Swallowing hard, she tried to relax into the position he’d left her in; bent over the couch, hands flat on the cushions, standing on tip toe with her ass high in the air. Her dark hair spilled over on to the cushion on either side of her face, leaving her back bare. She was a ball of trembling need before he’d finished adjusting her legs wide enough apart that the air caressed damp lips. He’d told her to wait, his hand brushing the vulnerable curve of her bottom before he had disappeared from her side.
The blindfold took away her sight, forcing her to reach out with her other senses to feel him in the room. She strained to hear over the gentle whoosh of the fan, and her heart thumping in her ears with nervous anticipation. She held the pose because she knew he watched her even if she couldn’t find him. But God did she need him.
How long had it been? That question bounced around in her racing mind. She couldn’t help recalling the callouses on his palm as his hand tickled along her skin moments before, stopping so close to that place she throbbed without actually touching her. Need spiked in the pit of her belly as she contemplated how he’d touch her, use her…
“Let’s see how well my girl can stay still,” he spoke from somewhere behind her. She wanted to turn her head, but remained still. Something in his voice warning her not to move.
A light touch brushed her from shoulder to shoulder and she barely stopped herself from squirming. She couldn’t figure out what he touched her with, but she shivered as it traced slowly along the curve of her back. Holding the position proved harder than she thought possible as it moved down the crack of her butt causing her thighs to quiver. When it stroked the lips of her cunt, she let her feet flatten to the floor and wiggled her hips to receive more of that sweet sensation. The tickling touch disappeared and she froze.
“Uh uh.” She swallowed at the disappointment that colored his voice. “Only good girls get a reward. Ass back in the air, now.”
Just a hint of fear bled into her excitement as he cupped the round flesh of her butt. She lifted back up on the balls of her feet, struggling to bring her ragged breathing back under control as he kneaded, squeezed, and patted her. All she had to do was stay still. Her mind tried focusing on her position instead of the way his hands felt on her body. He used his thumbs to part the lips of her cunt, but before she could even think about moving his hands disappeared all together. She bit her lip to stifle her desperate moan.
Her senses were so heightened; she could hear the rustle of his clothes as he leaned over her, something brushed along her back making her shiver. She listened to his breath as it passed through his lips before it whispered over the shell of her ear. Her breath caught in her chest as she waited for him to speak, touch her, or do something to relieve the tension building.
“I think you need a reminder of what it means to stay in place.”
The sound of flesh smacking against flesh resonated in her ears seconds before the sting bloomed across her ass. She gasped as the spot pulsed hot. Before the sensation dissipated, it transformed into a heavy pulse between her thighs.
He placed a staying hand on her back as his toes nudged the underside of her foot. She lifted back up, ignoring the way her calves tightened. He smoothed a hand over the spot he struck. “How many will it take, do you think?” She didn’t give an answer because she knew he wasn’t expecting one.
More smacks peppered her ass with hardly a pause between.