Little Black Book

“Look at me.”

I lifted my head off his desk and stared at him through half-lidded eyes. He unzipped his pants enough for his cock to pop out.

“Imagine you’re using this…” he squeezed the head of his dick. “To get yourself off.”

Pulling my finger out of my depths, I pressed against my sensitive nub and rubbed. I kept my eyes on the hand he was using to pull on his swollen cock, making sure to move my hand in the same rapid rhythm. My mouth hung open and my breaths rushed in and out, hard and fast.

“I love those sweet little smacking noises your fingers are making.” He gripped his sac with his other hand and pulled.

I hadn’t even realized my wetness was making noises. I didn’t care. All I cared about was the way it felt.

I was rapidly approaching my release. I silently hoped he would come between my legs and press his body deep into mine. I wanted to come on him. I wanted to feel him penetrate me so hard, I didn’t know where I ended and he began.

I opened my eyes a bit to see him still seated on the couch, pumping himself hard and fast. Just watching him was about to send me over the edge. I was so close to coming.

“Stop. Don’t you dare come yet,” he said.

I pulled my hand from my body and my insides clenched ready for a release that I wasn’t giving it.

“What kind of punisher would I be, if I let you pleasure yourself?” he asked. “You need to learn to knock before you enter. You need to learn manners. Don’t you, Jessica?”

Feeling rebellious and ready to push him as hard as he’d been pushing me, I stood my ground.

“No,” I said sternly, hiding the smile that begged at my lips.

Standing up and slipping his belt from the loops, his pants fell to his hips, baring his long, thick shaft.

“What did you say?” he asked roughly.

My eyes flicked up to his—hot and angry, full of desire.

“I said, no.”

Sebastian hated the word no, but at the same time, I’d figured out that’s what turned him on the most.

I could feel my body already seeping with lust, waiting for an orgasm that I knew would be epic. I wanted it all—everything that he could offer me.

“What did I tell you about saying no to me?” He folded the belt in half and smacked it against his palm.

“Never tell you no. Never refuse you.” I bit the inside of my cheek as I waited for his punishment.

“And you did it anyway, didn’t you?” He tried to cover his tiny smirk with a hard, unmoving stare.

“Yes.”

“What happens to girls who are bad, Jessica?”

Again, the belt met his palm. I flinched at the noise it made. I could barely contain the excitement that filled me. I knew Sebastian was going to use the belt on me, and I couldn’t wait to see how.

“They get punished.”

“And you’ve been bad, haven’t you?”

I nodded. “Very bad.”

And then he was standing in front of me, belt in hand.

“Turn around and put your palms on the desk,” he said sternly.

Turning, I laid my palms flat on the top as he had asked. Leaning over, I waited anxiously for his next move.

I didn’t have to wait long before his belt landed hard against my bare ass cheek. I shouted out in shock and surprise.

Right after the belt smacked me, his hot hand ran over the spot, soothing the sting.

“One,” he whispered in my ear.

I lifted my palms from the desk to turn around and face him, but his hand in the middle of my back stopped me as he pressed me harder into the desk.

“Don’t not move,” he said vehemently.

My face was now pressed into the desk as I waited for yet another sting from the belt. Again, he brought the belt down onto me, except this time it was the opposite ass cheek. It stung, and again I called out.

Leaning over me, he pressed his cheek against the sting before turning and pressing his lips to the burn.

“Two,” he said hotly.

I was so turned on and I didn’t understand it. He was hurting me, but it felt so good.

I waited with bated breath for more, but the belt never came down again. Instead, he moved the leather between my legs, running it over my swollen, lace-covered flesh and sending strong sensations through me. I moaned.

“Does that feel nice?” he asked.

I moaned my answer when he began moving the leather back and forth.  And then he surprised me by smacking the belt against my wetness. It wasn’t as hard as it had been against my ass, but still it stung a little.