Page 7 of Playing with Trouble

Perfect.Releasing her wrist, I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her across my lap with enough force to remind her exactly who she was playing with, and who was in charge here, and it wasn’t her.She gasped and struggled, but with my palm pressed firmly to her lower back, anchoring her and holding her exactly where I wanted her, she couldn’t get back up.

I released her hair and flattened my hand against the back of her neck to keep her held down across my thighs, then skimmed my other palm down to the curve of her ass.I deliberately let my fingers tease between her thighs, rubbing along the wet fabric covering her pussy, and felt her body stiffen.

“Remember those consequences I mentioned?You’re about to see how I handle little hellions like you.If you want me to stop, say ‘red’,” I warned her.“If you need a breather, say ‘yellow’.Understand?”

I fully expected her to persist with the mouthy attitude, but she shocked me with her reply.“Yes, I understand.”

I figured curiosity was what had her so agreeable and I didn’t hesitate to spank her hard on the back of her upper thighs, right where the short hem of her dress ended.Violet yelped in surprise, and because she couldn’t see my face, I didn’t bother to hide my satisfied smile.

“That’s yes, I understand,sir,” I corrected her.“Or master, if you prefer.”

She scoffed, her impudence reigniting.“You must be out of your damn mind if you think—ah!”

Another sharp smack cut her words in half.Then another.And another.She squirmed, hips rocking despite herself, protests dissolving into breathless gasps.Her thighs clenched, while each strike stripped away the sass until only raw sensation remained.

Watching her slide into that edge of surrender, the fight still there but tangled up in desire, was fucking beautiful.She was splayed across my lap, her back arched in a way that raised her ass up, a part of her clearly enjoying the pleasurable pain.

I gently rubbed her oversensitive, heated skin, and gave it a light slap that made her moan.Beneath her, my hard cock ached as I gripped her hair with my fingers again and craned her head back.Violet panted, her face beautifully flushed and her nipples straining against the wet fabric of her dress.

“Would you like to take your dress off for me now?”I asked her.

She shook her head, still stubborn.I wouldn’t have expected anything less.

“All right.I’m a reasonable man.”I pushed her head back down so that her cheek rested on the leather table, and shoved the hem of her dress up to her hips, exposing her ass to the cool air.“Then let’s get these panties off, since you don’t need them for what I have in mind.”

I pulled her skimpy thong down and off, then lightly trailed my fingers up the back of her leg.I felt her shiver, right before I dipped my fingers between her thighs from behind.My fingers slid over her slick folds and my cock jerked at the feel of her wet heat.Fuck.She was already soaked.

“All this, just from a little spanking?”I murmured, giving her clit a quick little rub that had her squirming again.“Must’ve been a while since someone took care of you.”

“You’re—you’re not taking c-care of me,” Violet gritted out through her teeth.

It was as though she’d taken my words literally, refusing to admit that she needed anyone for anything, least of all an orgasm, which I found interesting.

“How close are you?”

“I’mnot,” she lied.

“Oh, Violet.”I sighed and slid two fingers deep inside of her, hearing her quick little gasp and feeling her soft, warm cunt tighten around those digits, proving just how on edge she was.“You really have to be careful what you say around me.Because when you lie and insist you’re not close?I’ll make damn sure you stay that way.”

“What is that even supposed tomean?”

“It means, that if you don’t want to come, then you don’t have to,” I said in a placating tone as I pulled my fingers free and delivered a final sharp, stinging slap to her ass that made Violet catch her breath.“Not unless you beg.”

“I don’t beg,” she insisted heatedly.

We’d see about that,I thought, looking forward to the next phase of tonight’s lesson.I tugged her back up so she was standing, and I followed suit.Before she could regain her equilibrium or realize what I intended, I turned her around and guided her back onto the examination table and used the restraints to secure her arms to the sides, and her ankles to each corner so her legs were slightly spread.Then, I buckled the restraint across her abdomen, strapping her down tight.

Realizing she was well and truly at my mercy, the slightest hint of unease flickered in Violet’s eyes.Not surprisingly, though, she didn’t use her safeword.No, she was far more rebellious than that, which I secretly loved.

“Are you really going to keep pretending you’re not turned on?”I pressed a button and the table rose back up to its normal height.Another button elevated her upper body slightly to make her more comfortable.“I can see your pussy from here and you’re drenched and flushed all over.All you have to do is call me ‘sir’ and tell me please, and I’ll give you as many orgasms as you can handle.”

Violet dared to roll her eyes.“You think that just because you smacked my ass a few times I’m going to drop to my knees in gratitude and start worshipping your cock?”

Her words were bratty as hell, but her nipples strained against the fabric of her dress, and her hips twitched restlessly against the restraint across her stomach.She was a liar, and a beautiful one at that.

“No, that’s the last thing I’d expect you to do,” I said, even though my cock thickened at the thought of her kneeling in front of me, her soft lips wrapped around my dick as she sucked me off.“What I do think is that you’re about to learn what happens when someone as stubborn as you can’t admit the truth.”

I turned to the medical equipment and my reason for choosing this particular playroom.“You think you can snap your fingers and get any guy to give you exactly what you want,” I said, bringing the heart monitor closer to the side of the table and not missing the wary way she looked at the device, which gave me a bit of satisfaction.“And most men probably do let you tease them, and use them, because they don’t know how to handle a woman like you.But that’s not how it works with me.Brats don’t get to come just because they’re pretty and demanding and think that’s what they deserve.Brats get punished.Good girls, the ones who follow orders, speak to their dom respectfully, and know how to beg for what they want…those are the ones who get rewarded with orgasms.Not you.”