Mr. Right's nerves were shaking; he should be the one doing the punishing. He looked at Nadia with a look clouded by both lust and fear.
"Very good! Slave, they get punished! Now go lay over the padded spanking bench with your ass in the air, I'll only give you five swats with my hand this time, but If you ever touch me again without my consent, your punishment will be worse."
"Yes, Mistress." He sauntered over to the bench on the other side of the room to receive his first punishment. He laid face down on the bench, his legs laying on the knee rest. Sticking his ass in the air, waiting for his punishment was torture enough. The position she had him in made him feel both venerable and exposed. His hard limit was anal play. He had heard once that a prostate massage felt good, but he wasn't one for trying it out.
His ass stuck up in the air, his head lowered to the bench. She could only imagine how he felt right about now. Receiving the pain both felt exciting and
Nadia sat at the table nursing her steaming hot coffee while looking over the morning paper. She had her pen in hand, angrily crossing job postings out as she went, each one requiring some form of college education and the ones that didn't pay enough to keep the lights on. The phone that was sitting next to her buzzed the table, making her jump, before swiping the screen.A text message popped up from Slave. He had been texting her quite frequently after their scene three nights before. The excitement and anticipation for this weekend were growing. This weekend would be the first of many she would be spending at his house. It would be their first scene outside of the club. She only hoped things would go well."Mistress, May I ask what you are doing?" She read the message and rolled her eyes. He insisted they stay in character when speaking to one another; no other relationship was to form except for Slave and master. Truthfully, she was mo
The sound of rapid tapping on her door interrupted her shower. Nadia threw on a towel with her hair dripping wet; she rushed to the door. She was peeped through the door and saw Mr. Right. What in the Hell? How did he know where she lived?She unbolted the door to let him in, but before she could get the words out, he was grabbing her by the hair and pulling her towards him; his mouth was in a frenzy with hers. He was Both dominating her body and mind. God yes! Being controlled was what she needed. A man, not some little bitch boy. He kicked the door shut and picked her up, carrying her to her room.He Slammed her on the bed, her head in a whirlwind. She always knew he was a dominant man, and now she was about to find out how dominating he was. She laid obediently on the bed, biting into her bottom lip, anticipating his next move.He undid his tie from around his neck. With a smirk on his face." You think I'm an ass hat, do you?"She eagerly nodded her he
He plunged into her depths with his tongue, causing her to moan out. Nadia could only imagine what the neighbors would say; there was sure to be a noise complaint. Her apartment walls were paper thin. She bit into her lip to stifle the moan. But it was no use the more she squirmed to get away, the more he went deeper, causing her to moan even louder.When he was sure she was a panting mess, he plunged two fingers into her and circled her clit with his tongues; with the work of his skillful fingers, she was once again on the brink of her release."Please, Master, may I cum?" She barely got the words out; she wasn't sure how much more she could take. The dull aching turned into pain, her muscle clenching tighter; she could fill it boiling up inside her. It wouldn't be long before she'd spontaneously combust.Bending his fingers up, he massaged her G-spot. He could feel her muscles clenching and knew her orgasm was near."Cum for me."Those three words were a
The week dragged on slowly, with no calls or texts from Colton. It was like he fell off the face of the Earth. Nadia found herself checking her phone frequently, only to be strangely disappointed. She even went as far as texting him, nothing special, just a simple hi. Her efforts were a waste, It was Thursday, and there was still no reply.Ella called and begged for her to go out to dinner and a shopping trip. She tried to decline. In all honesty, she was pretty much broke, relying on her savings to get by, but Ella wouldn't hear of it.So now here she was, a Thursday night staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her roots dyed black to match her long black hair and worry lines on her face. She tried to cover her dark circle with foundation. Not having a job was taking its toll on her.She picked up her phone and checked her banking app, hoping she'd have enough to pay for dinner. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when the tot
Nadia stood in her doorway long after he was gone, her mind reeling with her thoughts. What the hell just happened? She didn't have time to process her thoughts entirely. Ella pulled up out front; Nadia could see her yellow slug bug from the doorway. Still dressed in her robe, she panicked and shut the door. Taking off in a full strive, Nadia ran into her room and threw off her robe. Then she threw on the first thing that she could find and ran back out the door, only to find Ella was blaring on the horn.Nadia quickly opened the passenger door and sat beside her friend."God, El, I was coming. You didn't have to blare on the horn."Ella looked in the rearview mirror at her reflection, reapplying a cherry red lip stain to her perfectly plump lips."Really, Nad, you should have been ready. We're going to be late."
She woke up in a dark room, only the beam of light from outside shown through the window. Her mind began racing. Oh God, Jack! She frowned. Looking around the room, she surveyed her surroundings. Nadia looked down at her hands, expecting them to be bound, only they were free. She ran her hands along with the silky black bed sheet. The cover was placed neatly over her, almost as if someone had taken care to tuck her in.If this were Jack's doings, he would have had her bound, hanging on the cross of Saint Andrews. So she could cross him off as her captor. Setting up from the bed, she placed her feet on the plush white carpet. The room was huge; it took her the same length of time to cross her entire apartment as it did to make it to the door. She wiggled the door, and it swung open, revealing a long dark hallway. The only light was shining on the other side of it, coming from a cracked door.
Nadia found herself tossing and turning all night. Her body was exhausted from lack of sleep. It was no surprise when she woke, to find the house empty. She finally found the kitchen after endless searching. A note taped to the fridge. Nadia,I trust you've slept well. I went for a jog and will be back soon. Help yourself to the fridge.Mr. Right.That man was a prude despite his sexy washboard abs. She took the note, crumpled it up, and threw it in the trash. Not feeling the least bit hungry, she opted for a breakfast bar set on the bar. She finished her bar just in time to hear the front door open.It took Colton no time at all to find Nadia sitting at the bar in his kitchen. Sweat pouring off of his bare chest.Nadia caught herself staring and bit her lip. She was forcing her eyes to meet his.
Chapter Twelve SpankedNadia felt both excited and nervous about the event that was about to take place. She bit her lip and attentively listened as he explained what he was going to do. His hands busily tied her into the pulley system, hanging from the ceiling. Her hands were bound in the air, but her feet were left planted firmly on the ground."Remember the safe word, Nadia," Colton said as his lips brushed her ear."Red," She breathlessly answered." Good girl, now I'm only going to spank you five times." He held the leather paddle in his hand and stroked it with his fingers. It was one of his less intimidating paddles, only the size of a ping pong paddle. It was sure to leave a good sting instead of a resounding thud."Nadia, so that we are clear, what did you do that caused you to get spanked?" Colton circled her, stopping to look