Erotica Thursdays- The Punishment

Erotica Thursdays- The Punishment

March 15th, 2012 // 4:20 pm @

“Mmm…that feels so good, papi!”

Another night, another phone sex session with him as his flight was delayed. As much as I wanted to like it, it was nothing like the real thing. My fingers were no match for feeling his thick, long, hard pipe inside my sugary walls. I wanted to feel his flesh on my flesh, his lips on my lips, his hands gripping on my thighs as he blows my back all the way out. But again, like many times before, I had to settle for listening to him, talking seductively to me over the phone, telling me what he would do to me as I rubbed on my “kitten,” as he would call it. Biting on my bottom lip, I closed my eyes and listened to his voice as he gave me every single detail.

“Is it wet for me, Angel?” he asked me. I could barely even breathe. I had him on speakerphone while I was spread eagle on the plush Californiaking bed that we shared. I whimpered sweetly as I could feel the wetness dripping on my fingers. “Mmhmm, it’s dripping for you baby,” I moaned. I could picture him now. He’s probably in a secluded area in the airport, waiting on his flight, licking his lips and smiling at the sound of me pleasuring myself for him. “You gonna cum for me? Huh?” he asked. And just when I was about to get off, I hear his bodyguard in the background. “Trey, let’s roll. Plane’s boarding.” Fuck, I thought to myself. He talked back on the phone. “Angel, I got to go catch my plane. But I got you in about two hours. Hold that climax ‘til I get there. Promise me.”

I really wished he didn’t ask me that. He knew I hated it when he makes me do that. It was bad enough that I couldn’t be with him physically. Now I have to wait to cum for two hours. However, I didn’t want to do that to him. He expected me to keep it hot for him, and that’s what I was planning to do. “Alright, baby. I’ll wait,” I said sweetly. “…Don’t take too long, papi.” I could hear him chuckling on the other end before saying, “I got you, baby…I love you.” A soft smile appeared on my face as I said, “I love you too,” before we hung up the phone. At this point, my body was filled with anticipation and desire. I needed him inside me, but I didn’t know if I could hold out too long for him.

Two hours came and went, and he sent me a text, saying that there was a bunch of traffic due to the snow storm outside. How convenient on Mother Nature to create a fucking snowstorm at a time like this. It wasn’t snowing at all for the past two months. Now in the middle of February, we get this. I was tossing and turning in my bed, not being able to get him off of my mind. If I stayed in bed, I knew he would be in my thoughts. I would be thinking about the last time we made love, before he left for his tour. I could still feel his lips pressed on my sweet spot, behind my right ear. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and my nails left scratches of passion on his back, right below his angel tattoos. He was so deep inside me that I thought I could feel him in my gut. “Tell me you love me, Angel,” he whispered seductively in my ear. I told him I loved him over and over again, calling him by his government name and every nickname I could come up with. He had a mean stroke game, making me lose every single inhibition I had with each thrust. To be honest, I wasn’t half the freak I am today before I met him. He completely turned me out, and I loved it ever since. However, what really got me hooked was what we did after the sex. He would hold me in his arms, rub the small of my back and looked into my eyes. He would tell me all the reasons why he loved me, why he would never let me go. And he wouldn’t just call me Angel. He would call me HIS Angel. Him saying that always made me feel special, wanted and loved.

After a while, lying still in the bed, trying to sleep, was not working for me. I was craving him like crazy, and I couldn’t control it with ease. I had to have a distraction to keep me sane. I had to stop thinking about sex for just a little while longer. Sitting up in my bed, I grabbed the remote to our stereo system and turned on some satellite radio. I had it on the “Slow Jams” R&B station, hoping it would soothe me. Closing my eyes, I was starting to feel relieved. I was winning my self-control back…or so I thought.

Guess who’s coming to dinner tonight. You’re gon’ be part of my meal tonight. Delay the body, baby, I wanna bite. Trench coat over that skin tonight…

“Fuck!” I cursed out loud. Just when I thought I had a hold of myself and my hormones, he once again invaded my thoughts. His voice filled the room as I felt every single lyric in my soul. His voice always had its way of touching me, in more ways than one. As I lied down, I started to let the music take control, and my hand slowly went into my panties. I was still wet from our phone conversation. Without warning, I started rubbing on my clit, making it throb hard as my lover sang his heart out through the speakers. “Ooh, baby…Get here soon,” I moaned as I used my free hand to pinch my nipples through the fabric of my tank top. I couldn’t control myself. My body betrayed me big time. I continued to finger myself faster and faster until my orgasm overpowered my body, making me moan over the stereo’s sounds. The release felt so good, so satisfying and so euphoric. I let go, and he didn’t have to know a thing…

“…Damn, ma. You just couldn’t wait, could you?”

The familiar voice interrupted my bliss abruptly. Opening my eyes, I was looking Trey straight in the eyes. I was caught red-handed…or shall I say “wet-handed.” I could feel my face turning red in that moment. “Umm…How long have you been watching me?” I said softly with a timid smile on my face. He smirked as he told me, “Long enough to know you disobeyed me, Angel.” Kicking off his shoes, he walked over to the side of the bed, removed my hand from inside my soaking wet pussy and slowly sucked the juices off of my fingers. “Mmm, you taste too sweet to be behaving so badly. Looks like I’m going to have to punish you.” I was partially excited and partially scared of finding out what he meant by that. He didn’t keep me waiting too long as he swiftly began my “punishment.”

Going into the closet, he retrieved two of his silk ties and tied my hands to the headboard. “Wh…What are you gonna do to me?” I asked, keeping my eyes on him. He started to take off his clothes, piece by piece, as he began to break it down. “Well Angel, you’ve been a bad girl,” he said. “I specifically told you not to cum without me, and you disobeyed me. So now, you’re just going to have to take this tongue licking up and down that sexy kitten of yours until you cum for me. And then, you’re going to take this dick inside of you, and I’m going to make you cum over and over again until you learn how to obey me.” At the end of his sentence, he was completely naked, showing me the long, thick, hard dick that I missed so much. But before I could have it, I would have to survive his tongue thrashing.

Climbing on top of me, he started by kissing me passionately. The kiss alone made my clit throb hard, ready for what’s to come. Slowly, his lips made his way down my body, kissing from the sweet spot behind my right ear to my 38D-cup breasts, taking a moment to lick and bite on both of my nipples. This slow torture was driving me insane. Feeling him peck all the way down was getting too much for me. Without warning, he gripped my thighs and dug right into my wet abyss. The moment his tongue made contact with my clit, I was done for. “Shit!” I cursed, gripping on my own restraints. He started out slow, licking up and down my slit like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. “Mmm, I missed this good shit,” he grumbled as he gradually picked up the pace. My breathing grew heavier with every single moan I gave. I tried to squirm away when I felt close to cumming too soon, but he would not budge. He just pinned my waist down to the bed, making me take it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried out over and over again until I could take no more. I could feel my own juices coming out of my pussy, and he licked me clean, not leaving a single drop.

Coming up from between my legs, he hovered over me. Grabbing me by the back of my neck, he kissed me violently, slipping his tongue in my mouth so I could see how sweet my nectar was. “You like the way you taste, baby?” he asked with a smirk. I bit my lip and nodded my head. “Yes sir, I love it.” He chuckled at me a bit. “Sir…Now you’re learning.” Kissing me again, he didn’t give me room to breathe before slipping his rock hard dick inside me. A loud groan escaped my lips through the kiss. He felt even better than I remembered. Feeling his body on top of mine, I surrendered myself fully to him. Pressing his lips right on my sweet spot on my neck, his animalistic groans filled my ears. “You love this dick, don’t you?” he growled, digging in deeper and deeper. “Say it, Angel. Say you love it.” My body was completely out of my control, so I did what I was told. I moaned harshly, “I love it, Trey….I love the dick…I fucking love it!” My submissiveness only fueled his sex drive, as he went from stroking deep to literally pounding me out.

The headboard banged against the wall as he gave me the hardest, rawest, most carnal fuck I ever got in my life. “Oh God! I’m about to cum!” I screamed. He looked me dead in the eyes, lightly gripped my neck with one hand and held on to my waist with the other. “Cum for me, Angel! Give me that fucking cum!” he demanded, giving me all the power he had in his body. My body shook so violently that somehow my hands ripped themselves free from the neckties, breaking the headboard. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I held on for dear life as he wrapped both his arms around my waist and bounced me up and down on his dick. We both let out one long groan in unison as we both came so hard that I felt the entire house shake.

Coming down from our euphoric high, Trey held my body tight and kissed my lips over and over. “So, have you learned your lesson, my Angel?” he finally asked me. I giggled and kissed him again. “Now…what do you think, sir?” I said with a raised eyebrow and a devilish smirk on my face. Just being in his arms again made me feel at ease, and it made me feel complete. He looked at me and chuckled. “Damn, I guess I have to give a little more punishment to you, huh?”

My response: “Baby, you’ve been gone for way too long. You have A LOT more punishment to give…sir.”

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by, Paige (@paigejhannel)

Category : Blog &Erotica

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