Bad Girl
My second attempt at erotica, my first can be found here. Anyway, enjoy and please do tell me if you like it, or if i should change anything. really any input at all is great.
Amelia knew she was being bad, knew that Sir would want her to wait, and wanted her to not do it until he wanted her to, not until he was there. But she couldn’t help herself; she needed the release, needed to cum. It had been a week and a half since he’d last touched her, since he last brought to her the warm bliss that she felt when he was deep inside her, when he was both pleasuring and hurting her. It was too long since he last let her orgasm. He liked denying her, making her beg and pled for his hands, for his tongue, for is cock and his cum.
She couldn’t wait though, she knew he would be displeased, but she had to touch herself, to give herself what he wouldn’t give her. Her delicate fingers reached under the lace underwear Sir had bought her. They found her clit already hard and her pussy already wet, almost demanding attention. She rubbed at it, imaging that it was his larger, rough fingers. The touch sent shivers through her, and it wasn’t long before she had plunged a finger into herself, curling them the way he would. The tip of her finger found the spot, his spot, the spot no man before him had found inside her, and played with it in between thrusts, moaning his name. One finger became two as her pace quickened and she lost her self in the pleasure. She was close, and swore, loud, and let herself orgasm, squeezing her legs closed on her hand as her body was washed over with the pleasure.
Amelia hadn’t heard him enter, and didn’t notice that he was watching her play with herself, not until she came back to herself and he cleared his throat. She knew he sometimes came home for lunch, something home cooked and maybe to play with her. She knew this and still did what she did, maybe hoping this would happen, maybe forgetting. It didn’t matter now, she was caught.
“Did we enjoy ourselves my pet?”
She didn’t speak, her hand frozen in her panties and light grey eyes opened wide. She was motionless when he walked around the bed and sat down on it, next to her. It wasn’t until he put his hand on her thigh, gripping it slightly in a show of ownership to no one in particular, that she moved, quickly pulling her hand from her panties as if in some hope he hadn’t seen.
“I’m sorry Sir, I know…” Her voice trailed off as he squeezed.
“You know what? What is it that you know?”
She looked down, her voice small. “I know that I am not to touch myself when Sir isn’t here. I know that I’m not allowed to cum unless Sir wills it.”
“You know that, huh? You know this, and yet still, I come home to see my pet and it seems she is having fun without me.”
“Sir, I…”
“No, quiet, get me Discipline.” She shivered, opened her mouth for a mount as if to speak, but then shut it and nodded, getting up and began to walk to the closet. “No, no, no. Good girls walk.”
She looked down, and got on her hands and knees, crawling to the closet, kneeling to open it and get the thick leather belt that hung on the door. She hesitated for a moment, then folded the belt in two and put it into her mouth, crawling back to sit at Sir’s foot. He held at his hand and she took the belt from her mouth and placed it there.
“Come pet, on my knee, time for a lesson with Discipline.”
She rose and bent over his knees, eyes closed. She knew what came next, dreaded and feared it, and knew she deserved it. She had gone against Sir’s wishes, and she had to make it up to him. She felt him pull the still damp lace from her ass and let it say half way down her thighs, making disapproving noises all the while. There was a crack, and he snapped the two halves of Discipline together, as he always did before using it.
“I only want to hear the count, no other words, no squirming, no getting away. This is your fault.”
“Yes Sir.” She said, her voice quaking. He petted her face for a moment, moving a strand of her brown hair from her face, and then sharp pain and a snap, leather striking flesh. She cried out, feeling the mark it would leave on her ass. “One.”
The next came not too far after that, and it made her whimper, her voice breaking. “Two.”’ Tears rolled down her face as hit after hit struck her ass. The final count was twelve, ten, and two for squirming too much.
“Back down.” She wordlessly crawled off of his knees, and Sir knelt next to her, moving his hair before wrapping Discipline’s length around her neck, pulling it through the silver clasp, rising and leading her on the makeshift leash on her hands and knees, her panties halfway down, red bare ass stinging in the cool air. He made her do this throughout the house, eventually taking her out onto their balcony. They lived six stories up, and the air out there was colder and stung her pained ass even more. He pulled the belt, making her stand. “My pet wants to cum does she?” Amelia nodded, not risking words even now. I pushed her panties down, having her step out of them. He picked them up and stuffed the cum drenched lace and cotton into her mouth. “Then she will cum, for everyone.”
He turned her, pressing her body and cheek against the sliding glass door, slapping her inner thighs until she spread her legs for him. She heard the unzipping of his slacks and he was soon shoving his already hard cock into her still wet cunt. Pleasure from the being taken and used mingled with the pain, forming something in her that made her whole body shake. She tried to stifle a moan through the panties, only to have Sir slap her ass.
“You will make your noises, you will make them so everyone will know what a little cum slut you are.” She cried out at the slap, another tear falling from her eyes as she moaned, the sounds as they always did made his pace increase, but this time he was more feral, more rough than he normally was. This wasn’t Sir fucking her to make her feel good, this was Sir fucking her to show her he is the only one who is allowed to make her cum.
He pulled her by Discipline, pushing her onto a reclining chair, pushing her legs up to his shoulders as he penetrated her again. She moaned louder, still muffled by the sound but sure all the stay at home moms that lived in their apartment complex could hear her. She blushed bright red and clenched her eyes tight, turning away from Sir.
He slapped her, once, leaving the cheek redder than it had been. She’d broken another rule, and she knew it, she knew that Sir wanted her to look at him when she could, to watch whatever it was he chose to do with or to her. She whimpered and opened her eyes, looking up into his hazel eyes through his black horn-rimmed glasses as his thick dick was driven deep into her again, making her pussy clench around it. She was close. She mumble the request, and it was only then that he pulled her panties from her mouth.
“Sir, can I cum please?”
He kept fucking her, hard and roughly with a strength that she hadn’t seen in him for a very long time. “What did you say?”
Amelia fought to keep her voice low, but it was a losing battle. “Can I cum Sir, please oh god please let me cum.”
“Cum for me slut.” And Amelia did, hard, the orgasm better than what she brought on herself, she shook and screamed and broke whatever idea she had of being discrete into smithereens. Sir hadn’t stopped fucking her, his hands painfully grasping her tits and pinching her nipples. He only pulled out when she stilled, his cock dripping with precum and her own wetness. He moved forward, slapping the wet cock on her fast, he rubbed it in and then pushed it into her mouth, fucking her throat with the ruthlessness that he did her cunt.
Amelia trying to breath, tired not to gag, but it was hard as when Sir was as deep into her throat as he could go, when her face was pressed against his chest, he pulled Discipline, and tightened the belt around her neck. It choked her, making it harder to draw in breath. She thought she might black out before he pulled out and let go of the leather, without a word cumming all over her face.
“Don’t move.” Sir said, bending and the knees and pulling Amelia’s top off, rubbing the last of the cum on her tits. He then rose, and pulled up his slacks. “You are not to clean yourself or dress until I return from work. You are to wear my cum all over your body so that you and anyone who comes to the door know what a cum slut you are. Understood?”
Amelia blushed, fearing that someone would come to deliver something before Sir returned. She hoped with all her might that no one would, but she would do what Sir asked of her, because she wanted to be his good girl.
