Labyrinth

Chapter 10

"Obedience"

I gulp. I can be obedient. But it can also be fun to not be obedient. 

"And trust me, if you even think about being a brat during this session, you will not enjoy this punishment, Little one."

"Yes, sir." I whimper.

"You see that mirror over there, Princess?" He indicates towards the one in the corner on the far side. "Go to it."

I stand up and go to walk over to it, but someone grabs my hair in a harsh grip before I can. "He didn't say to stand, Little one." Thomas breathes into my neck.

"How-" I start.

"Crawl." He growls.

"C—crawl?" I repeat. The floors are wooden and I haven't got any trousers on.

I feel a swat against my ass. I get onto my knees and start to crawl towards the mirror, my cheeks burning with humiliation.

Once I get there Thomas speaks, "Touch yourself."

I only hesitate for a second before I slowly lower my hand and caress my bundle of nerves.

"Watch yourself."

That command makes me falter for a minute and as I look over to where my professors were previously stood, I feel a hand in my hair directing my gaze back to the mirror.

"Don't worry, Princess. We're here. Watching you." Looking through the mirror, I see them bend down as Thomas takes one breast in his hand and pays attention to it. He takes it in his mouth and then fondles the other one. 

His feather-light touches distract me and I start to lean back onto them, stopping my own hand from pleasuring myself.

A sting spreads across my nipple as Thomas bites on it, "We didn't say to stop."

"P-please" I beg. What I'm begging for, I have no idea.

"Aww, do you need Daddy to take care of it?" Nathaniel coos.

I nod, feeling a heat spread up my neck, across my cheeks and even up to the tips of my ears.

Suddenly, Both their hands leave my body. My mind is too focused on the pulsing blood around my body that I can only whimper.

I jump forward as a hand comes down on my chest. "Sir- please."

"Good girl." Nathaniel coos as his hand glides torturously down my body. 

Just before he reaches my aching bud, he moves his hand to go down my thigh instead. 

He comes back and caresses my bud, but goes back down the other thigh. I raise my thighs, wanting more. A set of hands holds my hips down. "Take what you are given." Thomas growls. 

"Yes sir."

The teasing hand that was previously circling my  thighs finally attaches to my I most need it.

His fingers slowly circle and increase in speed.

A set of lips now grace my neck, leaving sloppy marks behind.

The sensations begin to overwhelm my body and my legs begin to twitch and my eyes close.

But that sensation does not last. "You weren't going to come without asking, were you?" Nathaniel mocks. My eyes burst open.

"Please Sir," I sob.

"Please what?" He asks innocently as his skilful hand  returns.

"Please, please, please."