Sara’s hands shook ever so slightly as she moved to remove the robe that now covered her lacy little underlings.
“Stand up,” I said.
She complied, swaying ever so slightly as she dropped the robe and stood before me in the cheap motel lingerie. It was completely see-through, and I felt my erection come to life over the sight of Sara in the cheap lacy nothings before me.
God, if she wasn’t dressed like the little whore I wanted her to be.
The fact that she had recognized that in her own actions and done it for me had me wanting to pin her down and claim her submission to me now. She always had me chomping at the bit trying to control myself.
“Come here,” I said, motioning for her to come closer.
Sara stepped towards me with no lack of hesitation. I could see the goosebumps on her body from the cool dark of the empty house. I was pleased to see her nipples were hardening as well.
Wrapping my hands around her hips, I pulled her into my lap, lazily drawing circles with my finger around her inner thigh, cruelly.
“This is probably going to make me sound like a dick,” I drawled, letting my words slur ever so slightly. “But I can’t shake the image of you tied up in this lingerie.”
Sara stiffened for a moment, and I thought I might have gone too far. Instead, she leaned into me, her face pressing against my neck and said “Would you like to see it again?”
I wrapped my arms around her, grinding her against the hardness in my lap so she could see what her words had done.
Sara laughed, quietly.
Tightening my grip on her, I moved my mouth to the back of her neck before speaking. “Do not laugh like you have power over me because of this.” My voice was nothing more than a growl.
Sara froze, but had no lack of attitude in her voice when she said “I made that happen.”
I chuckled, darkly.
“Pretend you have power here again, and tonight you’ll find yourself consenting to being fucked in that pretty little ass of yours,” I threatened, plucking the small bottle of lube that was still in her panties and dropping it in her lap.
Her eyes widened, then narrowed lustily. Hmm. That might be an interesting point of discussion later.
Later, I muttered internally. I needed to stop thinking like that.
I shook my head as if I might physically shake away the thought.
“Now get your ass upstairs and go pick out what bed I’m going to tie you to,” I said, nipping at her earlobe and forcing her to stand.
Sara grabbed the bottle of bourbon and made her way to the staircase, swaying gently.
The second her cute little ass disappeared up the stairs, I moved to the garage looking for a toolset of some sort. Rope or something would be ideal.
A quick search of the garage didn’t turn up any rope, but I did find a nice roll of duct tape that I figured we could have a little fun with. I made my way upstairs, finding Sara in the master bedroom where she was sitting on the bed and sipping bourbon straight out of the bottle.
“Set it down,” I said, walking up to her and pulling the duct tape from behind my back.
Her eyes widened, and she immediately set the bottle down as her cheeks began to flush.
“Lie down,” I instructed, watching the delicate pink flush crossing her chest. She looked ready to do anything that I asked.
In an instant, Sara was on her back with everything on display through the flimsy filter of her slutty motel underwear. God, I wanted to fuck her until she cried.
“Do you have anything else you want to confess to?” I asked, crawling over her before beginning to wind the tape around her wrists and the headboard. It would be a slow process to take this off later without hurting her, but I knew we could manage it.
When I looked down at Sara after I had secured her wrists, I realized that her face was now a deep crimson and she wasn’t making eye contact with me.
“Sara?” I asked, expectantly.
“I touched myself,” Sara said, pursing her lips. “In the shower.”
My dick was hardening again, and I didn’t know how much longer I could ignore it. We hadn’t even gotten to this part of her training, and she was already confessing when she touched herself.
I wanted to fucking destroy her in the best way possible.
“Did you finish?” I asked, voice firm even though I was absolutely delighted by this new development.
Sara nodded, and I almost fucking took her right there.
“Without my permission?” I asked, keeping my tone of voice disappointed.
Sara shook every so delicately in response. Her eyes were distant and lusty.
“Yes,” she admitted.
I was going to have so much fun making her beg.
“You’re just begging to be punished, aren’t you?” I said, lacing my words with the dominance I planned to exert over her by the end of the night.
Sara swallowed, raising her eyes to meet mine.
“How do you want to be punished?” I asked, pinning her eyes with mine. “Pleasure, pain, or humiliation?”
Sara continued to shake, ever so slightly. Her breathing was coming more frantically.
“Silence means all three,” I said, scolding her and raising my eyebrows. “If you keep refusing to answer me, you’re going to find your punishment for such insolence spread across days,” I threatened.
Sara’s cheeks flushed, and I took that as my cue to start pleasuring her. Dropping between her legs, I pinned her thighs down with my arms before beginning to kiss her through the flimsy lace of her panties.
She exhaled sharply, beginning to squirm in response to my lips on her.
“God with how thin this is, I could probably get you off without taking them off at all,” I murmured against her before running my tongue over her core through the fabric.
She shuddered in response, clearly agreeing.
Loving the way her body shook, I continued kissing and licking her through the lace while she continued to moan and tremble beneath my touch.
The way her breasts thrust forward as her back arched in response to the pleasure was a god damn sight to see, and I was honored to be enjoying it.
Growing impatient and wanting to show her how pleasure could be punishment, I pulled the crotch of her panties aside, burying my face in her before working a finger into her and beginning to finger her while she bucked and whined, unable to move away from the source of pleasure.
Her moans were growing more insistent and needy as I continued to devour her, working another finger in to really push her along. Before long, I could feel her beginning to clench around my fingers as her desperate cries continued to fill the room.
Now, I thought, running my tongue over her slowly before pulling out of her and sitting up.
The frustrated groan as the source of her pleasure was cruelly taken away had me wanting to fuck her more than ever, but instead I forced an amused laugh.
“Ryder—“ she hissed.
Brazen little thing was going to get herself in a state of orgasm denial all night if she didn’t watch those tones. At this point, I was sure I would do anything necessary to win her trust back over if she couldn't handle the denial.
“Ah-ah,” I chided. “You do not make demands.” I said, running my hand teasingly over her core.
She whined in response, and I fought the urge to just crawl on top of her then.
“Now you’re lucky that I’m not going to do this to you all night,” I threatened, watching the flush return to her cheeks as I continued to run my hand gently between her legs.
“But now that you’re thoroughly aching there, I think it’s time we move onto pain,” I said, chuckling.
Sara tensed, her breathing quickening again. I grabbed Sara by her hips, easily flipping her over onto her stomach.
Her ass tensed, clearly know what was coming, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Do you consent to being punished?” I asked, running my hand across the perfec
t curve of her ass.
Sara nodded, burying her face into the bed.
God, I loved the sight of that.
“Good girl,” I said, making no effort to quiet the sound of my belt slipping out of the loops. No, I wanted her to hear it. I wanted her to anticipate what was coming.
Sara began to shake again as her body anticipated the pain she knew she needed and deserved for her actions.
I stood up, leaning over her to pull her slutty little motel panties up ever so slightly so that the bottom curve of her ass was bare. Sara groaned in humiliation, but the lusty quality held solid in her voice as she buried her face into the pillow more.
“You were denied your pleasure for pleasing yourself without my permission,” I said, knowing that the punishments matching her crimes would set her off the deep end that much more. “Now, before you ever use my money again without permission, I want you to remember the sting of this belt and think twice about your actions.”
Sara’s body trembled in anticipation of the first blow.
When I brought the belt across Sara’s exposed ass, she yelped, her ass tensing from the blow. Still, the way her hips bucked against the mattress and the lilt at the end of her yelp let me know that it was exactly what she wanted from me in this moment.
After five blows to the same spot, I could tell that she had learned her lesson from the gentle quivering of her body. I hadn't exactly been gentle with the belt, and it was becoming more obvious that she was starting to feel it.
I ran my hand over the freshly reddened flesh, causing Sara to gasp.
“Do you want your orgasm, baby girl?” I drawled, continuing to run my hand over the heated skin with an unparalleled gentleness.
Sara whimpered, nodding in response. She was so fucking hot like this, exhausted and weak and turned on and punished.
“Alright,” I said, sliding my hand between her legs and beginning to play with her. I wanted to show her exactly how much pleasure I could bring her.
The sight of her moaning and arching as I fucked her with my hand had me getting harder with each passing second. I continued to slam my fingers into her, watching her tense and squeal each time I hit the right spot. I could tell from the tension between her legs that she was getting close again.
“Sweetheart, you didn’t forget the last part of your punishment, did you?” I asked, gently.
Sara’s moans faded into a whine as she took in my words.
“Beg for it,” I commanded, continuing to pump my fingers in and out of her.
She was writhing in response, my words pushing her closer and closer.
When she didn’t respond immediately, I slowed my pace. With a frustrated groan, she began to shake again. I would play this game all night if I had to. Nothing was going to stop me from hearing her beg me to let her finish.
“Please,” Sara said quietly.
I laughed, slowing my rhythm even more. She was going to have to do much better than that. That was pathetic.
“Please,” she said, a little more insistently. I picked up the pace ever so slightly. It was obvious that she was just as turned on by this as she was embarrassed.
“Please what?” I asked, feigning innocence. She wasn’t going to get out of doing this.
“Please let me finish,” Sara said, the begging finally slipping into her tone.
My dick was already hard, and I was beginning to be afraid I might not be able to hold out much longer.
“Please, Ryder,” Sara whimpered, and I couldn’t wait for it any longer. The sound of my name on her lips while she begged me to let her finish was too much.
I pulled my fingers from her, leaving her crying out in frustration again before I pushed my jeans down and grabbed my aching cock, aligning it with her entrance.
Her breathing was downright frantic and the look of relief that slid across her face as I lined up with her was fucking amazing.
I laughed as she groaned in shame from how easily I slid into her, forcing myself in slowly, inch by inch. Down to the hilt. God, she was so fucking wet. She loved this.
Immediately, I began thrusting into her at a steady pace before starting to press deeper and harder into her. Sara’s moans damn near finished me off, but I resisted. Instead, I slid one hand to her side, over her stomach, rocking with the momentum of my thrusts, and between her legs to rub her clit as I took her.
The pathetic noises as I took control of her were absolutely fucking amazing.
“Beg for it, sweetheart,” I commanded, working her closer and closer to her orgasm.
Be it from desperation to finish or fear of being denied again, she started begging me to let her finish like her life depended on it, and I used it as a prime opportunity to whisper “good girl” as she came for me.
She screamed in ecstasy as I felt my cock pulse every bit of cum inside her body.
Fifteen
Sara
I woke up still feeling groggy, but too restless to stay asleep. Beneath a heavy blanket of last night’s whiskey, I felt a dull soreness in almost every muscle. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It was a pain that you earned, and were proud of. Ryder was still completely unconscious next to me, and I found my mind drifting to the previous night’s events. Everything was a haze of alcohol and my cries of pleasure.
Ryder had been merciless the night before, taunting me as he continued to torment my body until we both fell asleep from pure exhaustion at the end of the night. I bit my lip, imagining his hands on me as he tore orgasm after orgasm from my body. With a shudder, I decided it was time to get up and start moving before my hands started drifting down my body over the memories of Ryder’s cruel pleasure, earning me another punishment at his hands.
When I sat up, the soreness in my ass had me damn near hissing from the shock of it. That pain was not as subtle. Unfortunately, it did nothing to stop me from thinking more and more about Ryder’s hands on me as he punished and pleasured me all night long.
Standing up, I made my way out of the bedroom, deciding to do a little exploring of Ryder’s childhood home. Someone else owned it now, but surely I could try and figure out what kind of place this had been for Ryder, how he might have passed the time.
The house didn’t look like it had been remodeled, and I felt that this was probably similar to what it looked like for Ryder growing up. It was a nice house. I tried to imagine a younger version of Ryder wandering these halls.
Restlessness had me moving around the house trying to catch any glimpse of insight into who Ryder had been, and had me wishing with utter desperation that it still looked as it had when he was a child.
Before he lost it, I thought, frowning.
“What are you doing?” Ryder’s voice said from behind me, a little sharply.
Clearly someone wasn’t a morning person.
“Exploring,” I responded, turning to face him. “Good morning.”
Ryder was sleepy and mussed in a way that had me wanting to tackle him and beg him to take me like he had the night before, but the scowl on his face deterred that course of action.
“This isn’t your home to explore,” Ryder said, coldly, as his eyes landed on me.
Okay, what was his deal?
“Just surveying our hideout,” I said, bristling in response to his tone. This was not how I wanted my morning to start, and it took all I had to not remind Ryder that this wasn’t his home to explore either.
“Whatever,” Ryder said, disappearing into the kitchen.
At this point, I was already annoyed enough with him. I knew that this was a sensitive area, and I knew that we were in a really bad situation, but his turning on me and acting like a dick wasn’t going to help with anything.
I was getting mighty sick of his attitude changes. Rolling my eyes, I sat down on the couch and stared at the ceiling. If Ryder had seen this display of utter annoyance, I’d already be bent over his lap to pay for it.
I shook my head. I refused to give him the satisfaction of getting me turned on when he
was acting like such an ass.
Lying on the couch, I listened to Ryder rustling about in the kitchen. A part of me wanted to investigate, but I was still too irritated with him to look at his face or risk coming into contact with his shitty attitude again.
Finally, Ryder emerged from the kitchen carrying two plates with frozen waffles on them. It would appear that during our stay, the primary food source would be frozen foods.
The sharpness seemed to have left his gaze, but his shoulders still held a certain coiled tension that suggested he was still working over whatever his deal had been this morning.
“Breakfast,” Ryder said, handing me a plate.
“Thank you,” I said, accepting it and greedily eating the first waffle as if it was toast.
Ryder mumbled a brief “you’re welcome” as he sat next to me and began eating his waffles.
We continued to eat in silence for a minute before Ryder cleared his throat.
“I’m sorry that I snapped at you,” Ryder said, evenly.
“Good,” I said, continuing to not meet his gaze. I might get punished for such insolence, but it’d be worth it.
“You’re only getting away with that because I put you in this mood,” he said, voice slipping into that low dominant tone again. “Otherwise, I can assure you that you would be paying for that response.”
I froze, breathing in deeply in response to the tone, but continued to focus on eating my breakfast.
He was not going to distract me by seducing me. He was acting like a jerk, and I refused to just let him get away with his irritability.
We continued to eat in silence.
“My dad died when I was fifteen,” Ryder said, and I felt my stomach drop. Oh. That explained the attitude. Now I felt like a jerk for being so easily baited by it.
“I’m sorry,” I said, raising my eyes to meet his. The regret in my eyes must have been clear, because he smiled and rustled my hair.
“Don’t be,” Ryder said, gently. “You didn’t know.”
“What happened?” I asked hesitantly. I didn’t know if he was going to open up to me or shut down completely.
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