A Story written by Afroditte…
Dinner was done and had been cleared by the hotel’s staff. Richard was still busy making calls and working so I’d decided to sketch some designs to while away the time.
I was so into it, I didn’t realise he was standing behind me, watching me. I hadn’t even realised he’d left the bar till he spoke from behind me.
“Those look really good.” His voice boomed and I jumped.
“Umm… thanks.” I said shifting the sheets aside, and covering them up, feeling quite shy that he’d seen my amateur designs.
“You seem quite good…. You enjoy designing?”
I nodded. “It’s always been a hobby.”
“Bloomsbury Fashion Academy is pretty expensive and I’ve heard they accept only the best talent.” He mused.
I shrugged. I’d had a little experience with dress making but he didn’t need to know that. I kept that part of my life under lock and key.
He might have seen I was reluctant to talk about myself so he changed the topic. “So did you think about what I told you earlier?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
“And I’ve decided to keep an open mind.”
“I..I guess.. I’ve decided to push my boundaries, I want to experience pleasure.” I said knowing it was a huge lie.
“Oh please cut the crap, you’re in this for the money.” He said seeing through me. “Tishé,” he said sharply, “if you want to be my exclusive and remain so for a while, you have got to tell me the truth always. I don’t need you sugarcoating anything or lying, I need you to be honest with me at all times, is that clear?” He barked, a hard look in his eyes as he held my gaze.
“Yes sir.. Umm Richard.” I replied quickly, surprised at the brisk change in his temperament.
He had such a quick temper.
“Good. You’re in this for the money, I understand… No need lying about it.”
“I’m sorry.” I said feeling a need to apologise. I don’t know why I had even bothered to lie when I should have known he could spot bullshit a mile away.
“I’m sure you are.” He sneered.
“There’s one last thing you need to know, for every rule of mine you break, you will be punished.”
“Punished?” I asked, my eyes widening.
He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“ Get up.” He instructed suddenly and I did. “ For lying to me about your true intentions, Tish, you are going to be mildly punished.”
“Do you pleasure yourself, Tishé?”
“What?” I asked perplexed.
“Are you familiar with receiving pleasure by your own fingers?”
Was he asking if I masturbate?
“Do you masturbate?” He snapped, finally losing his patience when I still stared at him blankly.
I wasn’t sure what to reply but he had told me to never lie to him.
“I…do sometimes.” I replied truthfully.
“Great. Take off your robe, get on the bed and pleasure yourself till you Pour while I watch you. And I need you to maintain perfect eye contact with me the whole time.” He instructed briskly.
How was that punishment?I wondered as I took off the robe, as he asked. Touching myself would be pleasure and not punishment.
But thirty minutes later, I began to understand how this could be a punishment.
I was on the bed, sitting up with my back against the headboard, legs spread apart and rubbing my femalecore silly as Richard watched.
Normally I should have come by now but I felt so self conscious holding his gaze like this.
He regarded me coolly and had commanded I never broke eye contact with him. I was aroused and my pu.ssy was all swollen but I couldn’t c.um.
I was going through so much pleasure but couldn’t release. It was frustrating as all I wanted to do was let go and give into the pleasure but I couldn’t, not with him looking at me.
“I don’t think I can do this for much longer, Rich…please,” I began by apologising. “I’m sorry for lying to you, it won’t ever happen again but please I need to Pour.” I begged still rubbing on myself as he hadn’t instructed I stop.
Without a word, he got up from where he sat and approached the bed.
To Be Continued…