Page 58 of Pierced

“I want to say yes. But I have a feeling that’s wrong.”

I lean down, pressing my lips up to the soft skin of his earlobe, and whisper, “So. Wrong.”

He swallows. But his cock is still pressing up against my pussy. So hard. So confident that it will get what it came for.

“I’m afraid you have missed the point of tonight’s lesson. So I’m sorry I have to do this.” Which isn’t true. Not even a little bit. “But you may not leave until the lesson has been learned.”

“What lesson?” he asks.

I pinch his nipple.

“Ow! Jesus!” His hand snaps forward and grabs my wrist.

I just stare at his touch. And it’s like he can feel the heat of that stare, because he withdraws his grip and places his hand above his head once more.

I pinch his nipple again.

“Myrtle!”

“Did I give you permission to speak or cry out in pain?” And then I rub my pussy against his cock. Sliding back and forth along his hard shaft.

He shakes his head and bites his lip.

“You didn’t learn my lesson. Do you know what my lesson is?”

He shakes his head again.

“Well, I had three. One, that you learn to trust me. You did a fair job at that. For a first-timer. Two, that you submit. And you did that almost as well. You gave me your body. But it’s still a joke to you. A game. A—”

“No, it’s not. I’m here. I told you that.”

I should punish him for speaking out of turn. Another nipple pinch or get my paddle ready. But I have something else in mind and besides, these little corrections are getting boring.

“That’s not true, Pierce. But it’s my fault. For not explaining things to you immediately. You see”—I scoot backwards so I’m kneeling between his legs. I take his rock-hard cock in both hands and begin to massage him—“when you’re in my dungeon, this cock belongs to me. And I never gave you permission to get hard.”

“Wha—what? What are you saying? I don’t know that—I can’t—How—?”

I smile now. A genuine, really big smile. Because the confusion on his face, apparent even from behind the blindfold, is so very, very satisfying.

“I think you heard me just fine. But I’ll repeat it. I did not. Give you permission. To get hard.”

I pause to let that sink in and give his cock a few more pumps with my hand.

“And even though it’s my fault for not explaining the rules, I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

Right now he’s imagining all the ways that can happen, but I’m pretty sure he’s imagining all the wrong ways.

“Do you want to know what your punishment is? You may speak.”

“Yes, Mistress. I would very much like to know.”

I get up, off the bed, and walk around to the chest set up with my toys at the foot of the bed. I pick up my punishment of choice, which is quite scary-looking, if I do say so myself, and slowly walk back to Pierce. I lift the blindfold over his head and let it fall back on the pillow.

He stares up at me, eyes wide.

But still, there is a little hint of a smirk.

I hold up my punishment. His eyes track to the stainless-steel device and then he squints, like he’s not sure what he’s seeing.