Erotic Short Stories

His bad girl

Oh, I have been a bad girl.

It's easy to come to that conclusion the second I step inside my dimly lit living room. No sounds come from anywhere in the house. Instinctively I find myself gripping the leather of my purse a little bit harder.

When this is the scenario I come into when I arrive home, I can be sure that I made something to upset my master.

And he hates it when I'm clueless about how I've displeased him. He always makes sure I know what I'm being punished for. Alec knows exactly what to do to make me suffer in the best ways I can think of. Even when the pain comes, I welcome it, embrace it, and get off it.

With trembling hands and wobbly knees, I make my way up the stairs of the two-storey apartment, feeling the adrenaline starting to kick in. My heart is beating at a faster pace, I'm not sure what to expect when I, in slow but steady steps, approach the room.

Our playroom, where all the action takes place; where we can truly let go and feel like ourselves.

I face the open door, for a moment confused when I don't see him. I go to step inside but a deep groan stops me dead in my tracks. My entire body stiffens, and a shiver rolls through my spine.

I understand the wordless command. I stop, lower my head, and wait right where I am for my next order. Resistance means more punishment. It's seen as a bratty move and just makes for the worst kinds of lessons.

"Do you know what you did, Sammy?" His voice is so deep, that it makes me tremble again, scared in a way for what's to come but just as excited.

"No, sir." I hear the steps around the room, the shuffle through some of the drawers but not in one moment I dare to look forward, look at him.

Again, I hear him walk, apparently after finding whatever he was looking for, a few steps in my direction, closer, closer, closer, until I can feel his imposing presence. The heat emanating from his big body and the smell of his expensive cologne engulfs me.

With my head down, I see the tips of his shoe-covered feet, the black leather suits his aura and fits his entire personality when he's in the role of my Dom. Even with him so close to me, he doesn't touch me, only his breathing caressing the top of my head, and I don't look up, even if I'm dying to see the first glimpse of him after so many days away.

His hand on my chin pulls up my head. I follow his lead and let him guide my look to wherever he wants it. It ends up being his eyes. Those dark green gemstones get me lost for a few seconds, and I realize I'm holding my breath trying to control every impulse wanting to take over my body.

I know that the moment I say the word, all this act will drop and he'll be just Alec... just my husband, just the father of my child. No need for anything else, not one single excuse on my part, no questions asked.

But no. I want this. I want him like this.

He knows it just by looking into my eyes, I feel it when he snaps back into his role, the second I show him the answer.

"You've been bad, Sam." He speaks, quiet, strong, confident, and very dominant. Just the way he knows it'll make me want to crawl out of my skin with need.

"Sir?" I question. I dare. He doesn't like it one bit.

The grip, until a few seconds ago gentle on my chin, now rests firmly on my neck, pressing, giving the smallest pressure, enough for a warning that it's clear: don't fuck with me tonight.

"Tell me, Sam, are you being so bad these last few days without me that you don't know what I'm punishing you for? What else have you done wrong, my lovely?" Even though the voice is buttery soft, the danger emanating from every damn word makes my lungs struggle and the look in my eyes change.