CHAPTER 19 Milly

The hungry look on Ty’s face as he sits, one leg crossed over the other as his eyes skim up and down my body, is enough to make me high and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

He’s going to touch me and I can hardly wait.

My nipples tighten and my breath comes faster as they unbutton the front of my shirt, eager to get out of my clothes and closer to having his hands on me again.

“Slowly,” he growls. I do as he says. Self-conscious, my hands nearly shaking.

“Now put your hand down the front of your skirt.” His eyes darken as they drift lower, to the place where my skirt drapes around my waist.

“I want you to touch yourself. Slip a finger into your pussy and tell me if you’re wet.”

It felt wonderful to do as he said without thinking. I’ve never touched myself with someone watching me before. Nevermind a man, but this is how I imagined it all those boring days in my office.

I slip my fingers down and press a finger into where I am already wet.

I’m amazed at how natural this feels. At how insanely arousing it is to touch myself while he watches.

I moan softly, pushing a second finger inside.

“Are you wet, Milly?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Yes, boss,” he reminds me. “Forget again and I’ll have to punish you.”

“Yes, boss,” I say, wondering what kind of punishment. The wondering makes my nipples stand. My fingers pulse lightly in and out of my pussy.

“And why are you wet, Milly?” His voice is so warm and deep I can feel it brushing over my skin, making me even hotter. “When I haven’t even touched you yet?”

“Because I love the way you’re looking at me, Boss.” I keep my eyes closed not daring to look, but daring to keep talking. “I love it.” I admit while I continue to finger myself, my body tightening and my breath coming faster. “I love doing what you say without questioning it. I can’t wait for you to touch me, Boss.”

“Come here.”

I slip my hand from my panties and cross to him. He takes my hand in his, the one that was just inside me.

He comes around, runs his hands over my naked ass. “So nice,” he says again.

“Part your legs, Milly,” he instructs. I hear the clink of his handcuffs before I see them. They enclose around my wrists snugly- the leather warm from his own body heat.

I’m bent over at the waist and completely naked. My legs are spread wide and my ass is in the air. My pussy is nearly dripping.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” I reply. Ty kneels behind me, his tongue licking my pussy, I realize I might not be able to handle the this at all.

So good. So very, very good. His tongue laps me slowly, deliberately. I squirm in my handcuffs as every little sensation runs through me. I clench my fists as little waves of pleasure run through me at the feel of his mouth on my pussy. He’s very, very good and he’s in absolutely no hurry. His licks are long and leisurely.

I groan. Tied as I am, I don’t have any traction to push back, to thrust my hips into his mouth. I can only feel. I close my eyes and let the sensations course through me. The slight ache in my shoulders, the clenched muscles of my inner thighs, spread wide open. Ty’s tongue tracing idle paths in my pussy. 

Suddenly, smack. His hand has spanked my right butt, hard. I groan again. His mouth is still on my pussy, with his maddeningly slow exploration of my body. His hand is stroking my ass, soothing the spot where he’s smacked me.

Now, he’s sucking my pussy lips into my mouth, and I can’t take this pace. “Boss, please,” I beg.

“Mmm, you are so tasty…”

I cream even more at his words. My pussy is dripping, and he’s lapping up every little bit. His hands are on my inner thighs, pushing them further apart, his hands are spanking me gently.

“Want to come?” he asks me.

“Yes, Please,” I half-sob. I can hear my voice quiver in need.

“Please, Boss.” I beg again.

“Please what? What would you like me to do?”

“Please Boss. I want to come,” I beg.

“Like this?” Ty’s thumb brushes across my clit. I moan. It feels so good. But his thumb leaves my clitoris, and I groan.

“Boss, please,” I beg again. I want this so much.

“Now you’d like to sit on my lap and let me whisper all the sweet, filthy things I’m going to do to your cunt. How I’m going to worship your cunt, own it, claim it. How I plan to make your cunt so hot and wet and ready for me that your panties will be ruined if I don’t get you out of them soon. Isn’t that right?”

I nod loosely, dizzy with desire. “Yes, Boss.”

“Are you even wetter now?”

“Yes Boss.”

“I want the taste of you in my mouth, and I don’t like to wait.” He takes up my hand in his, and places my finger in his mouth. The one I had inside me.

He sighs, his breath ragged. “You’re fucking delicious. I can’t wait for more of this, more of your taste on my tongue.” He draws my middle finger deep into his mouth, making my knees go weak as he licks and sucks.

If I had a hand they would be in my pussy again, but as if he can read my thoughts, he holds tighter, and smiles. The desire in his eyes as he releases my finger sends tremors of longing rocking through me, cutting all the way to the bone.

“Want me to make you come on my mouth?”

I nod, eyes wide. Yes, I would like that. I would like it! I would love it. “Please Boss,”.I whisper. “Take me, jerk my skirt and panties down around my ankles and take me with your mouth, and then your cock.”

“Good,” he says, still holding my gaze. “Because I’d like to make you come until I’ve got the taste of your pussy permanently imprinted on my tongue, Milly. What do you think?”

“Anything Boss.”

A wicked light flashes in his eyes as he arches a brow. “Anything?”

“Anything, Boss,” I confirm, hoping he can tell I mean it. Anything he wants to do to me, anything he wants me to do to him. I want to please him, impress him, to show him I’ve got what it takes to be the kind of girl he wants, needs.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” With a final squeeze of my wrist, he releases me.

I’ve never experienced anything like it, but I’ve never been this turned on before, either.

Not in my entire life, have I ached to be touched the way I ache for Ty. If he doesn’t put his hands on me soon, I’m afraid I’ll go out of my mind.

“Please touch me, boss. Please.”

“I’d love to suck your beautiful tits while you ride my cock,” he says, making my head spin all over again. “Bite those lovely pink nipples, feel you hard on my tongue as I play with you until you’re begging me to let you come.”

I shiver, my thoughts racing with an overwhelming combination of lust and confusion. I can’t hold a clear idea in my head for long.

“We’re going to start slow,” he says, brushing his thumbs across my tight tips, sending waves of heat and longing surging straight between my legs. “And I meant what I said, “we don’t have to have sex tonight.”

“Oh, please, I want to.” The words tumble out in a rush as he rolls my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, building the wild ache inside me. My eyes slide closed, breath coming faster, faster, as he leans in, pressing a kiss.

“Oh God, I want to, Ty,” I breathe. “I want you so much. So, so much.”

Suddenly the blissful, teasing pressure at my nipples vanishes. My eyes stutter open, but before I can figure out what’s happening, Ty’s hands are on my shoulders, turning me back toward the center of the room.

“I want all of that, too,” he says, moving us both forward. “I want it so badly it’s all I can do not to rip your ribbons off and get my cock inside you right now. But when we’re playing, I need you to remember to call me Boss.” He stops, his hands skimming down my shoulder blades and the valley of my spine to wrap lightly around my waist.

“So bend over, Milly. We’ll start with ten. Next time it will be twenty.”

“Ten what, Boss?” My nerve endings sizzle as I place my hands where he’s indicated, my sex throbbing as my hips tilt back and my ass juts out into the air behind me.

But he doesn’t answer; he simply draws back a hand and slaps my ass.

I cry out a surprised gasp as Ty spanks me a second time and a third. By the fourth, I’m arching my back, silently begging for him to give it to me harder, faster.

And like he’s read my mind, he does.

Ty slaps me so hard my thighs I feel the sting of the spanking all the way up my spine. And it is good, so terribly, wonderfully good, that I realize it’s going to be harder to be an obedient submissive than I’ve thought.

Until right now, I had no idea how good it could feel to be bad.