AT LAST! This has been in the works for a while…but you know how things go sometimes! Between life stuff and playtime with M, this sat dormant for the better part of a week. My thanks for being patient peeps. Here’s the link to the prior chapter in case you need a quick review: HERE ~n~
His connector flight to NYC was delayed twice. Though he smiled at the simpering fool who explained that they could not take off during thunderstorms, her smile faded when she saw the look in his eyes. He was glad that she could see the anger crawling up his spine like an animal ready to spring forth and steal her life. Just another thing his stupid cunt would have to atone for once he finally tracked her down. He shoved the anger deeper, and took the shuttle to the hotel where the fucking airlines were putting people up tonight.
Another night away wouldn’t matter much. At least, until he made her pay for it with her skin.
“Good girl,” he crooned, holding her head against his chest. Inhaling deeply against the pain in her still-throbbing nipples, she smelled the various scents of him. Peppermint from the gum he favored, the last spicy hints of his deodorant, and that musky scent that is peculiar to the male body. He tantalized her. Even now she could feel her arousal in the throbbing of her clit, and the slick dew that spilled from the belt pulled tightly between her thighs.
He pushed her away, and pointed to the mattress. At some point he’d taken a sheet down from the shelf and tossed it there.
“Spread that out on the mattress,” he said, nodding towards the folded sheet.
“Uh, my hands are behind my back and tied, remember?”
“You’re doing the smirk-face thing again. That’s not very dommy.”
“Doms are allowed to smirk, and as a matter of fact, we do it quite a lot.”
“Well, I don’t understan….wait. You expect me to spread that without my hands? How the fuck…”
“You have a perfectly good mouth. I see it moving allll the time. I suggest you put it to use. Other than sucking my cock…for now.” He grinned at her face, sitting there open-mouthed.
He constantly surprised her. That something so mundane would be offered…and yet he knew it would embarrass her to be crawling around almost naked, since her bra was not even under her tits anymore. They’d be flopping around, her ass would be wagging around…the jerkness.
“Humbling? Awww, too bad. Get going slut.”
“Is this a task? Is it helping me earn the key?”
“Well, not doing it isn’t going to get us to the next point now, is it?”
His look was implacable. HE wasn’t going to budge. With a frown, she flounced over the the mattress, and spent considerable minutes trying to pick up, and then open, the folded sheet. Her bum was wagging around and she could feel him watching her, but she steadfastly refused to look at him. Finally, after an agony of minutes spent squirming and writhing across the mattress, she groaned. She wanted to give up, but damn him! She absolutely would not. Casting a quick glance his way, she saw him looking intently at her, making her flush with embarrassment. Picking up the sheet quickly she pulled it up to the top corner of the mattress.
“Even your ass is blushing. But your asshole is winking at me through that little hole in the belt.”
Growling around the sheet in her mouth, she continued to shake her head and spread the stupid sheet as he leered at her. She was going to ignore him, yet she couldn’t not respond.
“You can’t see my asshole because of this frigging belt!”
“Well, not perfectly, but trust me, it is there winking at me. Lonely, I guess.”
She shot a death-ray glare at him, then turned back to finishing the task he’d set her. He laughed. After considerable time and effort, she was done. Sitting back on her haunches, she looked at the sheet. While it wasn’t perfect, she felt she’d done a passable job. A poke in her ass made her turn and look at him.
“Hey yourself. Not bad, slut.”
“No, I meant hey, you just kicked me in the butt.”
“Slut butts were made to be kicked by Dom shoes.”
“That’s so not true.”
“It’s true in my story of what’s happening here…wait…was that an …eyeroll? At your Dom?”
Uncertain if he was serious or poking fun at her, she stuck her tongue out at him.
“Hold that…right there…”
Advancing on her, she noted the clamp in his hand at the last second and slipped her tongue back in her mouth while shaking her head ‘no’ frantically.
“I wuth koking” she said, tongue locked behind her teeth.
“I wasn’t. Tongue out.”
“Iths gunna hut.”
“I’m counting on it.”
He dangled the key in front of her, and reluctantly she stuck out her tongue. Rather than attaching the clamp to it, he finger flicked it. It still stung but she knew a warning when she saw one.
He paused, looking intently at her.
“Well, slut, are you ready for your second task to free your dripping pussy?”
“How do you know it’s dripping? Huh? It could be all dried up and withered away inside this stupid thing.”
Wisely, she kept her tongue from poking out at him, admittedly at the last possible moment.
“Okay,” she said, heaving out a sigh. “I’m ready.”
She huffed out another breath.
“Bored already? My, I’ll have to take steps to correct that.”
Stepping over to the shelves, she watched him pick up a short, thick, silver rod.
“Open your mouth.”
She obediently opened.
“You’ll want this nice and wet. It’s going in your ass. No, don’t try to talk. It’s part of the belt, slut. And in a matter of minutes, it’ll be a part of your asshole! Won’t that be fun?”
It was rhetorical, she knew, but she still shook her head ‘no’, even as she gathered up what spit she could. This thing was fatter than it looked, and she was nervous about it going up her ass.
He pulled it out of her mouth, pushed her head to the floor without preamble, then began pushing it through the round hole at the backside of the belt. She felt the press of the cool metal against her ass and whined a little.
He pushed it until the flange at the base of the probe clicked into the base around the hole. He pulled her back up to her knees by her hair. Her eyes watered, as did her traitorous pussy.
“Magnets keep it in place, slut. Isn’t that cool?”
Her eyes were squeezed shut as her anus quivered around the thing wedging it apart.
“…cool,” she said haltingly.
His palm slapped at one meaty buttock. She jolted, and, unable to stop herself with her hands secured behind her, she fell forward once again onto her face.
“Perfect!” he exclaimed.
“Bastard…” she muttered clearly, before mumbling something else into the mattress.
“Now, see? We’re having all kinds of fun now, aren’t we? I’m not sure exactly what you just said slut, but it tipped the tally upwards. I thought 20 slaps with the pancake turner would be sufficient, but I see I need to take some corrective measures. Your mouth gets you in so much trouble, doesn’t it? Why, I heard it even got you fired!”
“Wzntfird.Quitthebastard.” Her muffled reply made him grin at her back.
“Well, that’s not how I heard it,” he replied, knowing he was egging her on. It was so much fun riling her up.
“So,” he said, “let’s let your mouth do some yelling instead. Oh, and counting. I don’t care about saying thank-you, because that’s silly. Why would you thank me for that? I’m going to make your ass burn, little girl. Are we ready for some fun?”
He wasn’t sure what she replied. Her first yelp, followed by a groaned “one” was really all he needed to hear.