Punish Me

Chapter 3

I stayed in the shower a little longer, waiting for my phone to light up again. The minutes dragged on. I checked it every few seconds, but nothing came. No reply. No teasing message or picture. No “I’m on my way home.” Just fucking silence.

Disappointment settled heavy in my stomach. The heat between my legs hadn’t gone away either... if anything, sending those pictures had made me even hornier. My pussy still felt swollen and needy.

I finally turned off the water, dried myself slowly, and slipped into a soft silk robe. I walked into our huge bedroom and climbed onto the big empty bed. The sheets felt cool against my skin. I layed there in the dark, staring at my phone on the nightstand, willing it to buzz...fucking praying for his response...

Still nothing.

After almost an hour of waiting, I gave up. I turned off the lamp and forced myself to try and sleep. But my body wouldn’t calm down. I was still too horny, too frustrated.

I slid one hand under the covers and between my legs. My fingers rested gently on my warm, still-wet pussy. I didn’t move them much... just cupped myself, feeling the soft heat and occasional throb. It was comforting and teasing at the same time.

I closed my eyes, imagining Sebastian’s big hand there instead of mine. “Please…” I whispered into the empty room.

Exhausted and disappointed, I eventually drifted off to sleep like that...my fingers still pressed lightly against my pussy, wishing it was him touching me.

I woke up slowly to the feeling of strong, rough hands sliding up my bare thighs.

At first I thought I was still dreaming. Then those big hands gently but firmly pulled my fingers away from my pussy. A moment later, much thicker, warmer fingers replaced them, stroking slowly along my wet folds.

My eyes fluttered open and I was met with a pair of dark brown eyes...Sebastian...

He was leaning over me in the dim morning light, looking so fucking handsome it almost hurt. His dark hair was slightly messy, his jaw sharp, and those intense eyes were locked on mine with pure hunger. He must have come home in the middle of the night.

“Sebastian…” I breathed, my voice still sleepy and surprised.

He didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he pushed two thick fingers slowly inside me, curling them just right. A soft moan escaped my lips as my back arched off the bed.

“I saw your pictures,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I couldn’t stay away.”

His other hand moved up and squeezed one of my breasts through the thin silk of my robe. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole.

I was already wet again, my body reacting instantly to his touch after so many weeks apart. My hips moved on their own, grinding against his hand as he fingered me deeper.

Sebastian kept slowly pumping his fingers in and out of me, his thumb brushing over my clit every few strokes. I was already breathing hard, my body waking up fast under his touch.

He leaned closer, his voice deep and husky. “When you took that photo of your tits… what were you imagining?”

I bit my lip, feeling a fresh wave of heat rush through me. “I was thinking about how much I craved your hands on them,” I whispered. “Your mouth… sucking on my nipples until I can’t think straight.”

A dark, satisfied smile crossed his face.

“Like this?” he asked.

Before I could answer, he pulled my robe open, exposing my large breasts. He lowered his head and took one hard nipple into his hot mouth. The sudden wet heat made me gasp loudly. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his hand kneaded the soft flesh.

“Oh fuck… yes,” I moaned, my fingers sliding into his hair.

He moved to the other breast, licking and sucking even harder, grazing my nipple with his teeth. The feeling was so intense I arched my back, pressing my chest closer to his mouth. His fingers never stopped moving between my legs, fucking me steadily while he devoured my tits.

It felt even better than I had imagined.

Sebastian kept sucking hard on my breasts, moving from one to the other, licking and biting gently while his fingers worked deep inside me. I was moaning and squirming under him, my body on fire.

Then he lifted his head, eyes dark with lust, and asked in a low voice, “And when you took those photos of your wet pussy… what were you thinking?”

I was breathing heavily, almost whimpering from the pleasure. “I was thinking about your tongue,” I confessed.

“I was thinking about how much I needed you licking me… tasting me… fucking me with your mouth.”

The moment the words left my lips, Sebastian growled softly. He kissed down my stomach, moving lower. He pushed my thighs wide apart and settled between them.

Without another word, he buried his face into my pussy. His warm, wet tongue dragged slowly up my slit, licking every drop of my juices. I cried out, my hands flying to his hair as he licked me again and again. He sucked gently on my swollen clit, then pushed his tongue inside me, fucking me with it just like I had begged for.

It felt incredible. His strong hands gripped my thighs, holding me open while he devoured me. I could hear the wet sounds of his mouth on my pussy mixed with my loud moans filling the bedroom.

“Sebastian… oh god, yes…” I gasped, my hips rocking against his face.

He was eating me like a starving man, and I was completely lost in the pleasure.

Sebastian licked and sucked my pussy with long, hungry strokes, driving me closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly he pulled back slightly, his chin wet with my juices, and looked up at me with dark eyes.

“Did you already make yourself cum while I was gone?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

I hesitated, cheeks burning. I nodded reluctantly. “Well...well...uhm...Yes… I couldn’t help it.”

A wicked smile spread across his face. “Naughty girl,” he growled. “You sent me those pictures, touched yourself in our bed, and came without me. That deserves a punishment.”

Before I could respond, he moved back up my body. He grabbed my large breasts with both hands, squeezing them firmly together. Then he started spanking them lightly but the sharp slaps that made them jiggle and sting in the best way.

Fuck!

I gasped and moaned with every strike. The mix of pain and pleasure sent sparks straight to my pussy. He spanked one breast, then the other, watching them bounce as he did it.

“You like that, don’t you?” he said, his voice thick with lust. He slapped them again, a little harder this time, then leaned down and soothed the sting with his tongue, sucking my nipples hard.

I was soaked, squirming underneath him, loving every second of his punishment.