It had been a long, arousing day. Every moment possible, he'd brushed against her, or made a sexy remark, or just flashed her those luscious eyes and she'd felt the tingle between her legs. And he'd escalated the arousal, too, his touches becoming more bold and unmistakable, his gaze more heated and suggestive. So when he called to her and asked her to come into the bedroom, her body had flushed hot and she'd almost scrambled.
"I want to try something new, Cat."
He was sitting in the big chair, legs crossed casually at the knee, looking impeccable in his slacks and sapphire blue button up. The large tablet was laying across his lap and he'd steepled his fingers in front of him. She paused in the doorway, slightly confused and disappointed.
"Like what?" Her voice was husky with need and he flicked stern eyes to hers.
"Like something new. Strip down to your panties and bra, and come sit in my lap." He was all Dominant, her Sir, and the submissive in her leapt eagerly up to obey. The desire rippling through her veins made her bratty though, and she sulked as she slowly moved to lean against the bed.
"Why panties? Why can't I be naked?" She felt the pout form on her lips and she bit them hard to stop it, but he saw the expression and lowered his eyebrows.
"I said panties. The longer you whine like a spoiled child, the longer this will take. Don't make me devise a punishment tonight."
She knew by now that His punishments were just barely pleasant enough to not make her cry, but they were hardly fun, and so she obeyed with only a slight reluctance. His eyes raked over her, bringing goosebumps to her skin, once she stood before him, and he released his legs as she moved to sit.
"Straddle my lap, then put your hands behind your back." She saw a flash of neon pink and knew he had one of the Velcro strap restraints hidden and wadded in his hand. Her stomach clenched with excitement and she trembled. Slowly, she lowered herself into his lap, her clothed crotch screaming in excitement as it pressed against his muscled thighs. She groaned softly when she slid her hands around to his, the movement pressing her forward and onto her clit. Mercifully he was quick with the restraints, and as soon as they were wrapped comfortably he pulled her back to lay against him and picked the tablet back up.
"You indicated that you'd like to watch porn with me. I think we'll do that tonight. Additionally, we'll work on orgasm control. Instead of racing right to the goal, we'll work our way up to it, and enjoy the ride."
His voice was smooth and washed over her like warm honey, but she stiffened slightly in frustrated fear. "Do we have to work on orgasm control? I'm kind of riled up already and I could almost cry." She whimpered and bit her tongue to stop, and he sighed deeply, his big body cradling hers.
"We do have to work on it, yes. I will give you a quick release now, but to earn my favor you need to be spanked, hard, 20 times. Do you still want a quickie?"
Cat's body screamed for freedom from the hormones racing through her and she pouted slightly before nodding. She hated the hard spankings, because they hurt more than she liked, and Chase was prone to using studded leather paddles and severe crops. But all the same, she felt she could endure the pain if it meant she could cum soon.
She leaned over the large ottoman in front of them, and his large hand took a firm hold of hers to prevent her from reaching for her stinging bottom mid-swing. He warmed her up by first rubbing his hands over her soft cheeks, tugging at the lacy boyshort legs, then surprised her with a swift, sharp slap against one side. She gasped and tried not to wriggle, and he let the sting almost go away before unleashing another harsh blow on the other cheek.
"Count the strikes. If I don't hear the number, I'll have to redo it."
"That was two." Her voice quivered and he shook her bound hands. "That was two, Sir," she quickly corrected herself, and he rubbed her back in approval before taking up her hands again and continuing the penance.
Another slap. "Three." Then two more, swiftly, on the same cheek. "Four-five." It stung and her skin was hot, and he swapped to the next cheek.
"S-six." His fingertips hit her that time, and her control weakened and she wiggled her hips.
"Be still, pet." The authority in his voice stilled her movements and she nodded, swallowing a whimper.
He resumed, this time hitting her with several rapid, stinging smacks. She stumbled on her words, managing to gasp out the count. "Fifteen."
She heard a rustle, and then the smooth, cool sensation of leather brushed over her burning flesh. She gasped against her better judgment and shied away from it, and Chase jerked lightly at her cuffs.
"I said be still. Two more lashes for that infraction." Chase was enjoying the redness blooming across her ample bottom, but his hand was beginning to tingle and he wanted it intact for the pleasures ahead. He kept a basic leather slapper under the chair, among other toys, and he pulled it out with excitement. He pressed his hand against the crest of her cheeks to hold her hips still then tapped the leather against the back of her thighs. It was his second favorite fleshy part to redden, and he suspected she was getting too sore.
Cat felt the cool leather brush against her thighs and she gasped as he struck her sharply across both legs. His firm grasp on her hips tightened, and he took a handful of panties with it. The movement brought the cloth firmly inside her swollen folds and right against her already sensitive clit and she cried out as her body jerked. She clenched her hands into tight fists and struggled for control.
"Hmm...what number was that?" His deep voice rolled over her again and she found strength in it.
What damn number are we on anyway?
She fumbled in her mind before recalling it. "Sixteen, Sir."
He chuckled, his grip not loosening on the cloth and he tugged it again before hitting her across the thighs again with the slapper. It was harder this time and she almost came off of ottoman. She was distracted by the pain of the blow and the pleasure of the friction against her pussy and she gasped desperately for air.
"Seven...sevent-teen."
"Very good." More blows, randomizing between cheeks and thighs, and she arched higher with each one before collapsing in a shivering mess.
"Twenty two, Sir." That the words came out clearly impressed her and made it easier to manage the torment inside. She warmed to the purring approval in his voice.
"You did so well. Now, your reward." Almost with no warning he thrust two fingers inside of her slick, oozing walls and she clenched around them instantly. Her orgasm was imminent and she knew he knew it, and his thumb flicked down and buried her clit against her pubic bone. His fingers inside curled against her G-spot, and she was cumming before she knew it, the explosive sensation surprising her. She was overwhelmed and he stirred her pleasure higher and higher until her juices dripped down the inside of her thighs and her insides were cramping.
Finally he withdrew, tracing slick circles on her back with his soaked fingers before settling her panties back into place with sharp, quick tugs. He didn't give her time to catch her breath, pulling her upright with one powerful arm under her torso, then settling back into the chair. His big hands gripped her hips and supported her easily as she resumed the straddling position as before. Her butt cheeks were sore and protested, along with her stinging thighs, but he tucked her neatly against his hips with zero regard for her discomfort.
