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I look down at my phone to check the time.
4:42.
We’ll be leaving around 6, and I haven’t even thought of what to have for dinner.
I walk out and reveal the outfit I chose for the party to my date, and give a little twirl
I laugh at his slack face.
“You like?” I question with a teasing remark.
He doesn’t answer, just walks up to me to examine it more closely before placing a small kiss on my lips. I return the favor heavily and it turns into much more than innocent affection.
I begrudgingly stop my little moment of weakness to ask about what I came out for.
“Wait - wait. What do you want for dinner?”
He thinks for a moment before giving me a smirk. “I don’t know darling, but you’re having me for dinner…”
Before I have time to respond, he grabs my hair at the nape of my neck and shoves me to my knees.
I start to reach for his pants when he turns around and grabs his beer and walks to the couch, leaving me on the floor.
Confused I stare after him for a moment.
“Come here slut, I don’t have much patience”
My eyes widen at his tone and I quickly make my way to follow and kneel in front of him.
I look up at him through my eyelashes before trailing my hands up his thighs, teasing him for a moment, until I reach his belt.
Unclasping it and his pants, I look at his already sizable bulge. Looking up at him, I see his “try and test me face” and decide to keep silent.
I get further up on my knees and pull his dick out of his pants, slowly pumping my hands up and down his length.
He exhales, the first sign of pleasure from him, and I move my hand faster, squeezing harder at the tip and using my wrist to twist my hand around him.
“Mmm good girl”
I beam at his praise and keep working him.
Once I see his precum start to drip from the tip, I stop and look up at him for guidance.
Feeling no friction, he reaches down and grabs my hair, pulling me toward him.
“Open.”
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I had to redo my hair with how roughly he dealt with it earlier, but we were out of the house only a little after six so we didn’t do too bad.
Once we got to the party, we exchanged greetings and grabbed a few drinks, wandering around to socialize and eventually ending up on the couch.
His friends were around us and making conversation and he had me sit on his lap while he absentmindedly stroked my thigh through the slit in my dress.
Shivers kept creeping up my spine at his ministrations, and I kept grinding down and shifting to get some friction where I needed it.
“You better knock it off real quick because you won’t be able to handle the consequence of continuing”
His sharp whisper in my ear startled me and I shifted on him again, now noticing his growing erection prodding my backside.
I smirk knowingly and grind harder, moving my hips with the music playing, and during his sentence to his friend his breath catches and I chuckle to myself.
He grows quiet and I feel his hand slip around my throat and pull me to him.
“Enough, slut. Kneel. You don’t deserve to be on the couch with me.”
I stiffen.
“Here?? Now? But there’s people… they’ll see…”
“Now is that what I asked you? Are you supposed to question me when I tell you to do something?”
My eyes widen and I open my mouth to say something before just shaking my head no.
“That’s what I thought baby. Now get. On. Your. Knees. Before I make a spectacle of you in front of everyone.”
I know he would, so I try to slyly slide off of him and kneel at his feet, wrapping an arm around his leg.
He looks down and whispers “such a good little slut. But you will be punished for your hesitation”
He then continues his conversation with his friend who looks slightly confused at the new seating arrangement.
My mouth remains open in shock until his hand reaches down and caresses my hair. I lean into his hand and zone out for awhile. That is until I feel it pulled again.
Using my hair as leverage, he pulls me to my feet and leads me to an empty room.
I had been so relaxed I forgot about the punishment.
He threw me to the floor and walked over to the bed, patting his lap expecting me to come sit.
I go to sit but he grabs me and bends me over his knees. Fuck.
“You know why you’re being punished? Hmm?”
I nod silently, looking at the floor. He didn’t like that. My head is jerked to look at him.
“Use your words. So fucking pathetic you can’t even say it aloud. I’ll repeat myself once more. Do you know why you’re bent over my lap?”
“Yes…”
“Yes what?”
“Yes… sir”
“Tell me.”
After a few more times of prompting, I finally apologize for disobeying him. Of course an apology is never enough to please him.
He lifts up my skirt, pleased at my choice of panties. I stiffen, waiting for the blow.
When it doesn’t happen I look up at him, and that’s when he hits, as soon as my guard was down.
The slap was loud in the empty room, but was certainly drowned out by the music playing mutedly outside the door.
The sudden sting caused an embarrassing yelp to escape my mouth. This of course delighted him.
He slapped harder the next time, a fine imprint starting to show on my ass.
He took his sweet time savoring my punishment, hitting different places to avoid me becoming used to the sensation. My lower thighs, ass, and even slit was hit repeatedly.
When he was finished, he pulled me to him, kissing me deeply.
I inhaled sharply at my freshly abused ass sitting on him once again, his pants being abrasive but leaned into his lips savoring it.
He pulled away and praised me at how well I took the spanking.
His hand then reached into my panties and noted my wetness.
Smirking, he circled my clit with his finger until I moaned aloud. He stopped.
With a displeased look, he laid me on the bed and grabbed my purse I brought in with us earlier.
Setting it on the bed, he turned to me and pulled down my panties.
“You’re going to have to learn to be quiet, or I will make you. You didn’t think a spanking was the only thing being done to you tonight, did you? No darling, you’re mine to use and use I will. Since you derived so much pleasure from the last punishment, let’s see how well you like this one.”
He pulled out a few items from the bag and I opened my mouth to question him before my wet panties were shoved in my mouth as a gag.
“That should keep you quiet. And don’t you dare think of removing it.”
I whimpered into my gag but relaxed against the mattress I was on.
I then felt him getting on top of me, raising my arms above me.
I felt a click around each wrist and realized we must be in one of his friends rooms otherwise he wouldn’t have known that cuffs were there. I’m so screwed.
After seeing my look of panic, he smiled and gave me a quick peck on the forehead.
That’s the last bit of affection I’ll get for awhile.
He grabbed ahold of the first item he took out of the bag and ran it up and down my wet slit, deliberately making it run over my clit so my hips would jolt.
The toy, what felt like a dildo, was pressed against my wet entrance and slowly pushed in. My back arched and my gasps were successfully muffled by the gag.
After it appeared to be all the way in, he pulled it back out a few inches and pushed it back in.
He fucked me with the dildo until I was aroused enough for his liking before it was pushed all the way in and left it there.
My breathing had begun to pick up, and I tried to catch my breath quickly before he grabbed another item.
He uncapped the bottle in his hand, and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers. Pinning my waist to the bed, he reached back and found his second target.
For a while he simply ran his fingers around my ass, teasing me with what was about to come. Slowly he eased one finger in, to the knuckle, before twisting and curling it inside me.
As anticipated, I jerked and tried to squirm away but the cuffs on my wrists and his hand on my waist kept me firmly in place. I could only take what he gave me.
He added a second finger, scissoring and opening them to stretch me out to accommodate my next intrusion.
After he got three fingers in and teased me a little more, he pulled them out again grabbing the lube bottle.
“I packed this just hoping you’d decide to misbehave and low and behold my filthy little slut does. Naughty little thing you are.”
He grabs the final item in sight, and covers it in lube. At least he’s not going in dry.
He prods my entrance with the beaded plug, and pushes in the first bead.
It’s a small stretch, nothing compared to the three fingers that were used to prep me earlier.
The second bead is a bit larger, as is the next 3. Slowly but surely the plug is inevitably inserted and left in place.
I try to focus my breathing and relax until he starts to move both objects inside me.
I jolt away and moan as they’re both taken out and shoved back in again.
After a few minutes of the double penetration, he shoves the beaded plug in all the way and continues to fuck me with the dildo. Reaching back, he slowly twists the plug making me squirm from the feeling.
Once my orgasm starts building, he stops and removes himself from the bed, wiping his hands on a towel nearby.
Confused, I make a noise but he reaches up and takes out my panty gag.
The panties, now wet with both my saliva and arousal, are put back on me making sure the plug and dildo stay in place.
My cuffs are undone, and the circulation is rubbed back into them.
I try to sit up but gasp as this pushes the toys deeper inside me.
Oh so this is the punishment.
After I get dressed and fix my hair to a moderately presentable degree, I’m led out of the room by his hand on the small of my back.
Once again, we reach the couch and sit down. Thankfully, I’m allowed on his lap again.
He continues to tease me and caress my body at different times to get a rise out of me, while carrying on with conversations with other people.
The plugs weren’t that hard to get used to; that is until I had to move around.
Chills go down my body as he whispers “go get me a beer love. Don’t take your time about it either” directly into my ear.
I look up at him, screaming no with my eyes but he just raises his eyebrow. I know I can’t take another punishment so I stand up and walk out of the room to the best of my ability.
With every step, each toy is shoved deeper inside me and I’m wet enough that they constantly are sliding in and out while I’m walking. It takes all of me to try to keep a straight face to get to the fridge.
Finally, I make it back to him and hand him his beer.
He smiles and thanks me before I sit back down again.
“You know baby, I think my friend here needs one too. Why don’t you be a doll and grab it for him?”
I see him smirking at me as I get up to leave the room again, no doubt his friend has no idea what’s going on.
I return once again with the friends beer and attempt to sit down, but I’m stopped before I can.
He looks at me directly before dropping his phone on the floor.
“Pick it up.”
I lean down to pick it up and am rewarded with a slap on my already sore ass.
I help and jerk up, glaring at him.
“Not that way, pick it up.”
I sink to my knees and hand him his phone.
The new position of course moves the toys around again.
This continues for a few hours, him making me get him or his friends things or having me do mundane tasks. Constantly having me get up and down on my knees between tasks.
By the time the party ends, I’m a flustered mess. My face is beet red, and every touch he gives me sends jolts of pleasure to my core.
We exchange our goodbyes to everyone, and make our way to the cab we had ordered.
He has me sit right in between his legs during the ride, and he absentmindedly reaches through the slit in my dress and plays with my clit through the fabric, occasionally pausing to push one of the toys in for a moment, while he uses his other hand to scroll through his phone.
I keep quiet as best as I can to make sure the driver doesn’t catch us, but when we tip him afterwards I can see his blush across his face.
Finally, I pass through the threshold of the front door and lose my composure.
Once again, I drop to my knees this time moaning aloud at the shifting intrusions.
“Come here baby”
I follow him, and he sits on the couch motioning me to straddle him.
It’s gonna be a long night…