Page 21 of Indecent Obsession
I suck in a breath at the rush of need. “Do what you say or you’ll punish me?”
“No, trouble. Do what I say or I’ll correct you. Sometimes there will be punishment, other times we’ll just redo what we’re working on over and over until you get it.” He slides his fingers beneath the edge of my panties and presses on the spot he spanked. It still stings a little. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I understand that I’m going to die waiting for an orgasm.
“If we’re playing outside of a set scene, you need to use your safe word or the color system.” He opens my pussy by pushing on my ass cheek.
“Mmhmm.” My focus centers on his fingers and how they might touch me next.
“I may force you into positions and use you with or without letting you come.”
I squirm on his lap. I want it all, but I need an orgasm now. This teasing is torture.
“Do you understand when to use your safe word, trouble?” His finger glides over my wet panties again.
“Yes, sir.” When he doesn’t do anything more, I groan my frustration and sag on his lap.
“What’s wrong?” His tone says he knows exactly what’s wrong and he enjoys torturing me.
I let out a frustrated sigh. “Maybe I just want you to spank me and forget the orgasms if you’re going to take all day to get to them.”
“No, trouble, a deal is a deal.” He curls his fingers around my panties, brushing against my pussy, and rips them off me.
I gasp at the sting as the fabric tears.
“Wyatt?” I push to get up, but he presses on the center of my back.
“Remember, you only come when I say or you’ll be punished.” His tone is light but there’s a dark note that makes a shiver trace down my spine.
“Yes, sir.” There’s a tremble in my voice because I don’t know what he’s going to do now.
He flattens his fingers on my pussy, and I tense ready for more. He rubs them in a circle, spreading my wetness. I clutch his leg as he keeps it up, winding me tighter and tighter.
My breath stutters in and out as he holds me down and plays with my pussy. Just as I’m getting close, he changes technique, rubbing two fingers up and down my slit from my entrance to my clit and back again until I’m moaning with the need for release.
“Not yet, trouble.” When he slides his fingers back to my clit, he pinches it between them. I cry out, trying to keep the release from barreling over me.
“Please,” I bite out.
“Are you going to be patient and take your punishment like a good girl?” Wyatt eases up slightly, allowing me to breathe.
“Yes, sir. Please may I come?” Everything inside me is wound so tight. I’m barely holding it together.
He rubs my pussy slowly, like he’s considering it. Every touch is almost excruciating because I’m right there on the edge, ready and waiting to fall off. Needing to fall off.
“Since you asked so nicely, come for me.” He pinches my clit and white light bursts in front of my eyes as I cry out my release.
I collapse over his lap as every ounce of resistance flees. He lightly strokes me, sending tiny quivers through my pussy.
“That’s one, trouble.”
His words filter into my consciousness. That was one. Oh, fuck.
My body is like a wrung-out washcloth and that was only one? He’s going to do this nine more times?
“Wyatt, I don’t know if I can do this nine more times.”
“We’re just getting started, trouble.” There’s amusement in his voice as he moves his hand back to my ass cheek.
