Oh, I have been a bad girl.
It’s easy to come to that conclusion the second I step inside my dimly lit living room. No sounds come from anywhere in the house. Instinctively I find myself gripping the leather of my purse a little bit harder.
When this is the scenario I come into when I arrive home, I can be sure that I made something to upset my master.
And he hates it when I’m clueless about the ways I’ve displeased him. He always makes sure I know what I’m being punished for. Alec knows exactly what to do to make me suffer in only the best ways I can think of. Even when the pain comes, I welcome it, embrace it, and get off on it.
With trembling hands and wobbly knees, I make my way up the stairs of the two-storey apartment, feeling the adrenaline starting to kick in. My heart is beating at a faster pace, I’m not sure what to expect when I, in slow but steady steps, approach the room.
Our playroom, where all the action takes place; where we can truly let go and feel like ourselves.
I face the open door, for a moment confused when I don’t see him. I go to step inside but a deep groan stops me dead in my tracks. My entire body stiffens, and a shiver rolls through my spine.
I understand the wordless command. I stop, I lower my head, and wait right where I am for my next order. Resistance means more punishment. It’s seen as a bratty move and just makes for the worst kinds of lessons.
“Do you know what you did, Sammy?” His voice is so deep, that it makes me tremble again, scared in a way for what’s to come but just as excited.
“No, sir.” I hear the steps around the room, the shuffle through some of the drawers but not in one moment I dare to look forward, look at him.
Again, I hear him walk, apparently after finding whatever he was looking for, a few steps in my direction, closer, closer, closer, until I can feel his imposing presence. The heat emanating from his big body and the smell of his expensive cologne engulfs me.
With my head down, I see the tips of his shoe-covered feet, the black leather suits his aura and fits his entire personality when he’s in the role of my Dom. Even with him so close to me, he doesn’t touch me, only his breathing caressing the top of my head, and I don’t look up, even if I’m dying to see the first glimpse of him after so many days away.
His hand on my chin, pulls up my head. I follow his lead and let him guide my look to wherever he wants it. It ends up being his eyes. Those dark green gemstones get me lost for a few seconds, and I realize I’m holding my breath trying to control every impulse wanting to take over my body.
I know that the moment I say the word, all this act will drop and he’ll be just Alec… just my husband, just the father of my child. No need for anything else, not one single excuse on my part, no questions asked.
But no. I want this. I want him like this.
He knows it just by looking into my eyes, I feel it when he snaps back into his role, the second I show him the answer.
“You’ve been bad, Sam.” He speaks, quiet, strong, confident, and very dominant. Just the way he knows it’ll make me want to crawl out of my skin with need.
“Sir?” I question. I dare. He doesn’t like it one bit.
The grip, until a few seconds ago gentle on my chin, now rests firmly on my neck, pressing, giving the smallest pressure, enough for a warning that it’s clear: don’t fuck with me tonight.
“Tell me, Sam, are you being so bad these last few days without me that you don’t know what I’m punishing you for? What else have you done wrong, my lovely?” Even though the voice is buttery soft, the danger emanating from every damn word makes my lungs struggle and the look in my eyes change.
There’s no way he knows. I’ve been careful.
The minute the thought crosses my mind, the look in his eyes tells me everything. The smirk slowly stretching his lips is wicked enough to take the rest of my breath away.
“You still think you can disobey me and I won’t know about it?” His voice is full of fake disappointment, and adrenaline pools in my stomach, I have no idea what are his plans for me tonight but if he knows what I did while he was away, I am in big, big trouble.
“Where do you want me, Sir?” I try to go straight to the point; the wait and anticipation is killing me, I can already feel the heat from between my legs, the need to be touched by him, having him so close and so far at the same time is maddening.
“So eager for her lesson.” He sounds pleased, I love it when he sounds pleased by me. My heart beats faster.
“I want to make you satisfied, Sir.” I look up at him through my lashes, faking all the innocence I can muster, reminding him just how this all started between us when I was just a little girl, so eager to make him happy.
“To the bed, take all your clothes off except for your underwear. Be a good girl for me.” With my lower lip stuck between my teeth, I do exactly what he says, even if I do take my time, slowly removing my dress, playing with my hair, and giving him a vision of my back before I remove my bra and get on the bed, on my knees, waiting for my next order.
Alec is in nothing but a gray pair of sweatpants. They show off his thick legs and I can already see the outline of his hard cock straining through his pants, showing me just how much he loves seeing me submit to his will.
He walks slowly to the bed, around and around, just watching me, mastering the art of making me feel like a prey about to be devoured by a wild animal just because I did something to provoke him.
“Do you know why you’re being punished, Sammy?” I swallow thickly before I answer.
“Yes, Sir, I do.”
“And why is it?” He keeps walking around and only stops when I take my time to open my mouth.
My Master hates to wait, he’s an impatient man. And by making him wait, I’ll only add to my torture.
“I touched myself without your permission.” His growl is both satisfied and frustrated at the same time, he doesn’t move an inch closer to me, and his eyes never leave mine.
“And why did you disobey me?” he demands. I shudder at his serious expression, his hard voice.
“Because I needed to come,” I answer honestly since he’s always had his way of knowing when I’m lying or doing something without his knowledge, this just proves my point.
Again, he moves. His steps are quiet and slow, on his hands is rope, red, and very familiar to me between our sessions. With ease he climbs the bed, dragging his knees on the soft silk of the black sheets until our faces are only inches apart. His lips, red, soft and so skilled, are the best and worst kind of temptation. Our noses brush, and I feel his hot breath on my face, awaking goosebumps all over my body, on the verge of starting to beg to feel more of him.
“Lie down.” This time I immediately obey. His big body comes up, and both hands take their sweet time roaming up and down my body, feeling my skin. His head bends down as he takes a deep breath right at the crick of my neck, drowning in the scent of my perfume, earning a whimper from me when his lips brush the sensitive spot on my neck where his mouth leaves a kiss, followed by a strong, firm bite that has me arching my back towards him. My hands go to grip his shoulders on a thoughtless move and without any kind of warning I end up with both of my wrists pinned up by my head, his whole muscled body pressing mine to the mattress, each move stealing me from every bit of oxygen left in my lungs.
He’s quick tying me to the headboard with the red rope, keeping me now at his mercy, spread out for him like his own personal feast.
I feel my panties wet, maybe even leaking out from the thin lace and onto my thighs, already making a mess, and we’re not even started.
“Since you wanted to come so badly you had to disobey me, nothing fairer than waiting a little bit longer to do it again, right? Since you’re so satisfied with all your playing during the last three days.” I almost want to cry and beg. Orgasm deprivation is, in my experience, the worst kind of punishment. He makes a point of getting me worked up, wet, limp, and painfully denies me what I want most.
“Please, Sir.” I whimper trying to keep my legs closed when he comes to stay in the middle of them. My struggle is not of any help. Alec quickly positions himself, one hand squeezing my nipple so hard, that my back arches again and I can’t contain the moan from slipping free.
It’s like the whole wait has now come to an end. His touches move fast, from one place to the other, all the little spots he knows make me melt and cry out. The firm grips on my breasts, the hard tugs on my nipples, that wicked mouth tracing a line between my stomach and down to my belly but never far enough to make it to where I’m aching for him.
I’m soaked. My chest moves faster and faster the more he explores and I almost cry in relief when I see him take the wand from the drawer near the bed.
But as fast as the relief came, it goes away when I also see the blindfold he holds, paired up with the most wicked smirk I’ll ever see in my life.
He doesn’t say a thing while he puts the blindfold on my eyes, everything going dark and me having to rely only on my hearing to know what’s going on around me.
I know he moves. I listen carefully to the slow buzz of the pink wand coming to life and wait what feels like an eternity to feel that contact with my skin.
It starts on my neck, goes down to my nipples, circling each one, leaving its buzzing sensation behind then moves down again, to my belly, to my lower abdomen, provoking me, forcing my hips up and down to meet the vibration and take it to where I need it but he has the full control; enough to drive me crazy.
“Are you so eager to be pleased, my baby girl? Is that why you’re searching for my touch like a dirty slut?” I whimper when the head of the wand grazes my clit even through the material of my underwear. I’m so pent up I’m afraid I’ll come the second I feel something on my clit. Fuck the penetration, I just want to come.
“Please, Sir, I want to come.” I whine like a baby. I hear his deep laugh and that makes my body tremble again.
A loud moan escapes me when the wand is pressed precisely where I need it to be. My hips go wild, my nails claw at the rope, and the sudden stimulation feels painful but in the best way possible. Feeling the orgasm nearing, his grip on my hip is bruising. I can just imagine his face, loving the way I move when I am denied an orgasm, chasing, desperate, capable of doing anything to get there.
“Are you sorry you made yourself come, little one?” He chooses this moment to take away the wand. I cry out, a frustrated noise showing just how I feel inside. My clit throbs with need. My panties are completely soaked now.
“I’m sorry, Sir, please, I’m sorry,” I beg, on the verge of tears. The vibrator comes back to my clit, this time on a stronger setting and I think this time he can’t command my orgasm, I’m so close, I’ll come before he even has the time to tell me not to or take it away from me.
Just when that thought crosses my mind, again, like a mind reader, he takes it away and this time I do cry. I feel the tears slide down my cheek, and I rub my feet down the sheet. It feels like my body has a mind of its own, even after years of being a Sub, certain things we never get used to.
“Jesus, look how soaked you are for me, baby, oh shit.” His fingers slide down my wet center, to the sticky mess I’ve made. Even the smallest touch sends me flying.
“Are you going to squirt for your master tonight?” I nod, desperately, even though it only actually happened on very few occasions and I’m not sure I’ll be able to.
He rips the panties from my body before I can even register what’s going on. He’s fast on getting down and lowering me into his mouth, devouring me with so much hunger and frustration I’m positive it’s too much for me to bear. I try getting away from his mouth but his hands are on a firm grip on my thighs making me powerless to him. His tongue spreads my pussy lips apart, and he licks every edge, like a starveda man, groaning at my taste, at the way I move, trying to get him closer and further all at the same time.
I’m about to come, I feel it so close. I hold my breath. I grip the ropes. I press myself onto him…
And then nothing.
He moves away. I can’t see him, I feel his hands still, but his mouth is away from me. His labored breathing tells me he’s getting to his breaking point. It’s harder when he’s been gone for days and missed me just as much as I’ve missed him.
“Tell me, are you ever going to disobey me on that again?” I don’t even need to think before answering.
“No, Sir, I’ll be a good girl, please make me come, please.” Fucking finally I feel him move again, faster, almost desperate. It’s a few seconds before I can feel the blunt head of his cock against my opening and he slams inside in one hard thrust that makes my body move up and the loudest scream leaves my throat.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight, god damn it.” The hard and fast pounding makes me go up and down, a trip between heaven and hell. Hands, mouths, a mess of so many sensations I can’t make out in the deep haze of the effect this man has on me.
My walls tighten around his dick, and he hisses, struggling to move inside me, forcing his way in, hitting me in the most delicious spot, making my eyes roll back and the orgasm that I’m being denied ever since I got home seems to be approaching in full force, harder than anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Oh, my God, I’m gonna come, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes..” I throw my head back in a silent, breathless scream, my mind going blank and all I can feel is his cock going in and out and in a rush of mind-melting pleasure I finally come. I soak Alec, the sound of his thrusts get wet and I squirt so much I lose all my ability to remember anything but the man making me feel this way.
With a final loud, sexy beyond words groan, Alec comes, deep inside of me, breeding my pussy, adding to the mess on the sheets under us.
Both of us exhausted, my throat hurting and breath out of control, I can only stay still, waiting for him to untie me and the second he does, my arms go around his neck and I hold him as close as I can.
Now just like Sam and Alec, husband and wife, he has a sweet look back on his eyes, only love shining on them.
I think just how fucking lucky I am to be his bad girl.