Crawl To Me 3

Crawl to Me

I'm in the middle of a chapter in my book when it's suddenly ripped from my hands. I gasp in surprise, looking up at a smirking Sean. "You're home," I breathe, hand to my chest. I hadn't even heard him come home from work; I was so enraptured by the book.

He leans down to give me a kiss on my forehead. "Hi, baby," he says as he grabs my bookmark and sticks it between the pages. I narrow my eyes on him for the interruption.

"I was reading that..." You don't interrupt a woman when she's reading, everyone knows that.

He just chuckles as he places the book on the table next to my chair. I watch him wearily as he makes his way to his own chair across the room, wondering what he's planning.

Once comfortable, his eyes flick up to mine. They narrow a little, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips, like he's waiting for something. "What?" I ask, but he doesn't answer, instead just casually pulling an ankle over his knee.

The motion stretches his black slacks, and my eyes snag on them before trailing up to his white shirt. His sleeves are rolled up, showing off his toned arms disappearing up into his shirt, where his broad shoulders stretch the material.

He looks damn irresistible, and I shamefully look down at my own outfit of a basic tee and skinny jeans. Not that I need to dress well for him to find me attractive, but I feel...out of place, especially in a room like our large home library.

The soft lighting lining the ceiling and the rows of shelves filled to the brim with books makes for a cozy, inviting atmosphere, but what he says next makes that atmosphere vanish in an instant.

"Anything you want to tell me, baby?" he asks softly.

Fuck.

He doesn't know, right? How can he? It's not like he set up cameras in our bedroom or anything. "No?" I ask with a higher pitch than normal, trying to sound innocent and confused. "What's wrong?"

He smirks. "Stand," he orders, and even though my heart is beating faster than I think I can handle, I obey him. "Strip," he continues once I'm standing.

I stare at him wide eyed. If I'm being punished for breaking a rule, he hasn't told me which yet, even though there's really only one I could've broken. Or, well, I guess I

did

break it.

I slowly pull my shirt over my head, then unbutton my jeans and pull both them and my underwear down my legs. I didn't wear a bra, so I'm completely bare for him.

I stand there, a bit awkwardly, trying not to cover myself with my hands. His eyes, lit with heat, go up and down the entire length of my body several times, and it isn't long before I see a tent in his slacks.

"Crawl to me," he orders, sending shivers down my spine. I know better than to question him, so I slowly lower myself to the carpeted floor. I stick my hands out, raising my butt into the air.

And then I crawl.

Humiliation racks my whole body as I place one hand in front of the other, but it does nothing but send heat and a steady pulse to between my legs. The carpet digs into my palms and my knees, like a reminder that I'm humiliating myself on the floor for my husband.

I maintain eye contact with Sean as I make my way over the floor. He looks like he's barely keeping himself constrained, like the sight of me is going to make him lose control, and I smile a little at the power it gives me. I might be the one on the floor for him, but it's affecting him as much as it is me.

And boy, it really is affecting me. Even now, barely halfway across the floor, I feel slick between my legs. The air hitting me there reminds me that I love nothing more than being degraded like this, and by the look in his eye, I know he knows it too.

I move gracefully, with feline movements, making sure to sway my hips as much as possible. Even though I'm terrified of what will happen when I reach Sean's feet, I still take my time, trying to look as good as I can.

And I still maintain eye contact, even when he breaks it to glance down between my arms, where my breasts hang and sway with each movement of my limbs. I'm breathing heavily at the way he licks his lips.

Fuck

, I want nothing more than to suck on his tongue right now.

Finally, I reach him. I sit up on my knees, looking up at him. He's barely moved since I stripped, still lounging casually in his deep burgundy, plush armchair.

Neither of us say anything for a while, but we're both breathing heavily, like what I just did was equivalent to having sex. The anticipation and fear racking my body makes me speak first. "What now, Master?" I'm hoping using his title will show that I'm trying to be good for him, but I know he won't let me escape a punishment if he thinks I deserve it.

He finally moves, placing both feet on the floor and leaning forward. His hand reaches out to lovingly rub my jaw, and he leans down to kiss my hair. "Good girl," he whispers, barely audible, and pride makes my lips tug up into a smile.

He scoots forward, coming even closer, so his butt is planted at the edge of the chair. "Tell me who you belong to, baby," he says, his voice low and gruff.

"You, Sir," I say without hesitation, making him smile. "I belong to you."

"That's right." He pets my head as a show of endearment. "And who owns you?"

"You own me, Sir."

"Good girl." The praise gives me another smile. He adjusts further, leaning down even more so his hand can reach between my legs. He cups me there, making me gasp. "And who owns this pretty pussy, baby?"

"You..." I gasp when he inserts a finger into me. I'm already so slick, there's no resistance, and the sensation makes me forget to reply for a moment. "You own it."

"Say it," he orders. His feet kick my knees apart, spreading me for him.

I can barely get the words out at the way his rough palm rubs my clit, but I try my best. "You own my pretty pussy, Master." I moan when my own words make my way back to me, my cheeks heating at the humiliation of what I just said.

He pulls away then, and I groan in frustration. My hands form fists at my sides, so fucking desperate to finish what he started, but I don't dare move them.

I look up at Sean, who leans back in his chair, getting comfortable again. "I'm going to ask again," he says, pausing to allow my head to tilt in confusion. I thought I did what he asked me? "Do you have anything to tell me?"

I falter, my eyes dropping to his legs so I don't have to look into his, but I still feel his gaze on me. He clearly knows, but

how

?

I meet his gaze again when I realise how he knows. I'd smack myself if I could, I'm so fucking stupid. I used one of the vibrators connected to an app on his phone,

of fucking course

he saw.

"I-" I start, shame pouring into my body at having to admit what I did. But I know it'll be worse if I don't, so I continue. With my eyes closed and head lowered, I say, "I touched myself without your permission, Sir."

When I look up at him again, he's nodding with an intense look on his face. "That's right. And why did you do that?"

I don't even know why, how pathetic is that? All I had to do was wait a few hours for him to come home, and he'd make me come so much that I couldn't walk again by tomorrow.

But I was buzzing with energy that I had to expend, and the anticipation of him coming home tonight had made me desperate. I thought I could get a quicky in, without him noticing until I told him when I was ready to take my punishment for it, and I could last the rest of the day until he came home.

But I basically announced it to him that I was touching myself when I grabbed the toy that I did.

"I'm sorry," I say, honestly.

"That's not an answer, little girl," he growls, the name sending shivers through my entire body. Even when I'm scared of him-no,

especially

when I'm scared of him-, I just get so fucking needy for him. And when he degrades me, all I want is to beg for more. "I'm not going to ask again," he warns, and I realise I've been staring at him like an idiot for several seconds.

"I was horny," I rush out, immediately closing my eyes at how stupid of an answer that was. "No, I was..." What was I? I lower my head, looking at his feet while I rack my brain for

any

good excuse.

He must notice how frazzled I am, because I hear him leaning forward before he hooks two fingers under my chin, slowly tilting my head up to face him again, and meets me with a reassuring smile. "It's okay, baby girl. You were horny." His next smile is one of amusement, and I barely stop myself from rolling my eyes or glaring at him.

"I'm sorry," I repeat.

"I know," he says, nodding. He releases my chin, then leans back into his chair. "Do you think you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes, Sir," I say, because yeah, I did break one of our most important rules.

He nods, then pats his thigh. I grab the hand he reaches out, slowly making my way up to lay in his lap, my ass facing him and probably leaving a wet spot on his thigh.

He grabs my hair with one hand, pushing my head down to rest on the armrest of the large chair, and his other rubs my butt. "I'm giving you twenty, little girl. I want you to count, got it?" I nod, biting my lip in anticipation.

His hand leaves my butt, and in the next moment, a yelp escapes my mouth as his large hand comes back down in a hard smack. "One," I breathe. I'm already shaking, even though it doesn't hurt that bad yet. It's the anticipation of what's to come, as well as how fucking horny this makes me, that makes me shake and shiver all over.

I rub my thighs together to get any friction, but I freeze when he lands another slap to my other cheek. "Two," I grit out.

The third strike hurts more than the first two since he's hitting a spot he's already hit, and it's just going to get worse from here. "Three."

This keeps going until I finally say, "Ten," with a sigh of relief, since he pauses there.

His grip in my hair tightens as he pulls my head up, and I grit my teeth at the sting. "Have you learned your lesson yet, girl?"

"Yes, god, yes," I push out, desperate to please him even though I know it's not going to make him stop.

He clicks his tongue, then pulls me even higher up as he leans closer to my ear. "We both know that's not true, baby girl. You're just halfway through your lesson." He sticks my earlobe in his mouth, biting so hard it makes me shriek in surprise, but just as soon as I moan at the sensation, he releases me.

I fall back down to the armrest, and this time, he doesn't grab my hair. Instead, he grabs my wrists, holding them up high in the air. I shiver in fear, because I know better than to try to fight him while he spanks me, so he must think I'm not going to be able to fight my instincts this time around.

He rubs my ass, soothing the sting a little. "Can you take ten more?" he asks, and I realise he's checking in.

"Yes, Sir. I'm okay." I don't think my ass agrees, but I don't care. I want to please him more than anything.

"Good girl. Remember your safeword." I nod, even though I'm not sure he can see me, and then he lands a slap harder than all the ones that came before right onto my ass.

I let out a shriek. "Evelen!" I barely get the word out before he repeats the same motion on my opposite cheek. "Twelve!" I realise now why he had to grab my wrists in his firm grip, because I'm trying desperately to fight him off, even at this early stage. My legs are kicking at him, even though I don't want to, and he growls as he places his forearm across both my calves, pinning them to the armrest.

"Stay still," he orders, and I let out a little whimper, but obey him as best I can.

He releases my legs, then goes back to spanking me. I make it to fourteen before he gives me another pause, gently rubbing my burning ass.

"You're doing so well for me, princess," he praises. "Taking your punishment so well. Just three more on each cheek, okay?"

"Yes, Master," I breathe, blowing whisps of hair around my face. "I'm ready."

I'm not ready. Clearly I'm not, based on how I scream at the next smack. "Fifteen." I can barely get the word out without my voice breaking.

Another and another, each on different cheeks. Tears are running down my cheeks at the pain, but the thought of safewording doesn't even pass my mind.

When we finally get to the last two, Sean pauses again, rubbing both my cheeks with his palm. I can feel his erection straining against his slacks, and I remind myself that he'll probably fuck me once this is over.

I take a breath, just as he gives me the second to last slap. "Nineteen!" And finally, "Twenty."

I breathe heavily, slumped completely against the armrest. Sean releases my wrists, and I can finally wipe away the hair sticking to my face.

I'm so wet it's not even funny, and he chuckles at the way I moan when he inserts two fingers into me. He doesn't move them when he bottoms out, so I clench around him, desperate for any friction. "You did so well, baby. Such a good girl."

"Thank you, Master..." Each word is breathy, since I'm panting heavily and can barely talk.

He eases me off him, letting me drop to the floor. My heels dig into my ass, making me wince, as I kneel before him like I did earlier.

His fingers roughly grab my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "What did we learn, baby?"

"Not to touch myself without your permission, Sir," I say, the words sounding muffled thanks to his firm grip on my chin.

He nods, satisfied. "And why is that?"

"Because you own my pussy, Sir," I reply, shivers running down my spine at the humiliating words.

"Such a good little girl." He lets go of me, then motions down to his hard arousal trying to free itself from his zipper. "Now show me how sorry you are, baby, and I might let you come."

He doesn't need to ask twice.

I eagerly unbuckle his belt and undo his slacks. He lifts his butt into the air, allowing me to pull them down a little, along with his briefs, making his thick length spring free, almost hitting me in the face.

I go to take him in my mouth, but he grips my hair to stop me, making me hiss in pain. "Take your time," he says with a sympathetic smile, like he feels bad for making me slow down.

And he should, because I'm so damn turned on that I want nothing more than to swallow him whole. But I obey, and when he releases me, I slowly lower my head and lick his bead of arousal off his tip.

The masculine moan that escapes him is so unashamed that it makes me impossibly hotter between my legs. I'm aching, so damn desperate to touch myself that I'd beg for it, but I instead focus on sucking his head between my lips. My tongue darts out at the same time, pushing underneath his foreskin and licking eagerly.

My hand grips his shaft, and I moan at the feel of his impossibly soft skin, covering the hardness beneath it. My other hand comes out to softly tug at his balls, making him groan.

He places both his hand on my head, but he doesn't put any pressure on me. He's still in control, even as he's letting me pleasure him how I want.

After a minute of sucking on his head, he firmly grips the back of my head and pushes me down onto him. I try my best to not gag, but with the angle we're at, it's almost impossible. Sean has trained me, but he hasn't completely removed my gag reflex.

But when I gag around him, he just moans, turned on by my struggle to accommodate him. He holds me down, constricting my breathing. If I move an inch or take anything more than a shallow breath, I'll gag, so I hold my breath and stay as still as I can.

He finally releases me, and I take a deep breath when I come back up for air. I rest my cheek on his thigh, eventually sticking my tongue out to lick at him, and when I catch his gaze, his eyes wrinkle with amusement and affection.

I grab his length, slowly pumping up and down at a leisurely pace, and his breath hitches. "That's so good, baby," he praises, and I smile against his leg.

I keep going for another minute before I take him between my lips again. I lick at him as I do, loving the taste of his skin and the way he feels in my mouth. He twitches, and I up the pace, bobbing up and down as far as I can go.

It doesn't take long before I feel him shuddering, and he releases into my mouth. I moan when I feel the hot liquid hit my tongue, and I eagerly lap up anything that escapes my lips. I swallow everything I can, and by the time he relaxes in his chair again, there's nothing left.

We're both breathing heavily, and I'm waiting politely for him to tell me I can come. I wouldn't last long, I've been on edge ever since my knees hit the floor earlier.

After a few moments, he finally looks down at me, a little dazed and with a tired smile on his face. "Do you think you deserve it?" He doesn't have to specify what he's talking about. I nod eagerly. "Then tell me again. Tell me again that you belong to me."

I look into his eyes as I say, "I belong to you, Sir."

"Stick a finger inside yourself," he orders, and I eagerly comply, gasping a little at the friction. "Feel that? Feel how wet you are?" he asks, and I nod. "That belongs to

me

, little girl. Not you. What were you thinking about when you were touching yourself?"

"You," I breathe. "Always you."

He hums. "That's right, because I

own

you. Everything from your beautiful pussy to every thought that enters your head, it

all belongs to me

." I nod, desperate to hear the words that I know are true.

"If you want to touch yourself, you need to ask permission from me, got it?"

"Yes, Sir," I tell him, and he gives me a proud smile.

He stands, forcing me to scoot backwards to not get smacked in the face by his half-erect cock. I look up at him, finding a savage grin on his face, and he leans down, placing both hands on my shoulders.

"Lie down," he says, then pushes me down. I untuck my legs from beneath me, stretching them out, then lie down onto the carpeted floor.

Once comfortable, I look up at him again. He's kneeling between my legs, which he spreads wider and wider, and I shiver at the open air hitting my exposed centre.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he groans, making me shiver and smile. A moment later, I feel him leaning down, and then I feel his soft tongue licking a path up my entire slit.

I shudder, a gasp escaping my lips. He's unrestrained, like he's starved for me, lapping away at me like he can't get enough. I moan, my legs coming around his head and squeezing, and my hands holding his head down for some semblance of control.

Sean moans when I tug at his hair. "You taste so fucking good," he says against me, panting. His lips come up to around my clit, which he sucks into his mouth.

My back arches, and my legs tighten around his head, keeping him as close to me as I can. "I'm close," I gasp when I feel flutters in my lower abdomen.

He doesn't slow down, even when I cry out at the orgasm he gives me. He eagerly stuffs his face as close as he can get while I come, trying to make this last as long as it can.

Once I come back down, I release him. I feel limp. My limbs are like jelly, and I'm pretty sure I'm one wrong move away from getting a leg cramp from how hard I was clenching.

He kneels upright, smiling at me. "See how much harder you come when I make you do it on my face?" I chuckle, wiping away the sweat from my face.

He stands, then picks me up in his strong arms, bridal style, and gently kisses my hair. "You were such a good girl for me tonight," he praises, and I burrow my head into his hard chest.

We make our way to the bathroom, and he spends a few minutes cleaning me up before we go to bed. And when he pulls my back against his chest, I smile, eager for the next time he reminds me who I belong to.