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Oh? So you have a lot of courage to make your silly jokes at the dinner table, even if your voice trembles as i squeeze your thigh under the table, but now you're still and quiet? Looks like i taught someone right. But only indoors, hm?

Well, you look too good kneeling on this bathroom floor, looking up at me. Too good to let you go, back to your friends. Too good to not use you.

Hey, i'm talking to you. I am unbuckling my belt, but i am talking to you. Look me in the eye when i talk to you.

So, as I was saying... Your tongue is pretty fast when it comes to talking back in public. Let's see if it's fast giving me head, hm?

Cause who's pleasure matters the most? Who is in charge? Who do you adore? Who do you serve?

Mhm, that's what i thought. Your replies sound even better when muffled against me.

Oh, don't worry about your friends. Since you are so clever and talk back so easily, maybe you can be honest to them and straight up tell them that you were sucking my cock until i got so wet and bothered that i held you against the wall, pulled down my harness, and rubbed my cunt against you until i came.

Are you so brave still?

The ropes pressed against my sun kissed skin.

Body dripping with need.

My hands betrayed me with small, restless twitches as I knelt at the center of the bed, wearing nothing but the rope.

“Hand or paddle?” Your voice soft and gentle, despite the firmness of control.

My eyes averted yours—the shake in my voice clear as I whimpered out my answer. “Hands please.”

“Please what?” You left no room for uncertainty.

I swallowed down the nervous lump in my throat, Iris’s looking anywhere but in your direction—I nod slowly before giving the answer you wanted.

“Hands please Mommy.”

A small smile pulled at your red lips—a little unnerving seeing how truly happy you were about my choice.

For me this only meant one thing.

I wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for the next week at least.

You tilted your head slowly, hands covering your lower belly—your lips parting as you spoke “Okay.” You began “Shall we check first? Hmm? Because if I remember I asked you to sit nicely, no getting wet?” I knew why you were asking—I was determined to not give in to your teasing “But I have a feeling you are? And what happens if you are Angel?”

I hesitated to respond.

My chest rising and falling faster with each breath, my hands pressing again each inner thigh—almost to keep the wetness pooling or from leaking down my thighs.

“I—I get five more.” My eyes finally reaching yours—by the still smile on your lips, I knew I was in for a long night—I was in trouble.

The space between us tightens like the knots in the ropes against my skin.

Barely a breath.

You stepped forward…the look on your face gone from a smirk to firm, determined stare. Your eyes already dilated watching me attempting to stay still.

The mattress dipped as you knee sunk into it—fingers on my knees and pushing them slowly apart. You hang sliding up to my jaw—holding firm—eyes locked.

“Colour baby?”

“Green mommy.” Eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Such a good girl.” Your voice soft—cooing at me gently “now let’s check.” Your hands falling to my hips, pulling me up to my knees—pushing my thighs further apart…just slightly—just enough for you to get a good look and access to my pussy.

“Further.” You asked, tapping my thighs again. I knew you didn’t actually need me to, you just enjoyed watching me squirm, wiggle, trying not to reveal how absolutely drenched you were about to find me.

“So, let's find out how soaked my supposed good girl has been, or has she been a bit of a slut?"

My heart landed against my chest with fast thumps…palms sweating, stomach turning with desperation as you snapped on a glove.

My thighs clenching before you even had your fingers between me—but as soon as you did I let out a whine as your fingers slid through my wet fold, gently spreading them apart.

“Mommy please…” I breathed, gripping your shoulder—even as I soaked your fingers—you held them up to the light, my wetness coating your hand.

“Tsk. Tsk. Needy little slut. Your hole opening every time mommy looks in your direction.”

Silence.

You were right.

My walls clenched, waiting for what came next.