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“Yes, Sir,” Adriana replied, wondering if it was the kiss that ended a few seconds ago or the command in his voice that had her pussy going wet.
“You kneel like that and wait for me. Don’t move. Don’t open your eyes. Don’t do anything but wait for me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” This time she confirmed it was the sound of him ordering her like that which was making her pussy wet.
He nodded his head and waved her away, watching as she walked towards the bedroom. At the door, she stopped and glanced back at him. Then walked in. Odysseus watched her, his mind working on what he was going to do next. In truth, being a Dom had been more a fantasy than an actual lifestyle to him, and even though he had been with a fair share of girls in the past, Adriana was still the first one who had responded so enthusiastically to that part of him. He thought of the books he had read, movies he had seen, and knew he didn’t have the materials for a real BDSM play. But he already had a few ideas on how to improvise. Walking to the small kitchen in his apartment, he began to grab a few things.
It was hard to tell how long she had been kneeling like that, but Adriana was starting to wonder if Odysseus had not abandoned her. She hadn’t even heard a whisper from the living room. Not able to take the suspense anymore, she lifted her head and opened her eyes.
“Second mistake, Adriana.”
The sound of Odysseus’s voice beside her startled her, and she swiveled her head to find him sitting on the chair beside the bed.
“I didn’t know—”
“I gave you explicit instructions, and you broke them. Do you know what happens to bad girls who break the rules?”
She shook her head, remembering his instruction at the last instant. “No, Sir.”
“Come on, Adriana, you’re a smart girl. What do you think?”
“They get punished . . . Sir.” She looked at him to see if she was right.
“That’s right, and you are going to get punished.”
He beckoned to her, waiting until she had gotten to her feet. Then he pulled her across his lap, holding her up so she didn’t injure herself. Adriana placed her hands on the floor, blushing as she realized that with all her clothes off, he was probably staring right between her legs at her pussy. She felt his hand slowly caress her between her legs and knew he was not just staring. She moaned low in her throat as his hands stroked her ass, his thumb playing with her folds. He caressed her bottom, both gently and firmly at the same time. It was sweet and arousing. But she knew this was not it. This didn’t feel like a punishment at all. And Adriana found herself yearning for his brand of punishment, eager to know how he planned on making her pay for disobeying his order. In between his caresses, she felt a light breeze dancing across her exposed skin. Her ass, held taut before in expectation of a punishment, slowly relaxed under his touch until she felt at ease and calm, gradually starting to moan in pleasure.
Then it came.
The first slap.
The spank was light, not at all painful, yet there was an abruptness to it that surprised her. She felt her body lurch forward, resting on her arms as she grunted. Another one, this one firmer than the previous and in another spot. This time she tensed up again and felt him cup the flesh of her bottom, spreading her cheeks slightly apart. Already she was wet, her juices sliding down her thighs. She couldn’t help it; this was what she wanted. This was what she had been waiting for. To fully submit to him and let him do whatever he pleased to her.
She gasped when he pinched her pussy lips lightly. Then another series of slaps came hard in succession. Three, four, five, she counted, each one harder than the last. It stung now. Really stung. She suspected her skin was red, or at least pink. And this knowledge aroused her even more, turning her on more and more with each spank from his hand. She felt his palm landing full across her bare skin with acute precision. She counted until ten and expected him to stop, but he just continued spanking her. Her bottom was stinging. She gasped as his hand landed on her again. Her thighs were spread as far apart as they could go, her knees slightly bent. Her hands stretched out in front of her as her breasts crushed against his legs. Each spanking was different from the previous and the others. Sometimes in location, other times in intensity, until her whole ass seemed to burn up. Yet the more she felt the sting of his palm, the wetter she became. It was as if the spanking, while stinging, was also softening. He caressed her flesh again, once more spreading the soft skin of her buttocks. She moaned and pushed her ass up toward him. She wanted now to be touched more tenderly. She desperately needed his fingers inside her. She needed to feel him penetrate her wetness, to relieve the pressure that had been building inside her aching womb, yet she knew she couldn’t ask him to stop. It was up to him when he decided to stop. It was always up to him.
She whimpered in gratitude and pleasure when he obliged. She let out a soft moan as his fingers found the inside of her lips. He slid one finger inside her, then another. As with his spanking, his actions were decisive. There was no teasing. He penetrated her without hesitation, giving her exactly what she wanted.
“Odysseus,” she cried out as he twisted his fingers inside her, pushing against her inner walls. Begging him to do what she knew he could do if he wanted to. Push her across the line and into the land of total bliss. But he was the one who decided that, and he was playing the part of the Dominant perfectly.
“Yes . . . Oh, yes . . .,” she moaned again.
She pushed her body back, forcing herself onto his fingers. She felt him thrusting into her more forcefully and cried out again.
“God, yes,” she nearly screamed. “That feels so good!”
His thrusts grew faster. She could feel herself opening for him, taking his fingers so deep inside her. Her body was inflamed. He was hitting her in all the right places. She knew she was going to come in a matter of seconds. She arched her back and pressed her hands against the floor as she rocked onto his fingers. She could feel her thighs shaking. Her eyes were closed, all her senses focused on the sensation of his fingers inside her.
“Oh God — don’t stop!” she cried out.
Her orgasm . . . so close. So unbelievably close.
Just one touch, one more thrust of those fingers, and she would come. She knew it, her hand already braced for the onslaught of pleasure she was expecting. Suddenly, her eyes flew open as she felt a huge gaping hole in her pussy.
“No!”she screamed, falling against him in frustration. “Why did you stop? I was so close.”
“I know,” he replied, his voice harsh as he pulled her up. “But you don’t get to come until I say you can. On your feet,” he ordered.
She pushed away from his legs and tried to stand up, gasping when her legs buckled beneath her.
