Soaking in sweat, panting, my wetness drenching the spot where I was restrained, Patrick’s fingers still inside me taking me to the edges of pleasure again and again. He had given up on the wand a half hour before.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it Princess?” I nodded enthusiastically feeling another rush of ecstasy surrounding his fingers. I let out a loud, grunting moan. “I didn’t quite hear you,” he was smiling with a devious smile, “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Between my moans, grunts, and gasping for breath I managed to get out, “Yes!” Patrick leaned in closer to my face making sure our eyes met, “You’re forgetting your manners, little slut.” I closed my eyes getting lost in wave after wave of earth shattering orgasms. Suddenly I feel Patrick’s free hand grab my face forcing me to look at him. “Don’t make me repeat myself!” His commanding voice sent another shockwave through me. I knew if he had to repeat himself the consequences would be great. “Yes… yes… yes Sir!” I managed to eek out. His chuckle assured me I said the right thing, but the look on his face let me know he wasn’t exactly pleased. “Yes Sir…? I need you to finish it Princess.” Swallowing hard, I shut my eyes to get lost in another orgasm when I felt the sting of his hand on my face. I opened my eyes to see him smiling, but I knew he wasn’t pleased. “Yes, Sir… this... this is what I wanted.” He kissed me hard as I came once again, moaning into his mouth. He slowly slipped his fingers out of me and ended the kiss. “Now that’s my good girl. And I know you can take so much more.” Patrick stood up and undid my leg restraints. Crawling up on the bed he positioned himself at my entrance. Sticking his tip in, my body shuddered at the intimate connection with his. Slowly he pushed himself into me making my entire body quiver. “Keep still Princess,” he said mockingly as his pace quickened. The pure elation I felt from our connection was better than anything I had ever felt before. It was as if with every orgasm I became tighter and tighter causing his moans to ring out in a flurry of profanities. “Your pussy is so tight for me Princess, isn’t it?” “No,” I moaned, shaking my head back and forth. Grasping my throat in his hands, applying pressure ever so delicately he thrust himself into me with enough force to make me cum. “What was that you said? Your pussy isn’t tight for me? You’re just being difficult for the sake of being difficult.” He loosened his grip on my neck and thrust into me again. “No Sir,” I whimpered, “It’s not my pussy, it’s yours.” A huge, pleasing smile swept across his face as he continued thrusting into me faster and harder. “That’s right Princess, this is my pussy isn’t it? I own every inch of it!” My back arched as he hit a spot so deep within me I came harder than I had previously. At the same moment I felt him fill me up as he came hard, shaking, before collapsing on the bed next to me. Now both drenched in sweat and absolutely exhausted, Patrick reached up to undo my wrist restraints. Pulling me close into his chest, he rubbed my back and held me tight. “You are so amazing Princess! I am so proud of you!” He kissed the top of my head as I buried my face into his chest. “Thank you, Sir.” I heard him chuckle once more, “Oh by the way, you can move now.”
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I sat on my heels hands behind my back, just the way Patrick liked. I slowly opened my mouth and heard his chuckle.
"Now, I didn't say for your to open your mouth just yet did I Princess?" I felt his hand on my chin lifting it up slightly, "But you are so very beautiful when you're ready to please me." The sound of him unzipping his pants tugged at the core of my essence. I wanted him, I needed him, and I was going to do anything to make sure he knew it. Gathering my hair in one hand I felt the head of his hardness circling my lips before he dipped his cock slowly in my mouth. My tongue danced around the tip as I licked it hearing him moan. Nothing turned me on more than hearing him moan because of me. Placing my tongue at the very tip, I began to suck. His hands wrapped around my hair tightly as he slowly forced himself further inside my mouth. I felt his hardness grow as he began fucking the back of my throat. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I gagged. His moans filled the room and it became my only focus. Nothing else mattered but his pleasure, his moans. Not the wetness between my legs, not the lack of oxygen, not the slight sharp pain as random strands of my hair were pulled out of my head. After the nice gift he gave me at dinner it was the least I could do for him. Abruptly he pulled himself out of my mouth and I gasped for air as he did the same. "God Princess, you are such a hungry little slut aren't you?" "Yes Sir," I said before he shoved himself back inside my mouth. I knew he was close to orgasm, he was fucking my throat harder and faster. I gagged louder, but soon his moans of pure extacy drowned out any other noise in the room as I felt his warm cum fill my mouth and drip down the back of my throat. His taste was indescribably delicious as it always was. "Wow, that was amazing Princess! You are such a good girl, when you want to be. Now get on the bed." I jumped up with eager anticipation and laid face up on the bed. Patrick took my blindfold off and looked deep into my eyes as he rubbed my cheek gently with appreciation. He placed the blindfold on the nightstand and made his way around the bed locking me into my restraints. "Now this is how I'm going to guarantee you don't move." A sly smirk swept across his face as he sat next to me on the bed. Moving his hands across my body, I gasped as he kissed my breast before giving my nipple a flick of his tongue. While his mouth was giving my nipples much needed attention, his hand made it's way down to my slit and I felt his fingers slide effortlessly in. A rush of warmth filled me and squirmed as he kissed his way down my stomach. Patrick stopped before moving past my navel and looked at me, "squirming is moving Princess, keep still." He and I both knew it was an impossible task. The way he touched me was too good for my body not to respond. Patrick stood up and walked to the foot of the bed where he kneeled smiling. "I felt how wet you were, but now I can see it for myself. I think if I touch you there's no doubt you'll cum. But remember you were a bad girl and I'm supposed to be punishing you." He kissed his way up my inner left thigh before pausing, skipping over my pussy, he kissed his way down my inner right thigh. I groaned with frustration and I heard him chuckle once again. His hands began to trace my outer lips, I couldn't stand it, I needed it, I needed to cum. "Please!" I shouted out in annoyance. I felt his finger lingering at my entrance, swirling around the opening making me more wet. I tried to move down towards his hand to help his finger enter me. But my efforts were in vain. "My little wanton whore. I might just leave you here to think about what is it you just tried to do. Remind you who is in charge in this room. In fact I think it will do you good to think about the consequences of your actions while I get ready for your next punishment." Patrick stood up and walked out of sight, even though I could still hear him close by. I let out a loud frustrated sigh and tried to center myself. My ass was slightly sore from the flogging, my pussy dripping wet with anticipation, and my face covered in my ruined makeup. My mind began to wander as I heard him shuffling and sifting through drawers and the opening of cupboards. After what seemed like a half hour, he reappeared in my line of sight with a bottle of water and my favorite wand. I smiled and giggled knowing what was about to happen. "You're pretty pleased with yourself aren't you Princess?" I nodded my head vigorously, "Yes Sir, I always am." Before Patrick shut the door, I knew I was in trouble. As soon as he stepped in the house I heard his deep voice in a low dom tone, "Bedroom, now!"
As I walked to the bedroom a slight smirk came across my face. I knew I was going to be punished for not obeying his commands at dinner. I was still reeling from the orgasm he gave me under the table while our friends carried on their polite conversations. I stepped into the bedroom and Patrick quickly followed, slamming the door. He turned me around to face him. “You were a bad girl at dinner! No panties, drawing attention to yourself, and the worst offense was moving when I specifically commanded you not to. What am I going to do with you, Princess?” I knew this was a rhetorical question, and I simply shrugged my shoulders and lowered my gaze from him. This caused him to chuckle. “Acting innocent now isn’t going to save you. Take off your shoes and get on your knees.” I quickly slipped out of my shoes and lowered myself to kneel before him, my heart pounding with thoughts of what wonderful punishments I was going to receive. He walked around me, inspecting my body, letting out little chuckles from time to time. He stopped in front of me and bent down, lifting my chin so our eyes met. “Now, you want to be a good girl? Trust me, you’re going to be the best girl Princess, just you wait.” Patrick stood back up and went to the toy drawer. I heard him rustling around which made me excited, he knew my favorite toys, he knew my favorite punishments, and most of all he knew how to make me suffer without saying a word. I felt him behind me as he placed a blindfold on my face. The coolness of the silk felt good on my skin and I felt myself growing wet with anticipation. “Stand up Princess.” He helped me to my feet and I felt his hard body press up against my back. He pulled my hair gently back to one side and kissed my neck. “You look so nice in this dress, I hope it wasn’t terribly expensive,” he whispered in my ear before he began ripping it off of me. The fabric fell to the floor as he unsnapped my bra and threw it to the side. “You are so perfect, look at how beautiful your body is, especially when I know it’s all mine.” His hands started exploring my body, and I heard his chuckles as I whimpered and moaned at his touch. The temptation to face him and kiss him was very intense, but I held my composure as his hands wandered from my breasts to my stomach to the outer lips of my pussy. Instinctively my hips bucked and I felt a sharp slap on my ass. “You are such an eager little slut, but you need to learn to stay still. Had you done that in the first place we wouldn’t be here now, isn’t that right?” “Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir.” I felt him back away from me, and I knew he was going for his favorite flogger. My pussy pulsated at the thought of him using it on me, how many strikes would I be getting? How hard would he be hitting me? “Hands on the bed, ass in the air!” he commanded He slowly led me to the bed, and made sure my hands were firmly and comfortably placed where he wanted them. His warm hand caressed my back finding their way down the curves of my ass. Once his hand left my body, I knew it was time. I could smell the leather of the flogger before he swung it. The slight stings of his warm up lashes were enough to get my endorphins racing. “Don’t move Princess, and I mean it this time.” Before I knew it the warm up was over, and we had moved on to the real show. Slap after slap, lash after lash, I felt the sting of the cold leather and tried my best to stay still. I could feel my skin becoming warm from each strike. Patrick was enjoying it as much as I was, but he never lost focus of what he was doing. Unexpectedly he stopped and began rubbing my cheeks, I felt his hand slowly move around to the outer lips of my pussy, then he plunged one finger in to gauge my wetness. “You’re soaking wet Princess.” He added another finger hitting my g-spot, then his thumb on my clit. My legs were shaking, and I felt as if I was going to collapse. “I said don’t move, and here you are shaking,” he said, playfully taunting me. “It's time to continue with your punishments, can you handle that?” Through my moans, and gasping for breath I managed to get out, “Yes Sir” before he spun me around and guided me to my knees. “This next part is going to be so much fun for both of us. Now remember to relax your throat.” Sitting at the table, enjoying the various topics of conversation among the other guests, I felt his hand touch my thigh. With a gentle squeeze to gain my attention i felt his breath near my ear before he spoke.
"Do you know how badly I want you right now, Princess?" The soft sound of his commanding voice touching me, exciting me in places that tortured every inch of my of my sex and beyond. I closed my eyes and slightly shook my head in response. His hand began rubbing my thigh and I shifted in my seat letting him know I was getting aroused, this was not the time or the place for it. I heard his soft chuckle, "you need to stay still." I glanced at him seeing the sexy smirk on his face. The dinner continued on around us, and no one had noticed our private conversation. He made his intentions clear, and I was speechless. "Did you hear me?" "Yes... Sir" Motioning for me to turn my face back to the guests at the table, his hand started discreetly making its way under my dress. I felt the heat rush to my face, and held my breath. Soon his hand found its way to my naked inner thigh. "Remember... DON'T MOVE." A commanding whisper that only I could hear. As he reached for my panties, he quickly found out I wasn't wearing any and I heard him whisper under his breath, "Strike one" My clit throbbed at the pleasurable punishments that came to mind, and again I let out a soft moan. He shushed me teasing me by caressing my outer lips. My toes began to curl knowing that I wasn't allowed to move or give any indication as to the secret pleasure occurring under the table. Across the table our host, Martin, looked at me, "Gabriella, are you alright, you look flushed." I nodded my head giggling awkwardly, "I'm fine, I think I've just had a little too much wine." "Patrick, you might want to watch her drinking, we wouldn't want Gabriella to get too drunk," Martin said looking past me at my Sir. Patrick smiled and nodded his head, "Thank you Martin, I guess I need to keep a close eye on her for the rest of the evening." Another whisper "Strike two, for drawing attention to yourself." I bit my lip and shook my head in protest, but Patrick wasn't going to put up with it. "If you shake that head again, it'll be strike three Princess." Taking a deep breath, I attempted to center myself, when I felt his finger enter my slit slowly moving up and down, allowing my body to respond with a rush of warmth and wetness. My breathing became shallow, as I slowly spread my legs to allow him more access. "Did I ask you to spread your legs?" His voice sent another wave of arousal throughout my body. "No Sir" I took a big drink of water to cool myself down as he whispered, "That could've been another strike, but I love how eager you are to be naughty." I let out a small gasp as I felt his finger lingering at my entrance, slowing dipping into the source of my wetness. Another shush came from him as he made his way deeper inside me. "Don't move, Princess." I felt the familiar throbbing, my pussy yearning for his hard cock inside me, fucking me like I was a bad girl all day. I grabbed his hand has he started moving around faster, a sign that he was on the right track, but I couldn't hold myself back. His fingers were curling inside me, finding the right spot to drive me crazy. He knew this was the guaranteed way to make me cum. The sounds of the other guests disappeared as I focused on the dance his fingers were performing on my g-spot. Patrick was really going to go there, he was going to make me cum infront of all our friends. I shifted in my chair and immediately knew I was in trouble. "Strike three Princess, I said NO MOVING!" In the flash of the moment, I grabbed his thigh as I felt the rush of my orgasm tighten around his fingers. My body shook and I held my breath to ensure I didn't make a sound. Bit by bit he removed his fingers giving me aftershocks with each movement. He raised his fingers, glistening with my juices, placing them in his mouth. "Mmm, that's the best tasting dish of the evening." He grabbed my face gently lowering his lips onto mine, swirling his tongue around my lips then gently pushing my lips open to give me a deep passionate kiss. As he released me, he whispered, "Do you not agree you taste good on me?" "Yes Sir," I said breathlessly. "That was just the appetiser, wait until we get home. You have some punishments coming your way." |