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Video Phone II

One week later...

Today was the day. In four hours that couldn't pass by fast enough, Brittany would be able her man's smooth, taut  skin underneath her fingertips for the first time in two weeks.

She'd made a mess of her panties the night before while her mind played through all the possibilities of what he would do to her when he made it home. You'd think she learned her lesson from the last time she mercilessly teased him with salacious words and photos. She was hobbling around like a newborn baby deer the entire day, but she had no shame in her desire for his punishments. So, for the last week, she flooded his phone with vivid details of the effect he had on her even from miles away.

Apeshit was blasting throughout their shared dwelling while she cleaned.

"Or pay me in equity,

Watch me reverse on the dick

Skrrt!"

She purposefully botched the lyric to fit her mood, using the broomstick as a makeshift stripper pole.

"He got a bad bitch (bad bitch)

We living lavish (lavish)

I got expensive fabrics

I got expensive habits"

Feeling herself immensely, she dropped to the floor and started throwing her ass in a circle while in a push up position. The music lowered notifying her of a new text. She almost paid it no mind, and continued her twerk fest, but something told her to check her phone. Her pussy involuntarily clenched with want when she opened the message.

Wait for me. On your knees at the front door.

While it didn't explicitly state for her to be naked, she knew better than to wear anything when he demanded that position. She excitedly rid herself of the few articles of clothing she was wearing and tied her loose waves in a high, genie ponytail.

She checked the time on her phone. 4:40 PM it read. He wasn't due home for a little over an hour. Would he be home early? Did he expect her to wait like that the entire time? There was no time to dwell on those things as she heard a car pull into the driveway. Her entire body trembled with anticipation as she slid into position as asked.

The seconds it took him to unlock the door felt like hours because the excitement was so thick as it ran through her veins, heating her to her core.

She was first greeted by his fine, Italian leather loafers stepping across the threshold. His sharp intake of breath wasn't missed while he surveyed the gift in front of him. He kicked the door closed keeping his eyes locked on her form.

"Hmm, so she can do what she's told," he mused. He stalked around her as a predator would it's prey. A barely perceptible glimmer coming from between her thighs caught his attention. He knelt down to take a better look and was pleasantly surprised by the bejeweled piercing on her clitoral hood, something he always wanted to see on her. What made her get it? He'd be sure to ask later.

"When did you get this?" He ran a slender finger down her slit as he admired it, sending a shiver through her body.

"Monday afternoon, sir."

She kept her gaze trained on the floor even as she felt a firm grip on her ponytail angling her head upward.

"Look at me," he commanded lightly. She met the eyes of her lover with no hesitation.

"Yes, sir?"

Who's this? Where'd my teasing little brat go?"

"Still here. I can be good for you too, daddy," she purred with a smirk painted across her face.

"Trying to get me to go easy on you for all those stunts this week?"

"Not at all. I've been waiting for everything you're going to do to me." The look of amusement her eyes held was replaced with unbridled lust.

Tightening his grip on her hair, he covered her mouth with his, locking them in a searing kiss. Her lips parted to allow his tongue full access to her mouth. She earnestly matched his passion, but it was clear who held dominance.

He reluctantly pulled back, and she whimpered at the loss.

"Get upstairs."

Through the fog that was her mind, she twisted while still on her knees, and crawled up the flight of steps leading to their bedroom, her fresh piercing gleaming in the low evening sun through the window.

He was right on her tail as she took her place in front of the red leather sofa at the foot of their bed. She heard him rummaging through the chest of drawers for God knows what. It was always a surprise to her what tools he'd use to pleasurably torture her during their scenes. He returned with an unfamiliar wooden box he sat beside him. Reaching for her hand, he pulled her over his lap. He would never grow tired of the heavenly sight of this goddess he got to call his draped over him so submissively.

Her heart rate increased as he languished in running a hand every inch of her supple skin he could reach, paying extra attention to her ass, undoubtedly his favorite part. She held her breath anticipating when he would swing his large hand down onto her sensitive flesh.

She let her guard down exhaling softly, then...

Thwack!

The blow landed on her left cheek, eliciting a shocked gasp. Feeling her skin warm under his hand never failed to make his dick stiffen. He continued his smacks in an unpredictable pattern across her backside until her skin turned his favorite shade of crimson. By fifteen it was a struggle to keep still. She was panting as her nectar dripped from her slit to his pant leg. She just couldn't find the time to be embarrassed by it.       

Just when the thought her body reached its breaking point, he stopped, taking the time to soothe the stinging of her warm, red ass with gentle caresses. With his free hand, he reached into his box of tricks, and she heard the unmistakable metallic jingle of handcuffs.

She mentally said a quick prayer for her soul because she knew by the end of the night it'd be his.