pair of panties, though already starting to get wet, and a black tank top.
“Stand at the foot of the bed,” he says. I obey and look at him, dripping wet, aching for his next command.
“Turn around and get down on your knees.”
I turn my back to him then get down on my knees. I look over my shoulder and watch as he comes up from behind me.
“Hands on the footboard,” he says.
I reach up and grasp it. He crosses my wrists, his body close to mine. I can feel his breath on my neck as he expertly ties my wrists together and then to the bed, cinching them tight, but not too tight.
He steps back and I turn to watch him.
“Spread your legs,” he says.
I spread them wide for him, arching my back a little bit, letting him see my ass. I’m dripping wet and I can barely hear over the pounding of my heart.
“Good,” he says. “That’s how I like you. Wet and willing.”
I looked over my shoulder at him, blushing slightly. “What else do you want me to do?” I ask him.
He walks over and stops behind me before crouching down. I feel his hands on my hips and I roll my head back as his lips find my neck. “Is this what you like?” he asks me.
“That feels good,” I say as he kisses my skin.
“Good.” He moves back suddenly and pushes me forward. I gasp as he spanks my ass, hard.
“Ethan!”
“I’m sorry, did that hurt?”
I look over my shoulder at him, ass stinging slightly. “No,” I lie to him.
He grins and spanks me again, this time even harder. I groan, surprised at how the sensation makes me feel. I thought it would simply hurt and make me not want to play anymore, but it has the opposite effect. It makes me absolutely dripping wet, and almost feels strangely good.
I feel his hand rub my ass then slid down between my legs. He finds my soaking cleft and starts to rub my pussy with one hand. He takes my hair in the other and pulls my head back.
“Do you like pleasure, or do you like pain?” he asks.
“Pleasure,” I say.
He stops rubbing my pussy, but doesn’t release my hair. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t know,” I groan.
He releases my hair and pushes my head forward slightly before spanking my other ass cheek. I moan and he does it again, harder.
“You look gorgeous,” he says. “Dripping wet with two red hand prints on your ass.” His fingers find my pussy again, rubbing me from behind over my useless and soaked panties.
“Why do you tease me?” I ask him suddenly, blurting it out.
I can feel his smirk against my neck. “Because I like it,” he says. “Do you like it?”
“I don’t know,” I moan, not sure what to think. I can’t think, not really.
He takes my hair and tips my head back before kissing me. I moan into his kiss as his fingers do their work, rubbing my pussy. I want to grab his hair back but I can’t move my wrists. I’m completely bound to the bed still.
He breaks off the kiss and stops rubbing me. He slaps my ass again and the pain tingles up my spine. He begins back on my pussy as the pain and the pleasure mix, hitting each other in my skull, making it dizzy with an indescribable pleasure.
“That’s right,” he whispers. “Pleasure and pain. They’re not so different, you know. A little bit of one makes the other better. A little salt makes sweet stronger. Do you understand now?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Good.” He stops. “This is your last punishment.”
“What?”
He stands. I stare at his bulging cock, straining against his boxer briefs. He slowly slides them off and I gape at his enormous cock as he slowly strokes it.
