Chapter 46: A Blindfold

Chapter 46: A Blindfold

Abigail

I stayed quiet during the ride back home, I was too busy feeling embarrassed about Ambrose watching his brother finger fucking me. I had no idea how much he had seen but I doubt that he saw much if not he would have said something earlier. I was nervous and kind of excited about the punishment he had planned. I knew I had been irritating tonight, touching him all the time even though he told me not to but I was bored and he was hot.

He didn't say anything either, didn't even place his hand on my thigh like he always did, he just sat in the driver's seat, staring ahead with his jaw clenched. When he parked the car outside his mansion, he quickly went out and opened my door before I could do it myself. Instead of sneaking around my waist, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me inside, up the stairs and into his room. I was getting even more nervous by the fact that he still hadn't said anything and when we got to the room, he pushed me to sit on the bed and went to lock the door. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

He turned to me, finally meeting my eyes and I noticed that they were darker than usual. He walked closer to me, his fist clenched and my body reacted by itself when he was in front of me. I backed up on the bed and he smirked, I couldn't see much, only the moonlight lit up the room but I could see his face as the light bounced on his strong jaw and cheekbones.

“Do you remember what I promised you, Abigail?” His voice was deep, making my stomach turn and I nodded.

“Yes,” I murmured.

“What was it?”

“To punish me?” I said although it came out more like a question.

“Good girl but why are you trying to get away from me?” He tilted his head, waiting for my response.

I couldn't help feeling aroused, my lips parted but nothing came out. He chuckled and started to crawl between my legs until he was right above me. His hand reached up and grabbed my jaw.

“Don't worry, you are not the one in charge tonight, anyways.” His hand moved to my shoulder, pushing down the straps of my dress and pulling it down my body.

“Lift your hips.” He ordered and I was quick to oblige.

He kissed my bare stomach after throwing the dress to the floor and before I could react, he had ripped off my panties and my legs automatically tried to close but his body movement stopped me. I had no bra under the dress so I was now completely naked underneath him, I looked up at him while he gazed over my body and his hand squeezing the skin on my waist painfully. He reached over to grab something inside the bedside drawers, he chuckled when he saw me gulp while watching him handcuff me to the headboard. And when he had successfully locked both of my hands over my head, he looked into my eyes.

“Are you going to be a good little slut for me tonight?” He asked.

“Yes,” he slapped my cheek, although not too hard and then gripped my jaw. I whimpered, not prepared for the pain.

“Yes, what?” He gritted, his voice dangerously low and my lips were ajar, my breathing started to pick up.

“Yes, daddy.” He chuckled.

“It is sir for you tonight. Say it for me.”

“Yes, sir.” I breathed.

He kissed my jaw and mumbled some praising words and then he backed away, stepping off the bed. He began undressing until he was only in his underwear, the moonlight made his body look inhuman, god like. I felt more wetness gather between my thighs and I clenched them together. I watched him as he got something out of the dresser and frowned, not really recognizing what the item was. He smirked when he saw my confusion expressed on my face and he walked to the end of the bed.

“This..” he said, putting one of the handcuffs around my ankle and locking it to the bed.

“Will keep you from moving.”

He did the same to my other ankle and now my legs were forced to be apart, giving him a view of my soaked pussy. I felt vulnerable under his intense gaze and butterflies formed in my stomach. He walked to stand beside me, brought something forward and I backed my head away.

“What is that?” l asked.

“A blindfold.” He replied.

I let him put it around my head and it became totally black before my eyes. I tried to focus on my senses, my hearing, my smell and my touch even though it was limited by the restraints. I heard him shuffle around and then felt his hand on my thigh, stroking it carefully.

“I will use my belt to spank you, do you still remember your safe word?” My stomach turned, belt? That will hurt even more but still, I grew hotter by the thought.

“Rainbow,” I breathed.

“Good.”

He moved the handcuffs around my ankles and wrists before he successfully flipped me over, my ass in the air for him. I tried to turn my head to look at him but remembered the blindfold over my eyes.

“You will count for me after each strike, understood?”

“Yes, sir.” The first strike was painful, making me yelp out in pain.

“One” I muttered and he strike me again, this time even harder.

“Two,” I breathed and another strike.

“T..three,”

The pain started to get worse, he rubbed my ass-cheeks softly and uttered praising words before continuing. After the ninth strike, I was a whimpering and begging mess. My ass was on fire from his belt.

“I love hearing you whimper.” He commented. He strikes again.

“Ahhh, fifteen.” I gasped.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked.

“Yes, please.” Another hard strike and I cried out in pain.

“Yes, what?” He asked firmly.

“Yes, sir, please.” He hummed in response.

“You did good, angel but I am not done just yet.”

I felt like I couldn't take anymore, I was getting tired and sore from the intensity of the strikes but he didn't listen to my pleas, he only flipped me over again and to my surprise, he took off the handcuffs on my ankles. The ones on my wrist, he released it only to lock my hands behind my back instead. I didn't get time to relax, however, he was quick to drag me off the bed. I whimpered at the pain when my ass touched the mattress. He made me stand up before forcing me down on my knees in front of him, he tilted my head up and I was breathing heavily. It was still all black, not even a glimpse of light sneaking under the fabric that covered my eyes.

“You look so good on the floor.” He said, his tone dripping with hunger.

I felt the tip of his dick on my lips and he pushed himself into my mouth rough without warning. He wasn't going easy on me at all but the sound of his dark groan urged me to just take it and it made my pussy drip with need, I just wanted him to fuck me.

He began to pick up the pace and I gagged when he continuously hit the back of my throat.