“No coming, and no butt plug.”

I still hadn’t made up my mind on the first, because, fuck I’m twitchy, but the second hadn’t even occurred to me until he mentioned it, because he’d only just taken it out a few minutes ago. “Why no butt plug?”

His grin is positively evil. “Because I said so.”

Fucker.

“Georgia.” He tips my chin up until our gazes meet. “Trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Enough to behave yourself today?”

I swallow hard. I’ve spent pretty much my whole life doing the opposite of what was demanded of me, especially if it affected my happiness. I don’t know how I’m going to manage it when I’m horny as fuck and been told I can’t do anything about it. On top of that, I’ve just been told no butt plug, and given no reason why not. That right there is exactly the sort of thing that makes me rebellious.

I want to tell him yes. I really do. But it’s not something I can promise. And if I’m nothing else, I’m at least as good as my word. “I’ll try.”

He nods. “Fair enough. Just as long as we’re clear, trying without succeeding doesn’t save your ass from punishment.”

And damn, if the words ass and punishment don’t make my clit throb even harder.

“When will you be back?” Yeah, that doesn’t sound pathetic and needy.

He smiles down at me and strokes my cheek. “Anxious to get your punishment over with?”

“Not exactly.”

“I won’t be late. Unless something comes up, probably around six.”

My heart sinks. I’d hoped he’d at least get off a little early, considering he’s going in to the office so early.

“On the plus side, bad girl, I’ve rearranged my schedule so I can have a four-day weekend starting tomorrow.”

My belly starts flip-flopping. Four uninterrupted days with a sadist after I have a full day of being left to my own devices and orders to behave.

“Try to be good.” He leans down and touches his lips to mine. So gentle. “I’ll bring supper home with me,” he says as he walks out the door.

It’s not even eight, which means I have ten hours to kill not having orgasms or wearing butt plugs. I’d have started with a bubble bath, but the temptation to use the shower massage to take me to my happy place a time or ten would have been irresistible. I did promise to try to behave.

I briefly consider the butt plug dictate. Because it was pretty clear from his words and actions we’re going to have a repeat performance of some of this morning’s activities.

My pussy clenches at the thought. Yeah, I may not have been entirely truthful when I told him I didn’t know why I was wet.

Apparently, I’m a bit of a pain-slut. And I’m starting to understand how Katie is wired.

And here’s the conundrum. If I wear a butt plug, I’ll get punished, and I’ll be prepared to easily take his cock. If I don’t wear one, I’ll get hurty-ass-sex, but no punishment. Except the hurty-ass-sex is supposed to be part of my punishment. Not sure it really is, though.

I wonder what kind of trouble I’ll be in if I rub one out.

I try and ignore that question as I wander around Heath’s apartment being all domestic. He has a cleaning lady come in regularly, so there’s not really much for me to do, and he said he’s bringing dinner home, so it’s not even like I can kill time cooking.

My phone rings. Speak of the fucking devil.

“Are you going squirrelly?”

“Kind of.”

“Do some internet research on BDSM. I’ll email you some links for sites that shouldn’t send you running and screaming for the eye bleach. Bookmark everything that interests you. That should keep you busy for a while. And remember what I told you.”

That evening, Heath walks in with his briefcase in one hand and a large pizza box in the other. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes,” I say, nodding.

“Good. I got lots because you’re going to need lots of energy.”

He sets his briefcase down by the door, then reaches for the front of my shirt and reels me in.

Leaning down, he takes my mouth hard, fucking it with his tongue. “Just a taste of what’s in store for you tonight. Now take this to the kitchen, I’ll be there shortly.

A few minutes later, Heath joins me. He’s taken his jacket and tie off. His shirt sleeves are rolled up, revealing his forearms, and his top button is undone. So damn sexy.

“Did you behave yourself today?” he asks as he loads his plate.

“I did.” And I feel way more pleased with myself over this than I really should.

“But you considered disobeying me. What stopped you?”

“Can I plead the fifth?”

“Okay. As long as you know, that’s what’s important. Now eat up. I’ve had a long day, and I’ve been looking forward to coming home to you.”

I’ve never had anyone look forward to being with me before. It gives me a funny feeling inside I have no way of identifying.

We spend the rest of the meal chitchatting about inconsequential things, but when Heath takes his last bite, my pussy starts throbbing.

“I’ll take care of the kitchen. By the time I get to my bedroom, you’d better be naked on the bed, ass up, legs spread.”

Nodding, I get up from the table and leave the room.

By the time Heath appears, I’m soaked with anticipation. I’d spent the entire day in a state of constant arousal, no thanks to all that research I did, but spread out on the bed like this, alone and naked, has morphed my arousal into desperately horny.

“Look at you, all ready and waiting for me to have my wicked way with you. I’m very proud of you for obeying me. I know that had to be hard for you. I want to reward you for that. But I can’t until we take care of the matter of your punishment. Why are you being punished?”

I can’t keep the grin off my face. “Because I was too enthusiastic about cleaning your cock and I made you hard, which meant you had to punish me, and that made you run late.”

“That’s correct, bad girl. And I’m not going to go easy on you because I have all night, and I don’t have to work tomorrow.”

I hear the jangle and whisper of his belt sliding through the belt loops and I try not to squirm.

“Do you need me to restrain you, or can you hold your position?”

Decisions, decision. Restraints would be easier, but then I’d have to wait longer. “I can hold still.”

The first blow comes across my upper thighs. It’s hard, and I groan. The next comes just a little higher up. I’m determined to hold still. Because I said I would, and I don’t want him to stop. Not yet. I need this more than I can explain, or even understand.

By the time he’s done, I’m feeling a little floaty, and I’ve lost count of the hits. It doesn’t matter. I’m pretty sure my whole ass is fire-engine red. It’s sure as fuck on fire.

“Are you ready for the rest of your punishment, bad girl?”

“Yes.”

I feel lube trickle down the crack of my ass and I’m so close to the moment I’ve been waiting for all day.

“I’m not going to be as gentle with you as I was this morning. You’ve already got some endorphins flowing, and I know you can take more. You have a safeword. Use it if you need it.”

His cock pushes against the tight ring of muscle, and this time, I’m ready. I relax and push back against the pressure.

“I should punish you for not holding position, but you were so good during your strapping, I can let this slide.”

I push back harder and gasp when the head of his cock pops in.

“Stay still, let your body catch up,” Heath says as he reaches around and plays with my clit, occasionally sliding a finger inside my pussy.

Fuck, just a little more with the fingers and I’m totally going to come. I’ve been on edge all fucking day.

“We’ve discussed this. You don’t get to come today.”

I let out a long moan. “Heath, please. I’ve been so good all day.”

“But not coming is part of your punishment. What kind of Dom would I be if I back off a punishment because you were good at taking your punishment?”

“Benevolent? Merciful?”

“Today will be over soon. I promise.”

He starts with the fingers again as he presses into me. I’m so close, and then he takes away his fingers and stops moving.

“I told you it’s going to be a long night, bad girl. And I’m going to keep bringing you to the edge.”

I can feel his cock throbbing in my ass, and like one of those cartoons, the lightbulb goes off above my head. “You must be getting close. Maybe you should come now, so you’ll be able to last in order to keep me on edge all night.”

He chuckles, and I can feel that through his cock in my ass, too. “Nice try, bad girl. I can tell you’re close enough that pretty much anything I do enthusiastically enough will set you off. If I feel the need to get a little too enthusiastic, I’ll pull out and jerk off all over your back.”

“Please, Heath.” I’ve never wanted to come so much in my life, let alone with a cock up my belt-reddened ass. I’ve certainly never been reduced to begging before.

“I do like a little begging—it can be hot, but this is heading in the direction of whining. Do you really want to find out what whining will get you?”

“No.”

“Good answer.” He starts moving inside me again, but this time, plays with my nipples instead of my pussy. It feels good, but it’s not intense enough to do more than send little zings to my clit. I want more. So much more.

He lets go of my breasts and grabs my hips before ramming his cock hard into me over and over. “Is this what you were looking for, bad girl?” he asks.

It is, and it isn’t. I need more. My pussy feels empty and my clit is desperate for attention.

“No? Sometimes what we want isn’t what we need.”

He slows his pace and spanks my pussy with the flat of his fingers. He takes me right to the edge again, and again, but I refuse to beg in case it comes off like whining.

“Being such a good girl for me. Oh, would you look at the time.”

He goes back to slapping my pussy as he pounds into my ass.

My brain short-circuits and my entire body spasms until I’m nothing more than a boneless puddle on the mattress.

Heath pulls out and helps me lay down on the bed. “I’ll be right back, precious.”

Moments later, Heath’s cleaning me up with a warm cloth. Then he pulls me into his lap. “I know you’re tired, but I need you to drink some water.

“Alright baby, let’s get you into bed. You’ve had a hard night.”

He lifts me up and places me in bed under the covers. I’m vaguely aware of him sliding into bed and cuddling up behind me.

“So precious, Georgia. Thank you for trusting me. I know it was hard, but I hope I made it worth your while.”