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“Sub, I don’t know what’s running through your mind, but you are not allowed to come.” Master’s voice cut into my daydream.
My body shuddered, and I clamped down on the impending orgasm. I blinked and looked around. I knelt among the pea and tomato plants.
“What were you thinking?”
Oh, he knew. My hips rocked, mimicking the erotic moves of the way he’d fucked me not two feet away an hour ago.
Who knew Master loved having sex outdoors?
Caught, I took a fortifying breath and gazed up at him. I wasn’t sure why he insisted I relate each experience. Repeat it back to him. To reinforce a command, I guessed. I mewled and shook my head. “Earlier.”
“You mean when I fucked you in the dirt?”
“Yes, Sir. And your friends watching.” I leaned over and pulled another weed out of the ground by its roots, so he couldn’t see the hunger and humiliation on my face.
“Master,” he said.
“Yes, Master.”
“You keep forgetting to use my new title.”
“It’s only been a month.” Thrilled, I didn’t have to think about his swinger neighbors who liked fucking outside, had given Master a show last time I was here, and now sat on the deck, drinking iced tea, and enjoying watching Master use me.
“Didn’t your last punishment convince you?
I nodded. Two weekends ago, he sent me to the playroom and told me to choose the toy of my preference for punishment. I went straight to the wall that held the canes and floggers. Master preferred bamboo canes. I did too. However, as I reached for our favorite, long and thin, I spied the metal canes. I drew my hand back. His command was too easy. He’d see what I chose, take it from me, and put it back. Or worse, blindfold me, lean me over the spanking bench, and at first contact, I’d feel something altogether different. “The same with the flogger.” I moved to the shelf.
“Haven’t you chosen yet?” I jumped at his voice. Looking over my shoulder he stood in the doorway, in just his jeans. His naked chest and torso a beacon in the dim light. My hands itched to feel the tight skin beneath my palms, to play with the smattering of tight black curls between his nipples.
“Chose, now.” At his command, my hand closed around the item nearest me. In hindsight, it was a mistake.
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