In My Defense I Was Stressed Pt 02

Shit! Shit shit shit! What are you even doing home?

"Well? Nothing to say for yourself?" You ask. Your voice is steady, too calm. As if you'd just asked me if it was raining outside.

I lay still on the bed. Not speaking, my heart trying to force itself out of me. You walk over to the bed and sit down beside me but not facing me. I attempt to close my legs but you stop me, your hand on my thigh. I can feel the heat radiating off of you. You turn your head towards me but you're still not looking at me straight on. "Is today Wednesday?", you ask.

"No, sir" I say rolling my eyes. Wednesday's are my designated 'free days'. The day where I can do as I please as much as I please. No asking for permission necessary. I really hope you didn't see my eye roll. "It's Friday...sir".

"Right", you say. "Touch yourself" you say. When I hesitate you finally look at me. "Now."

I run my hands over my exposed breasts slowly while you stare into my eyes. "You know that's not what I meant" you say. You take my hand and place it on my pussy and hold it there firmly. I draw in a quick breath. You know how sensitive I am after I cum- and you've just seen me cum hard. You massage my pussy using my hand for a bit then take your hand away. I know you want me to keep going, so I do, just more gently than you.

You shift your sitting position on the bed so that you are facing me. "So" you say- still so fucking calm- "tell me what got you so worked up that you forgot all about me."

"I didn't forget about y-" you slap my cheek, lightly- but a slap is a slap. You hold my check in your hand and I turn my face toward it to kiss your palm. I've found that this is a small gesture to bring you back to me. Yes, I am the picture of contrition as I kiss your palm and look at you with my eyes all big and pleading.

"I never forgot about you, sir. I was having a horrible day at work. I wanted to relieve some stress. I started massaging my shoulders and one thing led to the next. I will accept any consequences my disobedience has led to" I say sweetly.

You take in a deep breath and let it out. "So having a rough day at work, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Fuck patience. Fuck me, for that matter! You decided that I could not adequately care for you?"

"No that's not it at all." I try to explain but you cut me off again.

"Oh so you thought I would deny you? Is that it?" you demand.

"No. I-I guess I was not thinking. I -" you cut me off. Your hand swiftly goes from my cheek to the back of my neck as you raise my head from the bed to kiss me roughly. Claiming my mouth with yours, you force your tongue in my mouth. I moan into you before you end the kiss. Still holding my head up you lean your forehead against mine and close your eyes. "Trying to discipline you is like trying to discipline a cat. You just don't care about breaking the rules, do you?" With that, you release me and get up from the bed.

Stunned and clearly agitated I stare up at the ceiling in silence. You walk around the bed to the nightstand, removing your ring and your watch. "Who the fuck told you to stop rubbing that pussy?" you ask. I don't answer. You turn to look at me and you are pissed. I return my hand to my slit.

"Turn over and get on your knees. Head on the pillow and ass in the air." I do as I'm told, my pussy dripping again. I try not to let my excitement show. I'm eager for your cock to be inside me, punishing my pussy.

"I'm not going to fuck you." you say. I must have let out a moan in exasperation. "You don't get rewarded for being bad. You were impatient and couldn't wait to get your hands on that slut pussy so you're going to make yourself cum again, this time on your knees. You want to behave like a slut you'll be treated like a slut."

You've removed your pants and you take your cock out of your boxers. You kneel on the bed in front of me. "Open you mouth," you say. Your voice even and calm. As soon as I do, you enter my warm, wet mouth. I thought you wanted to fuck my mouth roughly but your thrusts are slow and controlled. Almost like you are making love to my mouth. "Finger your pussy harder. Don't you even think of cumming." I fuck myself harder. "You steal an orgasm, get caught and then you have the nerve to roll your fucking eyes at me!" You can hear my wetness. I'm moaning and drooling all over your dick. Soon, you are moaning, too.

"Mmmmmhhhmmmm...Good girl," you moan. Your thrusts are faster and I know your about to cum. You grab my hair tightly. You're breathing harder and truly fucking my mouth. I feel your cock pulse in my mouth right as you explode. You hold my head in place as I lick and suck you, my fingers still fucking my pussy.

You pull out of my mouth and shift slightly behind me, replacing my fingers with yours. "In your mouth," you whisper. I immediately suck my juices from my fingers while you fingers bring me closer. My back arches and my thighs are shaking, you finally tell me I can cum. I all but collapse as I do. You keep fucking me with your fingers and you grab my hair pulling my head back.

"Who do your orgasms belong to?" you demand.

"You!" I scream as I cum again. "My orgasms belong to you!"

"And who am I to you?"

"My master!"

"Good girl," you say as you release me.

I'm a quivering mess on the bed. You cover me with the sheet, kiss my lips and walk out of the bedroom.