by Sara Fields
I heard him suck in a breath and I grew bolder. I allowed the fabric to slide down my arms, taking it as I bared myself and hanging it on the hook beside the door. I could almost feel his eyes on me, sliding up and down my body as I turned and showed him my bare bottom. I heard his soft footfalls before his fingers grazed against my naked skin.
He was extraordinarily gentle, and I leaned into his touch, very much enjoying figuring out who this man was now that we were alone, and no one could see either of us.
“You’re being so nice today,” I breathed.
“I don’t like having to be so harsh with you, baby girl. I’d much rather spoil you with gifts than to punish you in front of my people,” he whispered, digging his fingers into my hip lightly.
“Why did you then?” I pressed carefully.
He brushed my hair off my shoulders and kissed my shoulder, trailing soft kisses down the length of it. He sighed and turned me around to face him.
“I was hard on you because I had to be. I’ll explain more later tonight, but I need my people to view me as strong. They need to love me. At the same time though, they need to fear me and occasionally, that involves making an example for them to remember their place in my court,” he whispered.
I nodded and he took my chin into his fingers, pressing his lips gently against mine in a kiss so tender that my heart pulsed and my pussy tightened hard. When he pulled away, I felt flushed. I bit my lower lip and stared up into his dark eyes.
“You know, I like you like this,” I whispered.
“I’m glad, baby girl,” he answered.
I searched his faces for clues of what might come next and a playful glint appeared in his eyes.
“My favorite color is red. I had something special put aside for you before we arrived, and although it’s a shame to cover parts of this delicious little body, I want to see it on you,” he murmured, a husky drop in his voice revealing his own arousal. Boldly, I dropped my hand, brushing the back of it against his length. He was hard for me. I enjoyed knowing that.
“Keep that up, baby girl, and I’m going to have to fuck you before the day is over,” he warned.
“Promises, promises,” I replied teasingly, and he smirked knowingly. I pulled away from him, thoroughly relishing the seductive possessive glow in his eyes as he took my hand and pulled me toward the back of the shop.
The more time we spent together alone, the more comfortable I was becoming. I grinned as he pulled me along, excitement clear in his features. He reached for a box on the counter, tied with a satin purple bow. He untied it and carefully laid it open, before lifting the lid off to reveal a lacy red number. Curiously, I peered over his shoulder, watching and waiting for what he’d want next.
He lifted the bra first. It was thin and mostly sheer, but the delicate lace was swirled with a beautifully designed bouquet of roses. He handed it to me, and I put it on, clasping the tantalizing lingerie into place. Next, he handed me the panties and I saw that there wasn’t enough fabric to cover me.
As I pulled them on, I realized that they would leave my pussy bare. I slid the fabric up my thighs and the knowledge that I would be covered but still entirely exposed made my nipples harden and as thin as the bra was, I knew he would be able to see them. If there was any question in my mind that he couldn’t, they were dashed when he reached out for them. He pinched them softly through the lace and I gasped, closely my eyes at the unexpected touch as I finally pulled the panties into place.
My pussy throbbed and I was more aware than ever that it was bare. His fingers reached between my thighs and slid along the rampant wetness dripping from my folds and I shivered.
“Good girl. I like finding that you’re so very wet for me. Do you like these?” he asked warmly.
“I like them, Your Majesty,” I whispered.
“Would you like to come for me?” he pressed, finding my clit and circling it slowly. He was taunting me, and I didn’t care. I wanted what he offered, and I was going to take it.
“Please, Your Majesty,” I whimpered. “Oh, please.”
I tipped forward and he caught me, but his fingers never left my clit. He held me close to him, allowing me to use his strength to keep me standing even when my legs felt like they would give out beneath me. His touch was firm and expectant. It was gentle, but at the same time there was an element of dominance in the way that he pressed against my needy bud. He expected me to come for him and he wasn’t going to stop until I did.
I shook as I felt my pleasure build within me. It came on strong and fast for him and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Not that I wanted to.
I yearned for orgasm and he was going to give it to me.
My thighs started to quiver, and I knew my release was imminent.
I was going to come for him in the middle of a lingerie store.
I moaned and my hips swayed, but still his fingers kept at my clit. He teased me, varying the pressure and bringing me to the edge again and again until I whimpered with need.
“Please,” I begged.
“Come for me, baby girl,” he demanded.
My release tore through me, hot as a knife. I keened, pleasure making my toes curl and even as I tried to rein in my sounds, I knew it was hopeless. White scalding bliss blinded me, and I squeezed my eyes shut. My orgasm was hard and fast and when I finally came down from its pleasurable embrace, I was left warm and sated, at least for the time being.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, and I shivered with delight. He pulled his hand away and lifted it to my lips. His fingers were glistening with the evidence of my orgasm and I opened my mouth. He pressed them against my tongue, and I closed around them, cleaning him of every last droplet of my wetness. He watched me with almost a ravenous stare.
“Perhaps, if you continue to behave yourself, you may earn the privilege of coming on my cock later this evening,” he murmured tauntingly.
I licked my lips, enjoying the sweet taste of myself still on my tongue. My clit continued to throb and even though I’d just come for him, I couldn’t help craving the feeling of him between my thighs. He grinned and I was pretty sure he knew it too.
“Would you like to pick out a few more pieces of lingerie?” he asked.
I nodded, still too caught up in the afterglow of orgasm to speak. He didn’t push me. Instead, he took my hand and slowly led me throughout the store. He chose a few pieces, as did I. By the time we had thoroughly shopped the store, we had a small pile between the two of us for me to try on.
I tried on every last piece for him. Even in the ones that showed a lot of skin, the way he looked at me made me feel appreciated and more beautiful than ever. He picked his favorites in the end and so did I, and I found that much of our tastes coincided. His candor felt refreshing. He seemed relaxed and content with me and I found that I was too.
He left a thick pile of cash on the counter before he bagged the lingerie we’d chosen together.
“I’d like you to wear the red set for me underneath your dress, but I’d also like you to wear one other thing for me,” he said softly.
“What is that?” I asked, watching a bit nervously as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out another velvet bag like he’d done the night before. He opened it and produced another small plug, only this one had a marvelous ruby embedded in the stem.
My pussy pulsed hard. He gestured to the oversized ottoman in the middle of the store.
“Get on your knees on the ottoman, baby girl. Spread yourself open for me and show me how much you want to earn another reward,” he urged.
My breath left my throat. Still naked before him, I blushed thinking about how he wanted me to expose myself to him, how he wanted to see my naughtiest hole spread before him. I stood there before him for a long moment and he cleared his throat.
“Do you want your pretty little bottom spanked red to match your new panties, baby girl?” he threatened softly. Even though he was warning me that he expected obedience, I fou
nd that his threats made me burn hotter.
What would he do if I disobeyed? What if I wanted a spanking?
“Maybe,” I replied brazenly.
“Naughty girl,” he breathed, but the smile on his lips spoke to how very much he wanted to take me in hand too. He stalked slowly toward me and I took several steps backwards until the backs of my calves brushed against the ottoman. I had nowhere else to go and when I moved to sidestep the piece of furniture, he reached for me, swinging his arm around and grabbing the back of my neck. His grip was firm, but still gentle as he turned me around and pressed me down. I caught myself on the soft velvet.
“I want your knees on the ottoman,” he commanded. When I didn’t immediately obey, he spanked my bottom hard several times and I squeaked in surprise, both from pleasure and the quick unexpected sting.
I climbed up onto the ottoman. Using his other hand, he forced my thighs wider so that my pussy was on display for him. His fingers brushed against my sensitive folds, finding me utterly soaked for him.
“Look at this, sopping wet knowing that you’re about to get spanked and plugged for me. You like it when I have to punish you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I whispered, shivering hard as the residual ache from his palm throbbed, knowing that this wasn’t over. My pussy tightened too as I came to the realization that I had purposely instigated this. I wanted him to spank me and most of all, I wanted it to hurt.
He took the metal plug and dragged it along my pussy, pushing it into my entrance a number of times to ensure that it was thoroughly coated with my own wetness. Once he was sure that it was, he dragged the tip up the cleft of my ass and situated it on top of my bottom hole.
“I’m going to make this hurt, baby girl, because I want you to remember that I will always be willing to remind you that I am your king,” he murmured.
I stiffened and he was true to his word. He pushed the plug into me roughly and I cried out as a surge of pain raced up and down my spine until it settled deep in my core. I felt my thighs tremble as the ache gradually lessened, tentatively tightening myself around the metal toy and reliving the initial cruel sting of the innocent-looking plug.
His fingers returned to my pussy and I knew what he would find. I was even more soaking wet than before. He gently ran his fingers against my sensitive folds and as he toyed with me, I was left with the distinct impression that this wasn’t really a punishment for disobedience. This was a reminder that he could do with me what he wished and a lesson that I was thoroughly enjoying learning.
“Now spread yourself for me, baby girl. Show me that pretty little bottom hole,” he instructed, and I bit my lip as I reached back and took a hold of each cheek. I moaned with shame as I slowly spread myself open and presented my pussy and my bottom hole for him to see.
For a moment, he was silent, and I shivered with nervous anxiety, uncertain of what he might do next. I heard him rustling with something behind me and then I felt something warm and velvety press up against me. It was his cock and I keened as the realization washed over me.
When the head pushed gently against my entrance, I spread myself wider for him and edged backwards, but he quickly pinned me in place by grasping the back of my neck. My cheek pressed against the velvet softness of the ottoman and I stilled.
He rewarded me by thrusting into me very slowly. Already full and sore from the insertion of the plug, I cried out as his cock took ownership of my pussy. He was quite large and even though he was taking me gradually, it still hurt and still made my body throb with a confusing mixture of both pain and pleasure.
But I wanted it.
“I thought you were going to spank me,” I whispered.
“I decided that I wanted to fuck you instead, baby girl. I’ll teach you a lesson anyway, only it’s going to be with my cock,” he warned me, and I shivered hard.
He thrust all the way inside me, all while he had me pinned to the ottoman. His hold was strong and if I wanted to get away, I doubted that I could, but I didn’t want to.
I wanted to come on his cock. I wanted to come all over it.
He pulled out and then pushed back inside me.
“I’m looking at you, baby girl, on display for me with your plug in your naughty little bottom and my cock inside that pretty little pussy. You’re so full for me, aren’t you,” he said darkly, and I couldn’t help it as my entire body clenched around him. He groaned and I knew that he had felt it too.
He increased the pace of his thrusts just the tiniest bit, and the sound of my strangled moan of pleasure was far more shameful than I intended it to be. I blushed and he pistoned into me once, much harder and more roughly than before. My bottom hole clenched hard around the plug, reigniting the ache once more and my nipples peaked hard in response.
“Tell me, baby girl, would you like to come gently?” he asked, pumping in and out of me slowly and I moaned. I released my cheeks and pressed my palms against the velvet fabric underneath me. I didn’t move though because he had me right where he wanted me.
“No, Your Majesty,” I whimpered.
“How would you like it then, baby girl?” he questioned further.
“I want it rough, Your Majesty. Punish me with your cock,” I begged.
I don’t know where those words came from and I didn’t want to think about what they might mean. They were dirty and shameful and wrong, but they made my body simmer with delicious arousal that refused to be put out. I squeezed around him, wanting him to fuck me hard and hoping that he would. I wanted him to fuck me hard and I wanted him to make sure that it hurt.
Why was I like this? Why did I want to be used like this? Why did the image of him punishing me turn me on so intensely?
He thrust into me hard.
Fuck.
“By the time I’m through with you, baby girl, this little pussy is going to be sore. When I’m done, I’m going to watch as my seed drips down your legs. Then, I’m going to dress you and we’re going to continue to explore the kingdom, all while the evidence of our fucking dries on your pretty thighs,” he warned.
I trembled with arousal, needing everything he was about to give me.
I craved it. Every. Last. Inch.
His thrusts gradually increased as he started to take me just how he liked. I adored that he could be gentle with me if I wanted him to be, but right now, I needed something different. I needed it hard.
And he gave it to me. Out of nowhere, he slammed his hips into me so hard that I could feel him pound into my cervix and I keened.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“Does it hurt, baby girl?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I whimpered.
“Good.”
And he did it again. And again.
He fucked me so hard that it lurched me forward as he forced himself inside me, using my pussy as hard as he liked and as roughly as I wanted. I was already warm from the orgasm I had on his fingers, so it didn’t take very long at all for another to urge its way to the surface. I quivered with need, biting my lips as my body reluctantly took his entire length inside me. He held me down with one hand and used the other to squeeze my ass hard. Then he spanked it and my pussy practically convulsed around his cock.
“Don’t be shy, baby girl. I want to hear you scream for me,” he demanded, and my passion swirled heavily inside me. His thumb pushed against the end of the plug, pressing it in at the same time he thrust into me hard. My bottom hole clenched around the metal stem and nothing could have prepared me for how much passionate desire swelled within me after his shameful use of me.
He slammed into me over and over again and I bounced on his cock, pinned in place by his palm on the back of my neck and his thumb on top of the plug he’d punished my naughty little bottom hole with.
My release toyed with me, edging closer and closer until I know that it was going to be inevitable and it was going to be hard, but I was ready for it. I wanted it.
My inner walls fluttered around his cock, de
sperately clutching at him with everything inside me as my orgasm finally reared its head. Nothing could have prepared me for the way it coursed through me like a hurricane, devastating me from the very start.
I came hard for him over and over as he held me down, thoroughly mastering my pussy and my body with his cock. The more I came, the sorer I felt. My bottom hole tightened hard around the plug and I groaned as flashes of pain swirled through me and settled deep down in my core. My lower belly throbbed with need and my nipples pebbled hard.
“I want you to think about something, baby girl,” he growled, his voice hoarse with his own desire.
I was quiet as I waited for him, too distracted by the ridges of his thick length pushing in and out of my pussy over and over again as he drove me toward the edge of release once more.
“One day, baby girl, I’m going to fuck you. First, I’m going to make sure that your little pussy is sore from being made to come over and over again on my cock. But that’s not the only place I’m going to fuck that day. Can you guess where you’ll feel my cock after that?”
His thumb wiggled the plug in my bottom. Then he grasped the jewel and slowly pulled it out. He pushed it back in roughly and I moaned, even as my pussy grasped tightly around his cock.
“Where am I going to fuck you that day, baby girl?” he asked again, and shameful thoughts catapulted through me at his words. He couldn’t mean it, could he?
He punished me again with the plug, along with a firm thrust into my pussy.
“You’re going to fuck my ass, Your Majesty,” I cried out.
“That’s right, baby girl. I’m going to take that virgin hole and I’m going to fuck it hard. Think about that as you come for me now, do you understand?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I whispered.
It was impossible to focus on anything else. He claimed my pussy hard as if he owned it, leaving me sore and sorry and more thoroughly satisfied than any man ever had. He gripped the plug and fucked me with that too, ensuring that my pussy wasn’t the only sore place he used today.
