The Enticement

“You do,” he assured me. “Now, I want you to imagine we’re in the playroom. How are you situated?”

I loved it when he had me imagine a scene. I spoke the first image that came to my mind. “I’m bent over the whipping bench.”

“Interesting. Have you been naughty?”

“Yes, Sir. I called you a sadistic bastard after you wouldn’t let me come for a week.”

He laughed. “Then I’m going to have to be a little mean to that bare pussy.”

“I was hoping you’d say that, Sir.” Play and imaginary punishments were fun. Had I really been bent over the whipping bench for saying something like that, I wouldn’t be nearly as relaxed or as turned on as I was at the moment.

“I tell you to spread your legs wider,” he said, getting into the scene himself. “Expose yourself to me fully.”

I ran my finger along myself again, dipping a fingertip inside.

“What do I do to you, now that you’re at my mercy?”

“First of all, you spank my ass with the leather strap.” Fuck, there were times I thought I could come from just thinking about him taking the strap out.

“Yes,” he said. “And I make sure it’s nice and pink. I can feel the heat coming from your skin after. Then, just to prove your sadistic bastard comment, I bite each cheek and then place a kiss on it.”

“Ouch, that is bastardly.”

“Only because that’s what you called me.”

He spoke so smugly, I almost opened my eyes just to call him on it. But if I did, he might end the game and I was involved enough that I wanted to see where he took it.

“What do you do after the kisses?” I asked.

“Maybe I force you to have several orgasms.”

“That’s a mean one.” He’d done that a few times; it wasn’t my favorite. Being forced to have multiple orgasms was definitely an effective punishment tool.

“That would be the reason I used it. Or I could tell you not to come. Strap you down and use you only for my pleasure.”

I liked the sound of that better. I circled my clit. “Would you fuck me?”

“Definitely. I’d come up behind you, enter you with one stroke, and ride you until you wanted to come so bad you were crying. Fuck. I can imagine the feel of it.”

I could, too. His cock pounding into me tirelessly. My body spread out for his use. I circled my clit again. “Please, Sir. Let me come.”

“Not yet. I’m still having fun imagining all the ways I can fuck you.” There was a brief silence before he continued. “Maybe I pull my dick out, lube it up, and take your ass.”

“That would be painful after the strap.”

“Yes, but it’d all be for me, so I wouldn’t care. You’d be the one being punished.”

“Are you hard now, Sir?”

“So hard it’s painful, but I’m not going to drop my pants in the backseat of this car. I’ll deal with it.” He lightly brushed my knee and I jumped. “How are you doing?”

“Wishing it wasn’t my finger touching me.”

“Maybe so, but I’m certainly enjoying the show. Make yourself come. Let me watch.”

I worked my fingers faster. My interest renewed at the knowledge he watched and was turned on by it.

“Fuck yes, that’s hot,” he said as I pushed two fingers inside and rubbed my clit with my thumb.

“I’m pretending it’s your cock,” I panted.

“Right like that,” he whispered. “Stroke yourself again and know I’d push inside as hard and as deep as possible. Now come for me.”

His words spurred me on and with another pass of my fingers, I came with a shudder.

“Always so beautiful,” he said. “Love watching as pleasure takes over your body.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I sighed as the postorgasmic bliss swept over me.

“Of course, we still have a while to go before we get to our next stop.” There was mischief in his voice. “I could do this nonstop.”

“But you won’t since I’m really not being punished, right?” Being forced to make myself come was not how I wanted to spend the car ride.

“Mmm, probably not. You can open your eyes now.” He wore a wicked grin when I opened my eyes. “But I reserve the right to change my mind.”

Fortunately, he was only playing with my mind and he finally reached over and pulled my skirt down. With a wicked smile, he took my fingers and sucked and licked them clean. After he finished, he kept my hand in his. My body was warm and relaxed following lunch and my orgasm. My eyes began to droop and before long, I nodded off.