Reward

“You did well, baby girl. You deserve a reward.” He breathed against my cheek. His hand cupped my breast, the thumb rubbing small circles on the nipple. It drove me crazy, the roughness of his thumb on the sensitive nub. He pinched the peaked nipple, and I cried out from the sudden sharp painful pleasure.

It was too much and yet, I wasn’t enough. I wanted him, all of him. The way I craved him scared me, but not enough to come to my senses. I bucked against his thigh, rubbing myself against him. I needed the release.

“Hold on there.” He pressed my hips away from him. A mewl of disappointment escaped my lips I didn’t recognize this wanton girl. Was this me? Desperate for him. I wanted him to throw me on the bed and fuck me into oblivion.

Instead he got up and he beckoned me to follow him which I did, like an obedient puppy. Only when he went over to the stocks did I stop and look at him in bewilderment. He said I deserved a reward. Did he lie and he was going to punish me? He lifted the