Bound to be Punished: Part I (Bound to be Punished Series) (5 page)

              “Open your mouth,” he ordered her, “and don’t question me. Surely you haven’t forgotten how to serve your master.”

              A thrill shot through her as his words fell on her ears, and a shot of adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her master, oh yes, she hadn’t forgotten his kinky games. This she could handle, though, being blind folded and bound with silk was arousing and she opened her mouth willingly, anticipating his warm, hard cock.

              “Good girl,” he groaned as he slid his erection into her eager, hot mouth, pushing himself as deep as she could comfortably take him. Her control over her gag reflex was literally mind-blowing, and she took him deep in her mouth and down her throat, sliding her mouth rhythmically up and down the length of his shaft, “that’s right, take your master’s cock.”

              Whatever sassy comment she might have had for him, he’d accomplished his desire when he filled her mouth with his hard, throbbing length: she was utterly silenced, her tongue working around the head of his cock, up and down his shaft. Charles tangled his fingers through her head, groaning in sublime pleasure as she performed fellatio on him. The woman was a minx with her tongue and lips, caressing him expertly and with innate adoration; he groaned, “god, you’ve always loved my cock, haven’t you?”

              Pulling away from her, he reached for a condom and instructed her to turn around, to kneel on the bed again. With the condom in place, he knelt on the bed behind her, enjoying the view of her pussy and buttocks from behind; he took hold of her by the hip with one hand and gripped her bound wrists with the other, lining her up with the tip of his penis.

              “Beg for me to take you, my little concubine,” he ordered her, caressing her swollen pussy with the head of his cock. He rubbed himself from her throbbing clit to her dripping opening and back again, slow and slick with her juices, “tell me what you want from me.”

              Her whole body tingling and alight with sensation, Anne groaned as he continued to hold her and tease her, intentionally working her up but denying her satisfaction. “Char--” he smacked her sharply just once on the buttock, and she swiftly corrected herself, “Master,” she intoned, subservient and entreating, “my pussy is just aching,” she pushed back slightly, rubbing herself against him, “I need your cock to fill me up.”

              Relinquishing his hold on her wrists, he gripped her with both hands and plunged the entire length of his cock inside her, filling her entirely with one smooth stroke. She gasped sharply, losing her balance and ending up face down on the bed, but Charles didn’t relent. Once he was inside her again, he began thrusting long and hard, forcing his cock as deep into her as he could go. Each thrust elicited another moan from her, and he began slowing down to stave off his own orgasm as she writhed and undulated beneath him.

              “Don’t stop,” she panted, trying to renew their more fevered pace, “please don’t stop, I’m so close,” she begged softly. Her pussy was throbbing, swollen and hot, impaled deep on the length of his shaft, stretched around the base of his cock.

              Leaning over her, he lifted her, supporting her from the shoulders, and continued to thrust inside her slowly as he kissed her back and neck, nuzzling her lovingly. “Savor this,” he ordered her softly, stroking slower than ever, “I’ll ravish you all weekend, Anne, but do not cum yet. You know what will happen if you disobey me.”

              “But you swore --”

              “And I
am
being gentle,” he reminded her, leaning back to take hold of her hips again as he changed the angle of his penetration, “you can feel how gently I’m fucking, can’t you?” He continued stroking casually inside her as he spoke, “just listen to me, and it will stay like this.”

              He was near to orgasming himself, though, and the throbbing that resonated from the shaft of his cock to his balls was becoming harder to ignore. Clenching his jaw tightly, he continued to maintain his slow, steady pace, penetrating her over and over and over again. Each moan confirmed what he already knew, that her pussy was throbbing and hot with desire, ready to orgasm the moment he permitted her, but he continued.

              “How badly do you want to cum?” he asked her, forcing himself to resist the urge to pound into her hard and fast, to find the satisfaction he’d been denied for four months.

              Her response was unintelligible at first, but she cleared her throat and managed to gasp, “Badly, master. Please, cum with me, let me cum.”             

              With a satisfied groan, he ran one hand down her back while he continued to hold her with the other, watching as his length slid into her. She was going wild, desperate to create more friction between them, but he continued to take her slowly for several moments.

              “You take it so beautifully,” he groaned; his pace was gradually increasing, and the additional friction put him on edge, his balls tight and ready to spill their seed. “Oh yes,” he growled as she throbbed more strongly, the rhythm between them steady and fast, getting harder and harder until both were panting and groaning, the sounds of slapping flesh filling the room.

              “Cum,” he ordered her, feeling his cock begin pulsing hard as he hit the point of no return. That single word was the only encouragement she needed, and Anne felt her whole body explode with sensation as he began orgasming inside her. The rhythmic throbbing of his cock was matched by the convulsions of her inner walls, and an intense orgasm rolled over her.

              When they began to come down from their mutual peaks, Charles kissed her tenderly on the back of the neck before withdrawing his softening penis. Her fingers and toes still twitched intermittently with little aftershocks of energy, and she felt very pleasantly as if a thousand little electric tingles were dancing over her skin. Reaching down, he neatly untied her arms, releasing her as he reached up and untied the blindfold as well. She blinked in the low light, her eyes adjusting quickly, and rolled to her side to gaze lovingly at him.

              “That was very intense,” she said softly, and he smiled, leaning down to kiss her on the lips just once before he headed over to the bathroom to remove his condom.

              “It was,” he agreed, coming back to her, “I’m sorry I didn’t last longer; four months of celibacy can do that to man; especially when the woman is as… entrancing as you.

              And now, will you spend the night with me? We could take a shower,” his eyes flicked over her suggestively, a wry grin at the corner of his mouth, “I could ravish you again before dawn, and they serve a delicious breakfast. Room service?”

              With the jitteriness of her orgasm still lingering, she could only laugh softly and shake her head and the thought of another round, “You’ll be the death of me,” she assured him, but the thought of staying the night was highly appealing.

              She’d lost her panties at some point, and her bra had come off as well, but her thigh-high stockings remained, and she smiled as he watched her remove them, rolling each one off neatly. When she was fully nude, she stood, bare and beautiful before him, “well my lord,” she leaned up and gave him a warm, sultry kiss, then pulled away, “do lead the way.”

            
 
Charles grinned, knowing he was ever closer to unlocking his darkest desires...

             
Stay tuned for part two of the
“Bound to be Punished”
series by S.P. Miller.