He intrigues me, Asklepius does. He has this sexy deep voice and amazing laugh. His accent sends shivers through my body every time I hear it. I imagine him standing behind me, in public somewhere, speaking softly but firmly about what he intends to do to me.
“Naughty girl,” he says as he runs a hand down my bottom, under my short leather skirt and discovers that I have negected to wear any undies. He pinches me quickly, hard, and I jump, stifling the squeal on my lips. “Imagine! Out in public like this! You shall be punished for that, my Dear!”
By the time we reach his apartment, I am trembling with desire, anticipation and a little fear. My nipples have gone rock hard under the cotton blouse and I can feel the heat, the wetness between my thighs. I had heard that certain note in his voice, the warning that tonight would be more extreme for me.
He opens the door and pushes me into the hall. I trip but catch my balance. Without warning I am slammed forwards against the wall, my breath knocked out of me. He grabs my hair and twists it hard, pulling me without care to his bedroom, and using the force to send me flying onto the bed. I whimper at the pain but he ignores this.
He opens his closet, pondering. I know this is where he keeps his favourite implements and it is unsettling to have to wait for him to make his choice. Finally he reaches in and pulls out a cane. He turns and looks me directly in the eyes, unwavering, and snaps the cane against his palm. I shake my head a little, crawl backwards on the bed away from him, willing him not to use the cane, pleading with my eyes. He walks to toward the bed and I lower my head, admitting submission to his will, his punishment, all without a word spoken.
“Turn around, January,” he orders.
I am shaking now but I obey, on all fours, turning my ass to him.
“I want you to tell me, ” he says, “why I need to do this.”
“Because I was naughty,” I say. I have transgressed, broken the rules, his rules. “I didn’t ask permission to go without panties.”
“True, ” he conceeds, with a nod of his head. “But that’s not the main reason.”
I look back at him. What have I missed? What else have I done? He knows what I am thinking. His lips turn up at the corners, devilishly sexy and totally dangerous with intent. “Because I want to. And I can. Lift your skirt, January.”
I lift it. I am wet for him and he sees my wet cunt waiting for him.
I lift it because he makes me tremble and shiver.
I lift it because there is no other option.
