Of course I’d known this was going to happen. Through each step of his excruciatingly slow seduction, I’d been aware that it was going to end in this command. I had known that I would have to give in to my arousal as he watched me. My cunt had wept in anticipation of this moment.
I’d never been happier to obey an order, yet it was painfully hard to keep my eyes open and to keep my gaze locked on his. But his voice interrupted. “No. I want you to watch your body. Don’t look at me.”
My blood-red clitoris, swollen with arousal, peeked out from under its hood. I slowly peeled it back, needing to give Alexander a show. So many times, I’d imagined this moment. So many times, I’d remembered how he had watched me touch myself in Paris. So many times, I’d wished for one more encounter with the one man I didn’t want to forget.
And he was here, and as conflicted as I was about everything, my body didn’t echo my mind’s unease. My body just reacted to his nearness, to the faint spice of his cologne on his skin. I felt the warmth and the weight of his hands curled over my breasts. My back itched faintly, reacting to the weave of his shirt as I leaned against his chest. My fingertips moved over my splayed open cunt and I heard the sounds of my arousal in the squishy sounds of my juices, in my whimpered moans and in his heavy breathing against my ear.
Always ask for permission to climax. That rule had been ingrained into me. “Sir,” I begged, “may I come?”
“You may.” His fingers pinched my tender nipples, pulling them outwards, away from my body. Pain jolted through my body at his touch, but I leaned back into him and my fingers moved faster over my flesh. In my state of arousal, the pain he inflicted didn’t feel like pain. It felt like pleasure.
I was so close to that edge. I wanted to go over so much for him. I felt the sensations rise and sharp stabs of longing pulsed through my body. A full-body tremble wracked my body as I climaxed with a deep growl.
He wouldn’t let me close my legs. One small shake of his head stilled me. “Now, do it again. Make yourself come.”
Obedience was harder this time around, but I obeyed nonetheless. Satiated as it was, with small tremors still running through me, my clitoris protested at my touch, but I persisted. This time, my climax came quicker and I screamed out as my muscles clenched in orgasm.
“Good,” he said. He rubbed his palms over my nipples and I whimpered slightly. Even that gentle touch chafed at my sore skin. “Once more and we’ll consider your punishment complete.”
It took real effort to bite back my protest. Then his words registered. “This is my punishment?”
“The second rule. If you aren’t afraid, if you don’t need to use your safe-words, then you don’t initiate conversation in a scene.”
I bit my lip, chastened, and nodded my compliance. “Yes Sir.”
He tilted his head towards my cunt. “Once more. Get going.”
I obeyed. It was hard this time. My body was sensitive and it wanted to be left alone. My skin felt prickly and numb and each stroke brought slight pain. I grimaced and dipped my fingers into my slit, drawing the wetness over that sore spot and cajoling it towards pleasure.
His hand cupped around my throat and I gulped. But he didn’t press. His hand just stayed wrapped around me. A mark of ownership and possession, but a touch that make me feel cherished.
My fingers moved faster, as my clitoris began to respond to my touch. His right hand descended between my legs, and he shoved two fingers deep inside me, so that each rub of my fingers brought my hand in contact with his. I watched the brunette girl in the mirror, the one with the body and face I didn’t recognize, tremble with desire. I watched Alexander eye me with red-hot lust, yet I felt his tight control in the way his fingers moved.
I shouted out. I came hard.
For a few minutes, I was entirely unaware of what was happening. When my mind cleared, I was still on his lap. I could feel his erection against my ass, but he made no move to touch himself and he didn’t ask me to touch him either. He just smiled at me in the mirror. “To answer your earlier question, yes. That was your punishment.”
“It didn’t seem very much like punishment,” I said without thinking, then winced at the stupidity of what I’d just said. What was I doing, asking to be beaten?
His fingers stroked my hair. “It wasn’t much of a crime,” he replied. “The first time when I told you, you wouldn’t have known before that. So your first orgasm was purely pleasure. The second time, a warning. Only the third time warranted a punishment.”
I understood. The first and second orgasms had been pleasurable. The third one was a little more painful and my body had required some coaxing to respond. But it had by no means been a punishment, not the way I’d been taught in Abeokuta.
“Am I allowed to ask questions now?” He nodded and I continued. “Is this how you are going to punish me all the time?”
“It depends on you.” His eyes bored into me. “When you trust me, we’ll play with more intensity, if that’s what you want. But not until then.”