Lila's heart pounded in her throat as she knelt down on the carpet, clad in only a black pair of panties, with her back to the apartment door. He had instructed her to take this position in his texts - kneeling, knees spread, eyes downcast, hands palms up resting on her thighs. She heard the door open and close behind her, heard him slowly taking off his coat and shoes, opening a cupboard, and filling a glass of water at the sink. She tried to steady her breathing, but it was a lost cause. Her chest was heaving with anticipation as she felt him draw nearer to her.
The back of his hand grazed her shoulder and she inhaled sharply at the contact, aching for more. He kept his touch light, grazing, dizzyingly elusive as he knelt behind her, caressing her arms and neck. His breath was slow and steady in her ear. How could he be so fucking calm? She could barely breathe.
"Have you been following all the rules?" His voice was gentle. She nodded. She didn't have permission to speak. "Was it hard?" Another nod. She hadn't been allowed to touch herself for the last 24 hours. It had been trying, especially since he had teased her with texts telling her all the things he wanted to do to her.
His hands were still light on her skin, meandering down her sides and up her spine. Lila felt her breath catch as his hands slowly found their way to her breasts, moving over them treacherously slow, her nipples hardening at his touch. A moan escaped her lips without her permission, it was a pitifully desperate sound that sent a flush up her cheeks. Hot embarrassment that crept to the tips of her ears.
"Someone is a little overly excited," the smile in his voice was evident as he quietly withdrew his hands from her body. She managed not to make a sound of disappointment. Barely.
The sound of rummaging behind her, the unzipping of his duffle bag, he moved away from her and she heard the tap running. Lila tried to focus on steadying her breath, slowing it down. In and out. In and out.
She had finally gotten it just under control when he sat down on the sofa in front of her. He had covered whatever he had just washed in one of her yellow dish towels, and laid it next to him. He was wearing jeans and a crisp white button-down. She saw with some satisfaction that he was hard enough to tent the denim of his jeans.
"Open your mouth." His hand caressed her face, his thumb rubbing her lips, then sliding slowly into her wet open mouth. He tasted clean, his hand smelled like dish soap. He slid in and out of her mouth slowly. And then withdrew his hand, wiping it against her breast, and pulling away a corner of the dish towel to reveal a black ball gag. He quietly placed it in her open mouth, smoothed her hair out of the way, and fastened the buckle at the back of her head.
James hooked a finger gently under Lila's chin and tilted her face until her gaze was level with his. He made a small satisfied sound, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You look so beautiful like this." The pleasure in his voice was palpable. Lila felt the satisfaction of it wash over her.
He let his hand trail down the front of her neck, to her collar bone, to the swell of her breast. She let her gaze fall, her eyes closed as he gently took a nipple between his thumb and finger. The pressure tightened steadily until it was as strong as she liked it, and continued getting firmer. She could feel an ache between her legs becoming palpable as he twisted her nipple roughly, her breathing becoming ragged as the pain became sharper. Then he released her nipple, gently running his hands flat over both breasts, sending her into dizzying ecstasy as he caressed her sensitive flesh. She could feel her panties getting wet.
"Turn around." His voice was still calm, but there was an edge to it now. Desire. She complied, turning her back to him. "Face down, ass up." She pressed her face into the carpet, lifting her ass up into the air, and scooting back a little closer to him so she would be easier to reach.
His hand rested on her ass cheek for a moment, she felt herself tense in anticipation. But rather than spanking her as she had expected, she felt him begin to stroke her thighs, the small of her back. She relaxed a bit, feeling relief but also a little disappointment as she was always turned on by spanking.
"Keep your ass up as high as you can." There was an edge of warning in his voice now. Lila quickly pushed her hips further into the air, feeling her hamstrings strain as she stretched to obey his command.
"Good girl. Do you want to be spanked?"
"Yes." Her voice was garbled by the gag.
Smack.
"Do you mean yes, Sir?"
"Yes, Sir."
Another smack, followed by another, and another. Then his hand was gentle again, stroking her. The next smack was hard. It made Lila gasp aloud, and she could almost feel his knowing smile as he continued a firm series of blows to her right ass cheek. As she felt the pain start to build, her muscles tensed, and he went back to the gentle stroking of her reddened skin. She felt him loop his fingers around the waistband of her panties and pull the fabric away from her skin, down her thighs. Now his quiet, tender stroking was against bare skin, his hands warm and comforting.
And then there was something cool to the touch being pulled smoothly across her butt cheeks. It was slow, still gentle. She recognized the feel of a wooden paddle being drawn slowly against her skin. The anticipation of the next blow bubbled up in her. She felt her breathing quickening with excitement and just a touch of fear. The impact of the paddle was sharper than his hand, the sound of it making contact with her skin was more taught. Five sharp strikes, her muscles tightening, then his hand gentle against her again.
Lila's face flamed red with embarrassment as she felt his hand graze her soaking wet pussy lips. "Hmmm, seems like you really enjoy a bit of spanking, don't you?" His voice was smiling again.
She nodded.
