Chapter Seventeen
Lily
“Welcome to my toy room.”
Jackson’s words echoed in my ears as he put me down on the plush carpeted floor before turning on the light. I was still standing upright, but my legs felt like they might cave under me any minute as I gazed around and took everything in. The lighting was soft and subtle, and the walls were a deep and rich purple, save for one feature wall which was a purple and silver damask pattern. The entire ceiling was one giant mirror, and a huge mirror also hung on one side of the room, reflecting the enormous bed that dominated the space. On the bed sat something which I couldn’t identify; some stuffed leather-lined piece of furniture in the shape of a wedge. Beyond that, there was no proper bedding—just a silvery satin sheet covering the mattress and a stack of matching satin cushions at the head.
Opposite the bed was a large and ornate cabinet, which hung open, displaying everything that sat within its depths—handcuffs, feathery items, ropes, and an enormous assortment of colorful silicon toys, much like the one Jackson had delivered to my house a while ago. Vibrators, rings, all sorts of things. Each sat in its own little section.
I turned to him, mystified. His expression was unreadable, and I knew he was waiting for my reaction to seeing his toy box for the first time.
“Is this…is this like some sort of Christian Grey sex dungeon?” I asked, voice shaky as I remembered the handcuffs and ropes.
He chuckled, deep voice reverberating around the room. “Not exactly. I’m not a sadist. I just like to play. And I’d like to play with you, Lily. I’d like you to be one of my toys.”
I gestured toward the cabinet. “All these…are they…” I couldn’t bring myself to finish my question, but Jackson seemed to instinctively know what I was thinking.
“All the toys that can go inside you are new, Lily. Just for you. We’ll get to try all of them at some point.”
“I’d like that,” I said, gazing at a purple toy which seemed to have two shafts. I wouldn’t have the faintest idea how to use it, but with a sexy teacher like Jackson around, I was desperate to learn.
“But that’s not why we’re in here right now,” he went on, voice growing firmer. “You need to be disciplined, Lily.”
His eyes had turned steely, like he was done with all my nonsense. So done. My cheeks began to heat up, and I knew they were bright pink. The mental image of Jackson bending me over his lap and leaving similarly-pink handprints all over my ass made me tingle like mad, just like it had all those weeks ago when he first brought up spanking me for my attitude. I couldn’t wait for him to take me over his knee.
But that wasn’t what he did.
Instead he reached for the cabinet and opened a compartment I hadn’t seen yet. From that he pulled out a white lacy thong and something small and black.
“Strip, then put these on,” he commanded, handing the panties to me.
I did as he said, watching him observe me as I followed his orders. I haltingly took off my clothes, and when I was naked save for the thong, Jackson smiled and held up the small black implement that seemed to accompany them.
“This is a controller for the panties,” he said. I immediately realized why he’d had me slip into the thing—it was vibrating underwear. “Now get on the bed. Bend over the spanking horse.”
He gestured toward the stuffed wedge object I hadn’t been able to identify earlier, and I tentatively stepped over to the bed. Now that I knew what it was, it made sense. It was the perfect shape for me to bend over in a doggy-style position. The perfect shape for me to be spanked on…
“You understand what has to happen,” Jackson said, his voice deep and commanding as he stepped closer. “And why. I made it very clear from the start that your actions have consequences.”
He had, and I knew exactly what those consequences were. We’d both fallen into this relationship without really talking a lot about the things we liked and wanted, but we both somehow knew from the very start. I’d read some of my friend Alexandra’s romance novels about kinks before, and in those books everyone said that couples needed contracts and safe words. We were doing it wrong, according to all of that, but everything we’d done had only ever felt right.
Especially this, right now.
I nodded at Jackson’s question as I assumed the position over the horse. “Yes. I’ve been naughty tonight,” I said softly.
“And what happens to naughty girls, Lily? What are the consequences?”
“Punishment,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. My skin was tingling with anticipation, just waiting for whatever it was that was coming. “I’m sorry for being bad.”
“I appreciate that, but sorry isn’t enough.”
“I know.”
He was right. Part of taking care of me like he’d always promised to meant disciplining me when I did something bad or broke the rules, because the rules existed to protect me. But I was very bad tonight, and I did it on purpose. I acted like a naughty brat at dinner just to get his attention, because part of me wanted this. More than part of me, actually.
I’d also been stupid to tell anyone about us, even someone like Dr. Steinberg. I just wasn’t thinking when I did it; hadn’t considered how my actions might bother Jackson. I should’ve sought his permission before revealing our relationship to anyone, no matter who it was. But I didn’t, and now I was going to pay the price for all my immaturity and naughtiness.
I was going to learn my lesson.
I could feel Jackson looming over me on the bed, and I felt his palm brush my thigh. “This is going to hurt,” he said.
“I know,” I replied breathlessly.
“If you need me to stop, say the word.”
“Yes, Jackson.” I nodded my agreement, but I was sure I wouldn’t tell him to stop. I wanted this so badly.
“You can’t call me that in here. Daddy only.”
“Yes, daddy.”
He brought his hand down on me, taking me by surprise with the first slap. I took in a deep, harsh breath and jolted forward slightly, but his other hand was holding me steady, so I didn’t go too far. Jackson slapped me again, this time on my other ass cheek, and I exhaled deeply and let out a moan.
“Ow!” I whimpered. “Oh, oh!”
A satisfyingly loud crack pierced the warm air as he spanked me again, and I gasped as I felt something mixing with the pain—pure pleasure, radiating from my pussy. Jackson had just turned the vibrating thong’s controller on, and I gasped as throbbing tingles of desire spread through me from my head to my toes.
“Harder,” I groaned, desperate for more of the incredible sensation. I’d never understood why people liked pain with their pleasure, but now I knew. It was powerful, potent, addictive. So freaking good.
“You want it harder, baby girl?” Jackson growled.
“Yes,” I cried, my voice throaty. “I’ve been so bad. Spank me harder!”
He rained down another four slaps on my ass, alternating between the cheeks, and I cried out and gasped, barely able to breathe. One more hard slap and I let out a scream I couldn’t control, the pain finally edging over the pleasure.
“Enough, daddy,” I moaned. When I looked up at the mirror overhead, I could see the red handprints on my ass cheeks.
Jackson’s hand ceased its hard slaps, and I let out a gasp as I felt his fingers slipping round to my pussy, delving inside the thong to find my clit.
“You’re wet,” he murmured. “Is it just the panties, or does it turn you on to upset me? Does being punished make you wet?”
Yes.
“No,” I said instead. The pain had faded now, and I was craving more punishment. Harder punishment.
“You’re lying again. You remember one of my rules was to never lie to me, Lily.”
“Sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean to be bad...”
“I think you did,” he replied. His finger gathered up the slick juices from my pussy, then slid back further, circling around the pucker of my ass. “I think you’re a very naughty girl. I think you want more punishment. Am I right, Lily?”
My face burned hot as he slid the very tip of his finger into my ass. I’d never had anything in there before, never even considered it. But right now, as he slid inside me, I wanted nothing more. I wanted Jackson to fill all my holes, claim every inch of me.
“Yes, daddy,” I gasped out, bucking against the finger. “I do want more.”
“You want to be fucked hard, don’t you?” he said, his voice dangerously low. “You want me to slide deep inside your tight pussy and fuck your brains out….that’s the kind of punishment you want now, isn’t it?”
I didn’t want it. I needed it. Needed Jackson to take me hard. Right now. Needed him to thrust inside me, stretching me wide to fill my pussy with his thick, hard cock.
“Yes, daddy,” I said. “Please, fuck me.”
Suddenly I no longer felt his presence on the bed. I didn’t dare get up and turn my head to see where he’d gone, though. I felt him return a moment later, and I heard the short clicking sound of a plastic bottle opening. Then I felt something warm and wet drizzling onto the crack of my ass, and my eyes widened as I realized what he was doing. He was lubing me up.
He was going to fuck my ass.
“You want punishment, baby girl?” Jackson whispered, pushing the thong aside so that my ass crack was fully exposed. “Fucking your pussy isn’t punishment. You love it. You know what real punishment is? Being denied something you love...”
His finger was circling my asshole again, spreading the lube around, and I gasped as it slipped back into the tight entrance. My legs were beginning to ache from the seemingly endless kneeling I’d been doing over the horse, but I powered through it, desperate for Jackson to give me what I deserved. I wanted it. Wanted to let him use my ass; wanted him to use me. Wanted to be his fucktoy.
“Don’t say anything. Just reach back,” he commanded. “Reach back and hold your ass open for me.”
I did as he said, spreading my cheeks with my hands. My asshole opened wider for him, and he spread more lube over and around it, preparing me for his cock.
“Are you ready?” he asked. “Ready for my cock, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I gasped, every inch of me exploding with need. “Please fuck my ass, daddy.”
I felt him slowly press inside me seconds later, stretching me unbelievably wide. I let out a guttural groan as he filled my ass more and more, and I kept my hands on my cheeks, holding myself open for him. My clit throbbed and my pussy was practically crying out for attention, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. I had to take my punishment before I was allowed to have my pussy fucked again, although this hardly felt like punishment at all…
It felt incredible.
When my ass had fully adjusted to having something inside it, Jackson withdrew before thrusting back in. I let out a deep moan, and he fucked me just the way I liked it. Slow and steady at first, then hard. Fast. The front of the vibrating panties suddenly went crazy again, and I gasped as an orgasm quickly built within my core. Jackson must’ve been playing with the settings on the controller with the hand that wasn’t gripping my hips, because the vibrations went from a slow buzzing to a fast, wild jolt and then back again. Over and over, driving me crazy.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried as wild waves of pleasure crashed over me, searing each nerve ending. Jackson kept going, and each time he slid into me was better than the last.
My pussy was dripping all over the spanking horse that I was still bent over, and then Jackson slid a finger inside me, finally ending the sweet torture of my pussy denial as his cock thrust in and out of my ass.
“Such a good girl,” he grunted. “Taking it all like this. My pretty little doll.”
I felt him swell thicker and harder inside me, and I knew he was about to come.
“Yes, daddy,” I hissed out, barely able to speak through the haze of pleasure. “Come in my ass. Please!”
A ball of tension knotted in my belly as another climax built courtesy of the still-vibrating panties, and I screamed loudly as I came again. Jackson grunted and thrust deeper than ever before spurting his hot release inside me, and then he pulled his cock out with a pop and collapsed on the bed next to me. I did the same, rolling off the horse and onto my back on the satin sheet.
“Jesus, you’re going to be the end of me, little girl,” he muttered.
I giggled softly. “At least I’ve learned my lesson now.”
He put an arm around me, squeezing me tight. “Somehow I doubt that.”
We lay there basking in the afterglow for a moment, and then Jackson got up and began to dress himself.
“Jacks—I mean, daddy,” I began, remembering his rule for this room. “Did I…did I really fuck up that badly?”
He frowned. “What do you mean, baby girl?”
I bit my lower lip. “By telling my therapist about us. Is it my fault those rumors are going around in the gossip section of the paper?”
He sat down on the end of the bed and patted it, motioning for me to come closer. I scooted over, and he pulled me onto his lap. “Lily, the things we do are like a game,” he said. “I’m not really your daddy, and you didn’t really fuck anything up. We both just like to pretend. We like the power exchange.”
“I know that,” I said in a small voice. “But I still shouldn’t have told her.”
“It’s okay. She’s bound by patient confidentiality, so we could sue the ass off her if it is her going around saying anything to anyone. But it’s not, I can guarantee that. She has no reason to mess with us. No motive.”
“Well, who does?” I asked, wrinkling my nose.
“No idea. Obviously someone else is spreading rumors about us for some reason or other, but all we can do is wait for it to blow over. I don’t know why it’s happening, but I do know they have no proof right now. And they won’t get any. If we ever decide to reveal our relationship to the world, it’ll be on our terms.”
“Okay,” I said with a soft smile. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside that Jackson had even considered going public with our relationship. This was definitely not some sort of short-term fling. This was going all the way.
I was about to say something else when the door to the toy room flew open. I leapt to my feet and covered my bare breasts with my hands, and Jackson jumped up as well.
“I knew it,” a deep male voice snarled. “I fucking knew it!”
My heart sank, and terror filled every cell in my body.
It was my father.