The Enticement
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“Cane.”
Fuck. I still cringed when I remembered the time, not too long ago, when he’d given me three strokes. Damn that Charlene. I really wished he hadn’t given permission for me to talk with her.
“Harsh,” he said in agreement. “Open one of the red envelopes.”
If I had to guess, there were numbers inside the two red ones. I studied them both intently as if in doing so I could somehow read the number inside. Of course, there was no way to tell that. With a heavy sigh, and cursing Charlene again, I slowly opened the one on the left.
I had to read it twice to convince myself my eyes weren’t making up the words.
“Well?” he asked, though I was certain my grin gave away which envelope I’d selected.
“With orgasm.”
His lust-filled eyes met mine and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “Ah, the fates have smiled upon you. Go get undressed and meet me back here in ten minutes.”
My legs shook just a bit as I rose to my feet. I couldn’t believe how close I’d come to being caned without an orgasm. Would he have really done it? I couldn’t imagine him changing his mind after he’d gone through all the trouble of creating the box and then having me open it.
Or could it be that both envelopes had “with orgasm” inside? That seemed likely to be the case. Of course I wouldn’t know because he’d probably never tell me. He had a knack for messing with my mind.
I made it back into the living room, naked, in under eight minutes. He stood by the dining room table and he’d changed as well. Or at least he’d completely taken his shirt off. He’d also placed a thick pad on top of the table and covered it with blankets.
His face was unreadable as he took my hand and helped me get into position. Though the room was warm, I felt a bit cold and my body shook a bit.
He put his hand on my shoulder blade. “You’re trembling. Are you okay?”
“Yes, Master. I’m a bit chilly, but I know you’ll warm me up.”
“Nothing would please me more.”
A spicy orange scent filled the air and his warm hands massaged my favorite lotion along my back. He spent a long time working the tension from my body. I hadn’t realized how tight my back was until I relaxed under his touch.
“Yes. That’s it,” he murmured.
His hands moved to my backside and he switched from massage to a pleasurable percussion tapping. He eased his way slowly up along my spine, swept his fingers across the back of my neck, and worked his way back down, ending with a pass of his hand between my legs.
“How are you feeling?” he whispered.
“Green, Master.”
He repeated the percussion pattern several more times. Each time, I sank deeper and deeper into my headspace. My hips jerked when he unexpectedly circled my clit. I thought he might start with the cane now; surely he knew from touching me how aroused I’d become. Instead, he increased the intensity of his taps, once more working his way up and down my back.
I couldn’t stifle a moan when he started smacking my backside every so often.
“You’re so damn wet.” He slid a finger inside me. “Going to feel so good to push my way inside.”
But he didn’t stop. He kept tapping and smacking until I was desperate for something. Anything. I fought to keep from grinding against the table and bit the inside of my cheek when he slid two fingers deep inside me.
Unexpectedly, the cane lightly struck my ass four times and I groaned.
“Let me hear you, Abigail.” The cane tapped softly along my upper thighs. “Don’t keep anything from me tonight.”
He went back to spanking me and I thought he wasn’t going to use the cane anymore when it came down harder across my ass. I grunted in pleasure.
“Not any harder than that,” he said.
Knowing that made the few strokes that followed even more pleasurable because I didn’t have any fear of them. My need for him to take me grew and nearly exploded when he started playing with my clit.
“Damn, you’re soaked.” He slapped my ass. “So wicked. So ready to be fucked.”
I whined. “Please, Master.”
“No.” The cane landed again and immediately he pumped two fingers in and out of me. My hips jerked. “Who determines when you get fucked?”
“You do, Master.” I hoped he decided soon. I almost begged him, but he shifted his fingers and all I could think about was keeping myself from orgasm. “Oh, shit.”
“Not yet,” he warned. “Come without permission and I will turn this into a punishment session.”
Fuck. I still cringed when I remembered the time, not too long ago, when he’d given me three strokes. Damn that Charlene. I really wished he hadn’t given permission for me to talk with her.
“Harsh,” he said in agreement. “Open one of the red envelopes.”
If I had to guess, there were numbers inside the two red ones. I studied them both intently as if in doing so I could somehow read the number inside. Of course, there was no way to tell that. With a heavy sigh, and cursing Charlene again, I slowly opened the one on the left.
I had to read it twice to convince myself my eyes weren’t making up the words.
“Well?” he asked, though I was certain my grin gave away which envelope I’d selected.
“With orgasm.”
His lust-filled eyes met mine and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “Ah, the fates have smiled upon you. Go get undressed and meet me back here in ten minutes.”
My legs shook just a bit as I rose to my feet. I couldn’t believe how close I’d come to being caned without an orgasm. Would he have really done it? I couldn’t imagine him changing his mind after he’d gone through all the trouble of creating the box and then having me open it.
Or could it be that both envelopes had “with orgasm” inside? That seemed likely to be the case. Of course I wouldn’t know because he’d probably never tell me. He had a knack for messing with my mind.
I made it back into the living room, naked, in under eight minutes. He stood by the dining room table and he’d changed as well. Or at least he’d completely taken his shirt off. He’d also placed a thick pad on top of the table and covered it with blankets.
His face was unreadable as he took my hand and helped me get into position. Though the room was warm, I felt a bit cold and my body shook a bit.
He put his hand on my shoulder blade. “You’re trembling. Are you okay?”
“Yes, Master. I’m a bit chilly, but I know you’ll warm me up.”
“Nothing would please me more.”
A spicy orange scent filled the air and his warm hands massaged my favorite lotion along my back. He spent a long time working the tension from my body. I hadn’t realized how tight my back was until I relaxed under his touch.
“Yes. That’s it,” he murmured.
His hands moved to my backside and he switched from massage to a pleasurable percussion tapping. He eased his way slowly up along my spine, swept his fingers across the back of my neck, and worked his way back down, ending with a pass of his hand between my legs.
“How are you feeling?” he whispered.
“Green, Master.”
He repeated the percussion pattern several more times. Each time, I sank deeper and deeper into my headspace. My hips jerked when he unexpectedly circled my clit. I thought he might start with the cane now; surely he knew from touching me how aroused I’d become. Instead, he increased the intensity of his taps, once more working his way up and down my back.
I couldn’t stifle a moan when he started smacking my backside every so often.
“You’re so damn wet.” He slid a finger inside me. “Going to feel so good to push my way inside.”
But he didn’t stop. He kept tapping and smacking until I was desperate for something. Anything. I fought to keep from grinding against the table and bit the inside of my cheek when he slid two fingers deep inside me.
Unexpectedly, the cane lightly struck my ass four times and I groaned.
“Let me hear you, Abigail.” The cane tapped softly along my upper thighs. “Don’t keep anything from me tonight.”
He went back to spanking me and I thought he wasn’t going to use the cane anymore when it came down harder across my ass. I grunted in pleasure.
“Not any harder than that,” he said.
Knowing that made the few strokes that followed even more pleasurable because I didn’t have any fear of them. My need for him to take me grew and nearly exploded when he started playing with my clit.
“Damn, you’re soaked.” He slapped my ass. “So wicked. So ready to be fucked.”
I whined. “Please, Master.”
“No.” The cane landed again and immediately he pumped two fingers in and out of me. My hips jerked. “Who determines when you get fucked?”
“You do, Master.” I hoped he decided soon. I almost begged him, but he shifted his fingers and all I could think about was keeping myself from orgasm. “Oh, shit.”
“Not yet,” he warned. “Come without permission and I will turn this into a punishment session.”
