and again, until her panties were drenched and she was begging me incoherently, her pleas muffled by my lips and tongue. Then I sent her home with firm instructions not to masturbate or come until I gave her her next orgasm. Another part of the punishment. I do so enjoy torturing girls in that way.
“Because I’m being punished, and bad girls don’t deserve to orgasm,” she whispers, and my cock jerks in my suit pants. I have a lot planned for this evening, and I don’t want to be distracted by my own arousal, so I wait for the next suitable spot and pull into it, parking the car in a deserted layby.
“What are we doing, Sir?”
“You’re going to please me,” I tell her, unzipping my pants. I need to be able to focus on the scene tonight, and this will help take the edge off so I can concentrate. “Pull your skirt up around your waist and kneel on the seat, facing me.”
Sabina complies, and a few moments later her lips are wrapped around my length. She’s on her hands and knees, her bare ass up in the air, pointed at the window. I had instructed her not to wear any panties so now I can see her cunt in the reflection. I grip her hair in my fist, guiding her movements for a while before I grow impatient and hold her head in place while I fuck her throat.
The sight of her so exposed to anyone who might happen to wander by, as well as the delicious sounds she’s making as she gags on my cock, combine to make me come in record time, and I keep her face steady as I pump my seed into her mouth, telling her to be a good little slut and swallow it all.
Once I’ve finally finished throbbing, I release her and tell her she may pull her skirt back down. Her face is flushed, and her eyes have that glazed look they get when she’s aroused. Gods, but I love this woman and her sexual obedience.
“You did well,” I tell her, tucking my cock back into my pants as she settles back into her seat. “Did you enjoy that?”
“I did, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now buckle up.”
Once she’s put her seatbelt back on, I start up the engine. We’re only a few minutes away from the club. Now that the pounding ache in my groin has subsided, I can concentrate on the task ahead of me.
This beautiful girl beside me needs to be punished for what she put me through, and I intend to make sure she will think twice about putting herself at risk in future.
But she’ll be brave, and strong, and she’ll take it, and then I will proudly put my collar on her, showing everyone at Toxic that she’s mine.
I can’t wait.
Sabina
Just as I had predicted, today felt like the longest day of my life. Not because my decision was hard, though. Even as Maximus gave me the ultimatum yesterday, I knew what my answer would be. There was no longer any doubt in my mind that I wanted to be with him. To give it a go, see whether we had any chance together. And I agree with him about no longer wanting half measures. I prefer our relationship to be clearly defined.
You can’t get much more clearly defined than a collar.
But first I need to get through the punishment, and the thought of that is what made it nearly impossible for me to focus on work today. I don’t even really think it matters what Maximus does to me—the fact that it will be public, and the reason why I’m being punished are what are weighing so heavily on my soul.
I was beyond relieved when he suggested giving me a chance to alleviate at least some of the guilt I feel for going to see Zeke behind his back. The look of fear on Maximus’s face when he burst into the clubhouse shook me to my core. After what he went through with Caroline, it must have been like reliving your worst nightmare, and I’m willing to do anything to make up for it.
Which is why I’m gripping his hand now as I follow him into Club Toxic on watery knees and the heels I swore never to wear again. It’s a Monday night, so I didn’t expect it to be very busy, but there are still way too many guests for my liking when we arrive down