A filthy desire, vocalized.
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“…Sir?” I slid my knuckles softly across the door jamb to his office.
He spun around in his computer chair to look at me. “Yes, darling?”
I nervously flicked my hair behind my ears and looked at the floor. The silence dragged on for too long.
“Is everything okay?” Now there was a tinge of concern in his voice. Already, he had gotten up and was moving toward me.
“No. I mean… yes. Everything’s fine. It’s just…” I blushed and bit my lip, as his big arms wrapped around me, drawing me into his chest.
“Just what?” He pulled us apart enough to allow his hand to cup my chin and tilt my head up. He raised his eyebrows, as his thumb ran over my flushed cheek. “What’s going on?”
I let out a shaky breath, suddenly regretting beginning this exchange. I tried to look at the floor again.
“No.” His voice was harder now. “Tell me what’s going on.” He paused. “…Now.” The grip on my chin got tighter.
A small whine escaped my lips. “Sir…” I started. “I want…a spanking.”
He narrowed his eyes. “And why was that so hard to tell me?”
“And…” I trailed off, wishing I could avert my eyes from him, but his fingers were already digging painfully into my jaw. I felt my blush creep further up my face.
“And what?”
“I…” I felt my chest cave in. “And I want you to wash my mouth out with soap.” I let the words tumble out, before I lost my nerve. My torso burned. I had never said those words to anyone. It was one of those weird kinks that I normally didn’t tell people about, because it was so fucking embarrassing.
But the craving was making me ache.
And he had always been so understanding, I thought… maybe, you know? But as I watched a shadow of bewilderment wash over his face, I regretted asking. Insecurity blossomed through my body, making me want to melt into the wall.
Goddamn, I thought to myself. You’re so fucked up. What can’t you keep your mouth shut?
My face became hotter as my internal tirade continued.
He dropped my chin and drew me in close to him again, holding the side of my head so I could hear his heartbeat. Strong, dependable, solid. Just like him. I relaxed into him, unconsciously, letting some of my nerves ease themselves.
“Hmm,” I heard him say from above me. He didn’t sound particularly excited… just, processing, maybe.
Dammit, I thought. Fuck.
He uncurled us and led me by the hand to his big leather chair, situating me on his lap. I purred as our bodies fit together so perfectly, so easily.
“Well,” he began, cradling me. “To be honest I’ve never considered it.” He paused. “So I’m going to ask you to tell me what you’ve done to deserve something like that.” He rubbed his thumb on my bottom lip, forcing my mouth open for him. “Does my little slut have a dirty mouth?” he smirked, raising his eyebrows again.
Fuck. Now my insides were tightening for a different reason.
I closed my eyes, then opened them slowly, blinking with the most angelic expression I could contrive. “No, Sir… Well, I guess not any fucking worse than normal.” I looked up at him, as my blush burned my cheeks.
“You’re such a fucking brat,” he chuckled. “Think you run things around here.”
“I do, actually,” I said with false bravado, lifting my chin.
I loved to poke the sadist.
“We’ll see.” He kicked me out of his lap and gave me a little push out the door. “Go stand in the corner and edge for me.”
I grinned, in spite of myself, and padded off to our bedroom. Facing the corner, I wound my fingers down the front of my shorts and between my pussy lips. I was wet already. It didn’t take long running my fingers over my swollen clit for me to hit my first edge. I stopped and leaned my head against the wall to catch my breath and let the impending orgasm fade.
As soon as I was sure I wasn’t going to go over, I began again. I thought about Sir’s hand on my bare ass, and the burning sting of his spankings, and I thought about the awful taste of soap, and had to stop again before I came. I swore under my breath and closed my eyes, as I tried to regain control of my breathing.
Water was running in the bathroom behind me, and what sounded like a container being filled.
“Stand up straight. No slouching,” he growled suddenly from somewhere behind me.
Immediately I stood back up, perfectly straight. I whined as my fingers slid over my sensitive flesh.
“Good girl.”
I gasped and pulled my hand away. My pussy clenched; I loved to hear those words from him.
Good girl. Good girl, I thought. Be his good girl. It was like a mantra in my head.
“Please, Sir,” I begged, my words sounding too loud from being so close to the wall. “Please… Sir…” I didn’t even know if he was still there to hear me. But I was so close, so very close.
“Not yet, darling.” I could hear the pleased smile on his face.
I imagined him casually leaning in the doorway, watching me edge myself. “Fuck… Sir…” I whimpered, wrapping my around my torso, so I didn’t go over.
“Mmm,” his voice was like the promise of a storm, and it made my breath catch. “You do have a dirty mouth.” I heard him walk behind me, and felt him wrap his hand around the back of my neck. “How did I never notice this before?” His fingers crept into my hair, and he made a fist.
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