Good Girls get to Play
‘You need to try some of the other rooms Elle, you can’t just stay hidden in the Toy Room.’ Thorn stroked her cheek gently with the back of his hand, the adoration for her plain to see on his face.
She shook her head vehemently, ‘I don’t like it, I feel exposed in those rooms.’ Her eyes beseeched him silently. She didn’t want to leave her safe haven.
Tell me what you get from the time you spend with the dolls, baby.’ He murmured, catching her earlobe between his teeth. She wriggled on his lap and sighed as sensations rushed through her in a warm spiral of sudden need.
‘I feel exhilarated. I love that I can control the dolls and toys and they won’t stop me no matter what I want to do. I love the silence. It doesn’t matter if I get things wrong in there. No one cares.’ She responded quietly leaning in against his chest, lifting her leg and placing her foot on the edge of his desk. Her wrap dress splitting open to reveal pouting pink pussy lips, swollen from finger tip spanks administered a few minutes earlier. Her fingers dropped down and smoothed the luscious lips, but she didn’t dare slide a finger in. He watched her hand, then cupped it with his own.
‘You hungry baby? You want some attention for your pussy?’ The rasp in his voice the only outward sign of his lust for her.
She nodded, her eyes heavy with desire, ‘uh huh,’ she muttered on a sigh as he manipulated her finger between the folds of her lips and pressed it against her clit, rubbing it, drawing it down along the length of her slick inner lips gently stroking back and forth never resting for long in one place constantly moving her finger so that the friction built slowly. He rested a finger at the opening of her core. She wanted to press against it, she wanted to feel him inside her, she knew if she did she would be punished so she kept her hips still and relaxed against his big chest and allowed his hand to guide hers.
‘What do you mean by get it wrong Elle?’ He pushed, he needed to find out what was driving her fears.
She wriggled against him, remaining mute, uncomfortable with the conversation now, she didn’t want him to think she was stupid or clueless about his world but she knew she had to give him an answer when his hand squeezed hers closed and he stopped her fingers from pleasuring herself.
‘I don’t know how to do most of the stuff they do in the dungeon section, It’s intimidating to watch them. I just know they would find me wanting. Besides I have no one I can play with in there because you’re working and I don’t want to disturb you.’ Elle held her breath for a moment as he relaxed his hand over hers. Her fingers unfurled and rested on her labia, not moving, just placed there.
His hand left hers, tugging at the end of the belt that held her dress together and as the sides fell away he smoothed his fingers over the soft swell of her breast as it revealed itself to him.
‘I wouldn’t want you to be in the dungeon unless I was with you Elle, but there are other rooms that you can explore. The sexual massage room for one, the spanking room, the caning room, the voyeurs room, all of those rooms don’t require you to have a partner with you and you’ve already had ample practise with the cane and the paddles. Besides, there are staff members who will always provide you with a play partner if you want one, if not one of them, they are all well versed in matching people up who need a partner for a scene.’ He stripped away her defences gently.
Her mouth formed into a stubborn pout and she dropped her gaze from his. She didn’t want to play with the staff members, they whispered about her behind her back, they always stopped talking when she walked into a room. She side stepped him suggesting one of them to her by focusing on what sounded like the least threatening of the rooms.
‘How can I play in the Voyeurs Room?’ She twisted round a little and looked up at him, baring both her breasts with the movement. He cupped them both and pinched the hard nubs until she moaned and bit her lip.
‘ Damn you’re a real pain bunny!’ he chuckled, delighting at her reactions, he continued to pull each nipple and then twist and pinch. He loved hearing her little moans of pain, he knew her pussy would be soaked with juices in no time at all. Eventually he answered her question.
‘The Voyeurs room can be used by you to try out your exhibitionism.’ He was distracted by her curves and dips, and he dropped a hand to allow his fingers to dance over her skin creating a trail of tiny bumps in their wake.
Her face flushed at the thought of exposing herself to complete strangers and her tummy curled with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation at the thought.
‘Would you be there?’ she asked on a yelp as her released nipple began to throb heavily.
Once again he took his time answering her. Instead he watched her, locking eyes with her, reading her reactions to him as his fingers stroked down the length of her body and back to her pussy. He dislodged her hand and drove three fingers deep inside her, plunging her depths, the squelching sound they made a testament to how wet she was. He smiled lazily at the flush of desire creeping up her neck to her cheeks, making her eyes droop closed with the swirling sensations he was creating inside her.
She moaned loudly and bit her lip, but she still didn’t dare to lift her hips, he was in control and she had learned that if she moved without his permission he would stop. She kept still. He was making her behave like one of the dolls she loved to play with and it frustrated and delighted her in equal measure.
‘I would be watching you from the viewing rooms. You would be in the exhibition room alone. Unless of course you wanted Annalise with you. You could play with each other and put on a full show if you wanted to.’ He suggested with a dark grin at her shocked expression.
She shook her head, her cheeks flaming even while her pussy tightened with excitement at the thought of the other girl.
Her focus shifted from the conversation to her body’s urgent hunger. Her orgasm was building rapidly, Thorn stretched her out across his lap, her foot still pressed hard against the edge of his desk, with one hand he held her other leg high, continuing to pump three fingers inside her throbbing pussy with the other. She couldn’t help herself, she arched up off his lap, her orgasm ripping at her insides, she tightened her pussy walls around his fingers in an effort to slow the pressure that was building.
He watched her face closely as he played with her, pushing her to the edge, just stopping short each time of pushing her over. His eyes darkened and she shivered at the expression as his mood shifted and he became her Sir.
His voice had dropped to a deep rasp, ‘Beg me Elle.’ He ordered her, ‘Beg for your orgasm. Plead with me for it.’
His thumb began rubbing her clit in a rolling motion that had her squealing with need, as he spread her wide with his four fingers, fucking her pussy harder and faster until she couldn’t hold on any longer.
‘Please Sir, Please let me cum, Please!’ She begged loudly, gasping as she desperately tried to hold her orgasm at bay under the onslaught of his driving fingers. Her hips writhed against his hand, pushing for release, her body trembling with the painful pleasure coursing through her. ‘Please Sir… please, I’m begging, please let me cum, I’ll do anything, just please….’ She sobbed as the tears began to fill her eyes.
‘Anything Elle?’ He asked lazily as he continued to fuck her hard and fast, rubbing her clit with the course pad of his thumb, sending spirals of lightning sensations zigzagging through her pushing her orgasm higher, until it was rolling on a tidal wave towards the waiting abyss. She was right on the edge looking down.
‘Anything!’ She screamed.
He slowed his pumping action on her pussy, reducing it to a leisurely stroke as he talked to her.
‘Not yet baby, I have a task for you, and if you promise to complete it, I will allow you to cum.’
She sobbed in frustration as her hips dropped back down onto his lap. She nodded her compliance, the tears leaking from her eyes and sliding down into her hair as she trembled, forcing her orgasm to quiet while she listened to his instructions.
‘I want you to go in to the Voyeur’s Room in a little while, stand in the centre of the room, remove your dress slowly, do a strip tease for all those voyeurs sat behind the windows watching you. Use the Chaise Lounge and place a leg along the back, spread your legs wide open, stroke yourself, take your favourite sex toy in with you and masturbate for them. I want you to cum three times before you leave the room. Will you do that for me Elle?’
Her eyes were closed against him, she had gone inside her head and he knew she was warring with her innate shyness over the opportunity to give herself 3 orgasms. She had very little experience of performing sexually in front of anyone except him and much more recently, Annalise. This was a huge decision for her and he honestly expected her to forgo the orgasms in favour of not exposing herself.
She surprised him, ‘How long will I have to be in there for?’ she asked quietly.
‘A minimum of half an hour, Elle. That’s the price for your orgasms.’ He said.
‘Can I cum now if I agree?’ she pushed cheekily.
He laughed, a deep throated sound that sent chills skittering across her exposed skin, ‘That will cost you baby, your time just went up to an hour minimum, but if you agree, then you can have your orgasm right now.’
‘Its a deal.’ She said on a moan as his fingers began to slide inside her faster and harder, bringing her straight back up to the brink of her orgasm, within seconds she was sobbing as her body went into free fall and over into the abyss only he could take her to.
As she came down and slowly returned to him, he slid his fingers into her mouth one by one to be cleaned of her juices. ‘Good Girl, now you get to please me by pleasuring yourself for an hour, just the way you like it.’
‘Uh huh and about 30 or so strangers watching me while I do it.’ She said nervously, wondering why the hell she had agreed to do this for him! What on earth had possessed her?
An insidious voice whispered inside her head, ‘Because good girls get to play’. She sighed.
She would be a good girl for him…