127 - Bathtub Decisions

*Little girl, you have eight older brothers and sisters, and the number of your nieces and nephews are into the double digits, and we’re not even going to discuss Molly’s sex life. Trust me… Sex as a parent is very possible. - Sid*

They did not get much alone time in which they could play, Camille intended on taking full advantage of the night without kids. She turned on the water to fill the large soaker tub. With it set at the perfect temperature, she plugged the drain and walked out of the bathroom. Grinning to herself, she moved the potted silk ivy plant off the tall pedestal table.

She made quick work of putting the St. Andrews Cross together and opened the hidden compartment on the footboard. Leaving it opened so that the paddles and flogger were clearly visible, she went back to the bathroom and stripped out of her clothes.

As she sank into the tub, Camille ran through her lingerie in her mind. She had a leather look harness top and leg harness that she had not worn yet. But when it had arrived and she took it out of the package, Darkness had stripped her out of her out of her pajamas and fucked her hard against their bedroom door.

There was also the sexy schoolgirl outfit that she had sat in her office working in for over an hour waiting for him to come upstairs from the shop. He had come into the office and bent her over the desk. She had received a thorough spanking and reprimand before he drove into her from behind. The window in the office only had a sheer curtain keeping people from looking into the bungalow. Remembering how exciting it was to risk getting caught, she felt her core clench.

She also had the crotchless body suit that she had worn under her burgundy dress that he loved so much. In the darkness of the backyard in the other neighborhood, she had straddled him backwards and rode him until they both collapsed in exhaustion.

He had held her hair in a tight fist and teased her clit with his other thumb as he growled at her what he wanted to do when the local club opened again. “I’m going to take you to the club in this outfit, not the dress, this dress is only for me. You’re going to ride me like this so that the whole club can see your greedy, pink little cunt take my big black cock.”

Outside, for the world to see, thinking of a club full of people watching her ride him, she came hard, and he praised her and her hungry pussy.

Just thinking about this, she was squirming in the cooling water. Darkness had sent her up here to take a bath and relax, but she was now more wound up than she was before. But it was for a completely different reason.

Pulling the plug on the drain, she got out of the tub and grabbed the oversized dark gray towel. As she dried off, Camille wondered what he would do if she pulled on the patent leather look French maid outfit and cooked dinner. The last two times she had worn it to cook; they had ordered dinner because whatever had been cooking was burned beyond saving.

She desperately wanted to sink her fingers inside her pussy and find some relief for the pressure building. Darkness had forbidden her from masturbating without his permission. It was not that he was being mean or cruel, he was building the anticipation.

There had been times that he had called her at some point during the day, and she had told him that she was horny. One day during a remote class with a professor that insisted on cameras being on, she had muted her computer and put in her earbud that was only connected to her phone.

Darkness told her to tease her clit and then to fuck herself with her fingers. When she was about to fall apart, he ordered her to stop. Over and over again, he had her bring herself to the edge but never let her fall. When the ninety-minute lecture was over, and the live stream ended, he ordered her onto her back on the daybed in her office.

Burying his face in her pussy, he ate her out with her hands tied to the arm above her head. He devoured her as his fingers pumped in and out of her cunt and tight ass. Leaving her tied, he filled her ass with a vibrating butt plug before sinking his cock deep into her wet pussy.

After drying off and putting lotion on her skin, she wrapped the towel around her body. She knew what she was going to wear for her husband. And she could just imagine his reaction to seeing her in nothing but her heels and his cut.

Her final decision on what to wear did not matter. When she opened the door, Darkness stood in the bedroom. They stood at each other for a moment, both frozen in place. Slowly a smile crossed her face as she reached up and tugged her towel loose.

She felt his eyes track the towel as it slid down her body to pool at her bare feet. The slow trek of his eyes back up her body made her shiver as if it were his hands on her. By the time his eyes met hers again, her breaths were coming in shallow pants.

A devilish smile crossed his face before he took a few quick steps towards her. One hand went to her hip and the other cupped the back of her neck. Camille slid her hands around his neck as Darkness began to nibble on her lips.

He moved to trail kisses along her jaw and then down her neck. She sighed at his gentle caresses and moaned when his teeth nipped at the tender spot between her neck and shoulder.

“How wet are you?” he murmured against her neck.

“So fucking wet, Sir.”

“Did you touch yourself?” he asked kissing his way to the other side of her neck.

“No,” she sighed out as he moved his other hand to grip her hip. He smiled against her skin, hearing the frustration in the drawn-out single syllable word. She tried to move out of his grip to grind herself against him.

He tightened his grip on her hips in a silent warning, “But you want to, don’t you?”

“Yes,” her frustration was growing, and he was enjoying the slow torture that he was inflicting.

“Where do your hands need to be?”

A soft growl of frustration slipped out of her mouth, and he simply chuckled. When she did not move to put her hands behind her, he lifted his head and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed in pleasure and her expression was serene as he gazed down at her. But he had plans for tonight. Her being a brat was only a small part of his plans.

“One,” he growled in warning and her eyes popped open.

The excitement and desire that had been there before, now burned twice as hot as it had before. A small tremor travelled down her back as she looked up at him. Even with the warning, she did not move.

Biting back his own grin, he narrowed his eyes at her, “Two.”

She bit her bottom lip and refused to budge.

“If you want my dick in your cunt, you’ll do as you’re told.”

That warning made her rethink her strategy and she moved her hands from behind his back to grasp her forearms behind her own back.

“That’s my good girl,” he softly praised.