Glass Slipper

Warmth bloomed between Cinderella’s legs. Gentle, insistent strokes of a tongue teasing against her sex. The sensation pulled her mind from the blissful realms of sleep, anchoring her inside her body.

A whimper escaped her lips, a shivering breath sucked into her lungs. Cinderella’s back arched, trying to increase the pressure now applied to her clit.

Wetness pooled between her legs, her breath deepened with each stroke of the tongue lashing against her exposed core - never quite giving her enough to satisfy, only enough to make her chase the rising desire.

Her hands jerked towards the head nestled between her thighs, the metallic clink of chains stopping her. Deep blue eyes opened, startled — and yet not — a desperate moan ripped from her mouth.

A chuckle vibrated against her; teeth grazed the sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves, adding just enough pain to make her cry out from the intense mix of pleasure and something darker. Now that she was fully awake, all gentleness was gone from the mouth devouring her.

Ragged breaths vibrated against her sex, the strokes of his tongue almost furious now, demanding her desire for his satisfaction — and Cinderella reacted. He was driving her towards the edge of something powerful, closer — ever closer, until her thighs started to tremble and her hips bucked into his face helplessly.

One breathless scream away from her climax, he stopped. Cinderella thrashed underneath him, squirming in desperate hope to find enough friction to get release from the almost painful arousal he built.

The chains that held her legs apart didn’t give in, however hard she struggled against them. She couldn’t even squeeze her legs shut. Nothing to help her find relief. His face glistened with her wetness, eyes blazing when he crawled up her body and devoured her mouth in a hungry kiss.

Cinderella could taste her own desire on him, his tongue ruthlessly pushing past her lips, plundering her mouth with a smoldering hunger. Her moans subsided in the intensity of his kiss.

He swallowed each sound, then broke off, his eyes holding her gaze, commanding her to keep looking at him. Fingers replaced his tongue, plunging deep inside her, his thumb brushing against her clit in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Amusement sparkled in the depths of his eyes. Amusement — of all things. At how helpless she was. At the way her walls greedily gripped his fingers, at her hips pushing against his palm. Willing. Eager.

“Please…” she breathed, voice hoarse with her need. “Please, I beg you, please…” His caresses slowed. The fingers buried deep inside her stopped thrusting. They only went deeper, stretching her. He crooked them, angling for her g-spot, but not applying enough pressure. Just enough to cause a fresh stream of wetness gushing from her.

His voice was smooth. He leaned in, his lips intimately brushing her ear. “Beg all you like, beautiful. Maybe m’Lady will grant you relief later.” His fingers picked up pace. Fucking her faster, harder, until every breath tore out of her as a cry. He tore his fingers away and pinched down on her clit. Hard. Practised. Timed perfectly to ruin the orgasm ready to rip from her body.

She burst into sobs of despair, her body shaking, sweat clinging to her skin. Her thighs glistened with her own wetness, a shameless display of the desperate need throbbing through every single nerve ending of her body.

He traced his hand over her stomach, then her breasts. Cruelly pinching down on each nipple, until they hardened into stiff little buds, protruding from her succulent flesh.

He shoved his fingers inside her mouth, and Cinderella started to dutifully suck them clean. James rewarded her with another kiss. Slow. Sweet.

“Good girl.”

The cuffs around her ankles were unlocked. Then her hands were freed. Desire was still pulsing between her legs like a second heartbeat, and Cinderella’s own hand cupped her mound. His eyes narrowed. He gripped her lower arms, tugged her to her feet.

She was spun around, both of her wrists caught behind her back. “Oh you naughty little thing!” His breath was hot against the side of her face. “You just like being punished way too much, don’t you?”

Her breath hitched, her own voice raw with arousal and embarassment and despair. “Please, James. Please! You don’t need to tell them. I won’t tell them. Please, it’s been three days, I can’t take it any longer, I need to cum. Just look away, it won’t take long.”

He didn’t reply. He guided her cuffed wrists so close he could attach them to each other. The posture forced her shoulders back, her breasts rose, rising and falling with each laboured breath she sucked in.

“Oh sweet Cindy! Poor girl. So needy. So desperate.” He pulled her flush against his front, his hardness pressing against the firm curve of her ass. He ground his hips against her softer flesh, the pulsing heat of his erection palpable even through the fabric of his pants. His voice dropped an octave, rough, greedy himself now.

“You know exactly I’ll report your antics, beautiful. I’ll enjoy assisting your punishment so much more – especially if you keep insisting to make it worse.”

His words left gooseflesh all over her skin. She was still panting, pushing back against him. He withdrew. He always did. His palm landed on her left cheek. Slapping hard enough to leave a handprint, the sudden crack caused her to jump. The pain dissolved into heat, mingling with the angry throb between her legs.

“Dress.”

She glared. James shrugged, entirely unimpressed. “Your own fault. You know the rules. You insisted on breaking them.”

With a soft exhale, Cinderella awkwardly turned, maneuvering the impossibly short skirt down to the floor so she could step into it. She squatted down, gripped the back of it with her cuffed hands, then awkwardly, clumsily tugged it up until it hugged her hips.

Heels next. Black, shiny leather. Stilettos sharp enough to maim. They forced her to walk carefully, gracefully. Changed her posture into something dangerously hot.

She turned around, pouting at James prettily. “Please take them off, James, I can’t finish dressing.” He met her request with a roguish smirk. “You should have thought about that when you tried to pleasure yourself.”

Her lashes lowered. Face softening. She looked back up at him, eyes wide, pupils dilated so much that the black threatened to swallow the blue. He crooked a finger at her. “You really know how to beg for it, beauty.”

The corners of her mouth twitched. He shook his head in disbelief and a dark, consuming hunger. His hands lazily reached up for her breasts, twisting and rolling her nipples between his thumb and index finger, then slowly attached a clamp to each. He took his time to let the metal jaws bite into her swollen, sensitive flesh. He teased, never quite letting them close fully, then released his hold to let them snap shut.

A low, guttural sound ripped straight from Cinderella’s core, a pleased grin stretched his lips. He attached a pendant to the chain linking the clamps. A simple little tag, “naughty” spelled across it in an elaborate, sprawling font.

He ignored her bottom lip treacherously quivering. His hand came down on the other cheek of her ass, harder this time. His own breath rough, his voice dangerously hoarse. “Keep it up, Cindy. I dare you. m’Lady is waiting — hurry. Or don’t. I won’t mind assisting with your correction.”