Chapter 4: Vibrations
You set me down on the kitchen table, grabbing a pillow from the couch to tuck behind my head. Turning away from me I hear the clink of silverware as you open a drawer. To my great surprise you pull out a small, black wand.
"Spread your legs for me, slut. You're going to have some fun while I make dinner."
I eagerly obey and you slip the head of the vibrator into my panties, allowing the body to rest against my right thigh. I gasp as you flick the vibrator on, twisting the small dial to set the vibrations at about half speed. You lean forward and kiss me, your tongue darting into my mouth, and then you're gone, standing up and smoothing your clothes, grabbing a cutting board as you get started preparing dinner.
"Does lemon and pepper chicken sound good to you baby?"
"That...ohhh...that sounds...mmm...sounds good." I barely manage to get the words out between moans. You get to work, occasionally pausing to fondle my tits or turn the vibrator up. I'm so turned on it only takes a few minutes for me to get close, begging you to cum. You pause in your preparations to lean down and kiss me as you turn the vibrator back down. I squirm against the ropes, whimpering loudly as I beg you to turn it back up.
"No." You reply with a chuckle, turning the vibrator off completely. You plant a small kiss on the tip of my nose, which only frustrates me further, and go back to work. Only once my begging finally subsided do you turn around and flick the wand back on.
You repeat this over and over, leaving the wand on for shorter periods of time as you bring me to the edge only to pull me away. I'm so incredibly desperate to cum and finally I reach a point where I know if you turned the wand on for just a second I would. You seem to know that too because at that moment you pull the wand away completely and help me sit up. It only takes you a few minutes for you to modify the tie, freeing my arms so I can eat. Sliding off the table, the friction of my panties rubbing against my clit causes desperate whimpers to escape my lips. Instead of turning away to get the plates off the counter, you move in closer, spinning me around and bending me over the table in one fluid motion. You use your foot to nudge my legs apart as you lean over me and whisper in my ear.
"Beg me to spank you for being such a naughty slut." I don't even stop to think before the words start tumbling out of my mouth.
"Please sir, please spank me. I'm your naughty little slut. Please, I need to be spanked until my ass is red for you." You laugh, a deep, rich sound.
"Of course I will, sweetheart! You're going to count each one, out loud, until we reach twenty. And you better not lose count." I barely have time to nod my head before your hand comes down on my ass. I jump, startled by the impact.
"I didn't hear a count, baby. Time to start over already?" I try to apologize but you don't wait for my answer. Another loud smack lands on my ass and I moan loudly.
"One, sir." I can't see you with my face pressed into the wood, but somehow I know you are smiling above me. You strike my other cheek and I continue counting. Once I reach twenty you stop, putting a hand to each cheek and kneading my sensitive, tingling ass. You pull your hands away to plant two sloppy kisses, one on each cheek.
"How do you feel, sweetheart? Did you enjoy your spankings?" Your hands are moving up my back now, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"Yes sir!" I reply. "Thank you for treating me like the desperate, horny slut that I am."
Your mouth replaces your hands as you kiss the back of my neck, pulling me upright as you do. I'm barely standing when your teeth find a large gap between the strands of rope wrapping themselves over my shoulders and you bite down, gently, onto my collarbone. I squirm beneath you.