Punishment

Without making a noise, I slid my panties off and lift my tight black mini-dress up to my waist, then spread my legs, revealing soft pink flesh. His eyes followed my every move as he lifted the dry martini to his lips. His gaze taunted me, the way he seemed to mental trace the outline of the black lace that lined the tops of my thighs then traveled to my hairless lips, and then up to my strapless top.

He nodded once. I knew the command to lower the see-through part of my dress, exposing my supple breasts and, small, bite-sized nipples. He took another sip, then another, until all that was left was a single toothpick that held two green, pimento stuffed olives. He sat back into his leather recliner, then took the toothpick and ate each olive separately.

"I am not sure how to punish you," he said.

"I enjoy the idea that men look at you, but I cannot help but think that you like it, that you encourage it."

I kept my eyes down; knowing that nothing I could say would change his beliefs. Besides, what he said was true, I do like to be looked at, I do like to be taken and used like a toy, and I do like to please... but only him. I hunger for his eyes, his touches, and his commands. Just the way he studies me, makes my rock hard nipples tingle, my silky lips wet, and my body hum.

"Because you like to be looked at, take off your dress then make me another drink."

I stood, wiggled out of my mini-dress then walked to his chair. As I reached for his empty glass, he caressed my breast, and then pinched my nipple. His gaze held me hostage, as he leaned forward and sucked it into his mouth. He licked it and chased it around with his tongue while holding tightly to my ass.

I whimpered when he bit down and then slapped my ass, sending me on my way.

"You are not supposed to be enjoying this. Get me that other drink."

I stepped away from him, flushed and wet with anticipation. I could feel my lace stockings wet with my own juices as my heels clattered against the kitchen floor. I mixed Gray Goose with extra dry vermouth and two more green olives, then returned to the living room and held out his drink.

"I don't think so," he said, with a slight grin.

"Kneel down in front of me."

Careful, to not spill a drop, I knelt down between his legs.

"Unzip me," he said. "Then you can suck me while you offer me sips. That way I can watch you and treat you like the plaything you are."

Hungrily, I unzipped his starched trousers then gently tugged on his engorged cock. I lifted the drink to his lips and watched as he took a small sip.

"Don't spill it while you are blowing me, or else I will add to your punishment," he said, while pinching my nipples into knots of fire.

Cautiously, I lowered my head and kissed the delicate hole of his smooth cap, then swept the smooth, purple, underside with my tongue. I came up to offer him another sip while using my other hand to stroke and tease him. He took another sip then leaned back and pushed my head down. I held the glass firmly in one hand while taking him into my mouth and down my throat. I caressed him with my tongue and traced his throbbing outline, as he clutched my hair tightly in his fists and fucked my willing mouth.

His breaths became jagged and splintered, as he moaned, "You like that don't you. You like when I take your sweet mouth and fill you with my hot cum. I can tell that you like it."

I swallowed hard, making sure I got every drop, and then licked his cock his firm balls clean. I did not realize I had spilled his drink until I looked up.

"Well, it looks like I get to add to your punishment," he said, with a sly smile.

"First, I want you to kneel in front of me and let me suck on your cherry red nipples. I enjoy making you squirm."

Without hesitation, I leaned into him and absorbed his hot mouth around each of my nipples. I savored the way he bit me. He pulled and sucked hard, bruising my creamy skin while grabbing my ass cheeks. He separated them and slipped his fingers in and out of my swollen lips.

"You are so wet... so damn wet," he said between bites.

I stroked and fondled his growing cock, as I rocked and gyrated my hips against his fervid fingers. My sloppy sounds filled the room, as he spread my sticky juices over my silky lips, and then tenderly tiptoed his fingertip around my small brown hole. "Tonight, you will let me in."

I inhaled deeply, as he pushed and prodded. I gave in, but only a fingertip's worth, because I was anxious about allowing him into my forbidden playground.

He bit my neck and then drove in deep, sending waves of heat rippling through my trembling body.

"You are ready, baby. Bend over my recliner and spread your ass cheeks, I am finally going to get your virgin asshole."

I scrambled to my feet and leaned over the back of the soft leather chair. He stood, then approached me from behind, "I said to spread your ass cheeks. I want you to invite me to fuck your little pink rose bud. I want to see you in full bloom."

Nervously, I spread my cheeks apart while he eagerly massaged my tight opening with his fingertip.

"You are beautiful, baby," he said.

He grabbed my hips and held me close to his spearing cock, as he plunged through my innocent buttonhole, overfilling my insides. He threatened to tear my body in half with his rocking and yielding, flexing and fucking. He heaved and puffed as he rode the wave of ejaculation, then squeezed my breasts and twisted my nipples into fevered submission. Rampant fire exploded within me and engulfed my spirit as I panted to the finish line.

When he slipped out of me, he caressed my back, kissed my neck, and gave my nipples a final pinch.

"Tomorrow, when we go out, I want you to wear this mini-dress without panties. That way, I can watch other men get turned on by seeing your little ass and balled-up nipples, and know that I am the only one who can touch you... whenever I want, however I want... Never forget baby, you belong to me."

I smiled, more to myself then to him, as I wrapped his powerful arms around me and melted into his impressive chest. I look forward to tomorrow, not necessarily the looks from strange men, but the "punishment" he will provide when we return home.