My Sweet Revenge

I lie awake in His arms, my gaze tracing slowly over His form, taking in every detail. From the notch in His collarbone to His wide, hair-dusted chest, then to the gentle rise and fall of His abdomen with each sleepy breath. He trusts me... I’m about to test that trust.

I slide down between His thighs, wrapping my lips around Him. I hollow my cheeks. Sucking Him into my mouth, I gag. His eyes flutter open on a moan and look down. A warm smile spreads across His handsome face.

“Mmm, good mor...” He goes to stretch out, but stops short, realizing His wrists and ankles are tightly bound to the bed. I can’t help the giggle that escapes me. I’m on my knees next to Him, a big, excited smile plastered across my face. His rigid cock in my fist, soaked with my spit as I pump.

“Baby girl, what are you doing?” He asks with a threat looming on His tongue and need in His tone. I bet He’s thinking how red He’ll make my ass for this one.

“You remember my last punishment, Sir?” I say sweetly, “When you spanked me until you left marks, tortured my little pussy without allowing me a release, and then set a rule that I can’t get myself off until you say so?”

Closing my lips back around Him, I suck Him in deep again, my eyes rolling back at the feel of Him filling my mouth. A guttural groan reaches my ears. I hear His hands clink from trying to reach down, and I revel in knowing how much I’ve affected Him.

His ass clenches hard against the mattress as groans and growls spill from His lips. His tip hits further back when He does. Frustration growing in the notch forming between His brows, mixed with the pleasure of His own thrust, causing me to gag more around Him.

Bobbing up and down rapidly over and over, I edge Him closer to eruption. Then, I pull all the way off of Him. Denying Him in the moment, just like He did to me. I straighten over Him and decide to tease him. I slide my hands suggestively along my own curves, highlighting for Him the fullness of my beautiful breasts and perky nipples. I trail my fingers down below, dipping them between my legs and coating them in my honey. Reaching forward I feed my wet fingers to His open lips. My dimples deeply defined on my cheeks as I smile like a Cheshire cat.

“Of course I remember,” He says, voice low but firm. “Do you remember what the punishment was for? You hid parts of yourself from me, little lamb.”

“I was afraid,” I whisper.

“Don’t be.” His gaze softens, even as His tone stays commanding. “When we hide behind fear, we block growth. If you can trust me with your body, you can trust me with all of you.”

“Now release me.” He orders.

“Yes, Sir.” I rise and unfasten each cuff from His wrists, then His ankles. My hands tremble slightly as I pull back.

His mouth curves. “Now bend over my knee. Punishing your Sir for taking too long to end your punishment isn’t how this works, little girl.”

“Yes, Sir.” I drape myself over His knees, gripping His ankles to steady myself. The vulnerability of the position sharpens everything—the heat on my skin, the sound of His breath above me.

His palm glides over my ass in slow, deliberate circles, the touch more tender than I expect. Each pass pulls a shiver from deep inside me. When His fingers venture closer, tracing the edge of my arousal, a soft gasp breaks from my lips.

He feels just how wet I am and hums, low and pleased, the sound curling down my spine. I dare a glance back. His eyes are dark, ravenous, fixed on me as He slips His slick fingers into His mouth—His hunger both thrilling and terrifying.

“I’m glad you left your laptop open. I’m glad I saw your dark needs in the open. Do you know why, little lamb?” He whispers, seductive and taunting.

Without a word, I shake my head, nervous and excited to know His reason.

“Because now that I know them and where they come from, I understand you better.” His words soften me, “And let me assure you, little lamb, I liked what I saw.” A powerful breath of relief rushes out of me, one I didn’t realize I had been holding.

“We’ll work towards exploring that darkness together, you can be sure of that.” He promises.

“Yes, please.” I agree.

“What was that, little lamb? Speak up.” His hand comes down swift, the slap loud.

My pussy clenches. A moan escapes. Pain flares, spreading out like a ripple, making my pussy contract even more. A whimper leaves my lips, not one of pain, but one that turns into a desperate groan for more.

“Yes!” I say louder.

“Good girl,” He murmurs, His hand grazing the curve of my spine. “If you need your safeword, you will use it, lamb. Do you understand?”

“Mmm—yes, Sir,” I gasp, hips twitching with each strike. The rhythm builds, measured and unrelenting. Heat blooms, spreading down my thighs. By the time He’s finished, my skin thrums, tender and alive.

“Lie back now,” He says, voice low and possessive. “Let me see what my discipline has made of you.” He commands, “Mmm. Soaked, like a good little lamb primed for the slaughter my cock is about to create. First, a taste.”

He starts by lowering Himself at my core,

“Legs wide, love.” He orders, and I obey.

He seals His lips around my already engorged clit, drawing the sensitive bud into His mouth before teasing it with His tongue. The mix of suction and pressure ignites the nerve endings, every one of them awake and screaming for more. My fingers slip into His hair, savoring its silkiness before tightening my grip. I pull, grinding up into His mouth, urging Him to take me even harder.

Which He does.

His licks transforming into bold, deliberate strokes, while His fingers work in tandem to massage and stretch my intimate skin, expertly manipulating me into a quivering, sensual mess. He inserts two fingers into my depths while still sucking and licking me into a fever, the knuckles of His fingers colliding against my sore and sensitive ass. Pleasure and punishment all in one. His touch assertively demonstrating who holds the power as He claims my pussy with unyielding mastery.

He winds me up, higher and higher, until I’m crazy for more cock.

“Please! Fuck my throat, I wanna wrap my tongue around you.” I whimper and beg.

He shakes His head. “Not yet. Part of today’s punishment: spanking, no cock sucking. You’ll take it in your cunt, and you’ll love it.”

That might be my biggest punishment yet. To deny me stings like fire, more so than any spanking.

Straddling my hips, He planks me. Caging me in, holding my body down taut. I’m completely at His mercy. Finally, His big, mushy head slides into the empty void inside of me and He begins to thrust hard and fast; in and out.

Growls and grunts intensify, sweat and arousal burn between us, until finally, He swells inside me. With one simple word, said in a long drawl; low, gravelly, and full of love, He cums.

“Fuck!” His teeth grind as the word forces its way out of His chest, rough and full of loving menace.

As I watch Him, the passion in His eyes, I feel my head tip back, eyes fluttering shut in pure ecstasy. When He growls, “Fuck,” the sound pulls the answer from my body; I moan, deep and unrestrained, surrendering completely. I take him in, every thrust, every tremor, until He gives me everything. And when it’s over, I’m left painted in His claim, marked by His essence.

I am His.