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“Knees,” he commands of me.
I let go of the hold I had on his arms and drop to the floor. I knew better than to question what he wanted of me or what my punishment would be for.
I turn my head down and put my hands in my lap as I sit on the floor. He walks around me once before stopping in front of me. He puts his hand in my hair, petting me. I close my eyes and lean in to his touch. I always enjoy how kind he is before and after these sessions. He quickly grabs a hold off my hair and pulls my head back to look at him. I gasp and stare wide-eyed at my Sir. He has a hint of a smile on his beautiful face and mischief in his eyes.
“I want you on all fours. Hold your position or I will have to start over,” he growls.
I nod my head and do as he says. As I crouch there on the floor, I rack my brain trying to remember what I have done to set him off. We have a set of rules I am supposed to follow, and I have followed them religiously. Or to the best of my knowledge I have.
He stands on his knees beside me. With one hand on my back and the other rubbing my ass, he begins to talk.
“I know you don’t want to admit this, but I can tell you need this as much as I do. I’ve noticed over the last few days how you’re not taking care of yourself. You’re worried karaman escort about something, but you wont talk to me about it. This is the only way I know how to handle it, and I’m hoping it will make you talk to me about what is bothering you,” he explains.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice,” I whisper to him.
“Baby, I know how to read your body. I know you better than you think. I notice everything you do,” he says as he continues to rub my ass.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“We can talk about this later, right now I need to punish you for your misbehavior,” he says before he swats me.
I pull in a breath and try to absorb the pain. I force my body to relax and settle into the motions as he moves from one cheek to the other. He hits me a dozen times before he removes his hold of me. I continue to stay on all fours until he releases me. I know if I move too soon, he will start over.
“You can sit back now, baby,” he says sweetly.
I move myself back to my kneeling position. My ass is throbbing, making it hard to lean back completely. What’s worse is the ache coming from my pussy. I need him now, and I don’t know if I can be patient.
He sits down on the floor in front of me, taking one hand to caress my cheek. I love feeling his kırıkkale escort hands on me, whether he be rough or gentle. He stares into my eyes, almost pleading with me to talk to him. He’s not one to beg, and this is as close as it gets.
“What’s on your mind, babe?”
“A lot of things,” I say honestly, but still staying vague.
“I’m worried. Tell me what has you so worked up.” He adds emphasis to the end of his command letting me know he means business.
“I don’t feel it’s the right time to discuss this, Sir. You’ve made your rules abundantly clear.”
“What rules are you referring to?”
“To your stipulation of long term commitment, Sir,” I whisper.
“I don’t understand why that has you so upset. We over these rules months ago.” He looks at me as though I’m sprouting another head.
“Please, Sir. I need you now,” I say as I scoot into his lap.
“Are you trying to change the subject,” he asks as he wraps his arms around me.
“Yes, Sir. I said now is not the right time,” I whisper.
“I’m not going to fuck you until you tell me what’s going on,” he says sharply.
I bury my face into his chest. I am beyond nervous to tell him what I need to say. I have been carrying this burden for the last week. kırklareli escort It has completely wrecked me keeping a secret from him. That is one of our rules, and I broke it. He could tell just from my body language that I was hiding something. That is truly how well he knows me.
“If you don’t tell me now, I will put you over my knee,” he warns.
I sit up straight to look into his eyes. I place my hands on his chest to center myself. I take a deep breath, and then let everything loose.
“When we began our relationship, I know we had an understanding. This was supposed to be temporary, not a permanent thing. You are still getting over your ex, and so am I. But the more time we spend together, the stronger my feelings become. I love you.” I pause to give him a chance to process.
He holds me a little tighter after I say it. I unconsciously hold my breath waiting for his response. He leans to kiss me, starting slow and sweet. I melt into his lips, taking everything he will give me. He breaks our contact to look into my eyes again. I begin to tear up knowing that he is about to end our agreement because I crossed that line.
“I was wondering if that was what had you so upset,” he says sweetly. “Believe it or not, I have some issues following the rules too. I love you.”
A tear escapes and rolls down my cheek. I’m so happy that I cannot stop myself. I grab his face between my hands and press our lips together. He matches my fervor with every fiber of his being.
That was the first night I ever had a man make love to me.