Chapter Twenty-Nine

He drove her absolutely crazy. It was bad enough Mitch told her they would not have sex until after her punishment, but he was going about the day acting as if nothing had even happened. He kissed on her, caressed her; he even made her sleep naked, so he could touch her all night long. But no sex. He made her dress up in a skimpy outfit for the shop, and Lloyd not only ogled her but played grab ass all morning long to Mitch’s laughter, but even Lloyd wasn’t allowed to screw her. Mitch kept the flames up high while not permitting any dousing of the fire, which burned between her legs. All he would say was, “After your punishment.” Of course, then he wouldn’t reveal what that punishment would entail, just that he would enjoy it, and she deserved it. She just wanted it over with, so she could fuck him again. She hated waiting. She wanted things when she wanted them. And that was now!

She growled as the office phone rang, snatching it up. “Greenway Auto Repair.” This would be a long day.

She didn’t realize just how long, though, until it was time to go get lunch and she thought it was time to go home. Mitch gave her some cash and sent her for burgers. “Can’t we just get the punishment over with, instead?” she asked. “Hell, Lloyd can spank me if you want.”

Mitch just grinned at her. “I might let him some other time, but your punishment is all set for tonight. Now, go get those burgers. I’m hungry.”

She sighed as she took the cash. “Yes, sir.” Waiting for the punishment seemed like punishment enough to her. By the time the workday was over, she was a molten mess of sexual tension. She didn’t understand it. Him telling her she couldn’t have sex only made her want it even more, and the fact that she had to endure punishment before she received it only added fuel to her fire. Who thought like that? She would burn alive if this didn’t get solved quick.

As she waited on Mitch to lock up the shop, Lloyd having left already, she hoped that now they could go home and finish this. She needed to feel him inside of her and would endure whatever was necessary to get there.

He turned, smiling at her, and she fought not to scream. “Punishment time?” she asked, hopeful.

He shook his head. “Nope. Time for a shower, and then dinner. Should we eat out or do you want to cook?”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “You know I don’t cook. Unless you want bacon, that is. You sure you want to suffer like that?”

He just laughed as he patted her ass, steering her toward her car. “We’ll eat out then, but you need to work on your cooking skills. I like home cooked meals.”

“Then cook them. I’m not stopping you from eating at home.”

He turned to her; an eyebrow arched as he stared at her. She sighed. “Yes, sir. I’ll ask Aimee for some tips.”

“Much better. Now, go home and shower, and I’ll pick you up at seven. Pack for the night, as well as for tomorrow. No going home for you tonight once you’re with me.”

She grinned. “Yes, sir.” Hopefully, that meant she would get laid tonight. She needed that reconnection, which is something else that was new for her. All of this drove her crazy. This wasn’t her! Yet, as much as it confused her, she started to realize it actually was her. It truly was.

Once inside her condo, she stripped and eased into the shower, scrubbing away the grime of the shop. She wanted to rush, but what was the point. He wasn’t going to be picking her up for another hour, probably just to drive her crazy. It worked.

There was a pounding on the bathroom door followed by Aimee’s annoyed voice. “Are you almost done? You’ve been in there long enough to wash four times. You’re not a teenage boy, you know?”

Damn! I should have thought about masturbating. Karla sighed as she fell back against the wall. I am so off my game. “Be right out!”

She quickly dried off, slipped on her robe, and headed out to meet her sister. “Sorry. I was lost in thought and didn’t realize the water had turned cold.”

“Right. You forget; I’ve lived with you for a while now and grew up with you.”

“Trust me, I wish that was what I was doing. I would have if I had thought of it, to be honest. Mitch has been driving me crazy all day long and won’t have sex with me until after my punishment.”

Aimee giggled. “No booty until he smacks your booty, huh?”

“Except I don’t think a spanking is what he has in mind. I have no idea what he’s intending. That’s also driving me crazy.”

Aimee laughed as she walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. “I’ll be honest, I am so enjoying watching you struggle here. It’s like years of karma catching up with you.”

“Thanks. Shouldn’t you be down the hall playing house or something?”

“Soon,” Aimee said, patting Karla on the back as she passed her on the way to the bathroom. “I hope you’re done in here,” she said, closing the door. “I may just take as long as you did.”

“I hope you have more fun in there than I did,” Karla mumbled. She sighed as she worried about her lack of even thinking about masturbating. What the hell has happened to me? With a shake of her head, she went to her room and got dressed. Her punishment could not get here fast enough.

Of course, Mitch seemed in no hurry while they were eating dinner. He took his time, eating slow, enjoying the conversation and her squirming. He even ordered dessert, which is something she never saw him do before. She wanted to scream. It didn’t help her frustration any that he seemed to take pleasure in her misery. Hopefully, this was the punishment, and she could just go back to his place and fuck him without mercy.

“Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?” he asked, as they headed out of the restaurant. “I know how you like the ocean at night.”

She just growled. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” She blew out a frustrated breath, her dark bangs shuffling across her forehead.

Mitch laughed. “Death by horniness? Now that would be a first for the crime unit, I bet.” He pulled her to him, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Okay, pet, let’s go home and get your punishment underway. I’m sure the anticipation is killing you.”

“Oh, you think?”

He swatted her ass. “I can make it longer, pet. Careful.”

She sighed, as she slid behind him on his bike. She would remain quiet, not wanting to tempt him into carrying out his threat. She needed this punishment to be over, so she could get back to her regularly scheduled program of screwing his brains out. He must have sensed her growing frustration, because he didn’t take the scenic route home to drag out her impatience. Instead, he took her right back to his place, still acting as if nothing was about to happen.

When the door closed behind her, he took her into his arms, kissing her forehead. “I ask you one more time, do you agree to submit to your punishment, no matter what it is?”

“Yes, as long as we can do it now and get it done.” She tired of waiting.

He nodded once. “As you wish,” he said with a grin, taking her hand in his, he led her to his bedroom. Beside the bed was one of his kitchen chairs, which confused her. Maybe he would bend her over his lap to spank her and the bed was too high?

Turning her, he reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and off, tossing it on the floor. He then reached around her and unhooked her bra, adding it to the shirt. Karla felt her breath growing more ragged with her nervousness as he reached her shorts and then her panties, stacking them on her other clothes until she stood naked in front of him. This was it. Her spanking. Except, he had other plans.

Taking her by the hand, he led her to the chair and made her sit down. “It’s going to be hard to spank me if I’m sitting, don’t you think?” She did as he asked, and then watched as he picked up a scarf from the bed that she hadn’t noticed.

“I never said you would get a spanking.” He blindfolded her, and then she felt him place her arms on the arms of the chair and tie them firmly in place. “I just said punishment.”

She felt the twisting in her stomach as everything went dark and she couldn’t move her arms. She did not expect this. How could he punish her if she was sitting down and immobile? “I don’t unders…”

She heard footsteps as the bedroom door was pushed open more. She cocked her head to the side, trying to determine what she heard. Then she felt the breath, warm, soft, on the side of her cheek. “I hear someone has been a bad girl.” Sandy! What the..?

“Now, pet, don’t jerk around too much, because you’re pretty well tied to that chair, and you may tip over and hurt yourself,” Mitch said. “Your punishment is going to be to sit there and listen. When Sandy and I are finished, then I will untie you.”

Karla opened her mouth, but no words came out. He couldn’t be serious, could he?

Sandy kissed the side of her face. “I’m so glad you were such a naughty girl,” she said. “I get to help punish you. And, wow, at what I get to do.”

Karla strained more to hear what was happening. It sounded like they were stripping. And then she felt the clothes dropped on her lap, a shirt draped over her shoulder. Or at least, she thought it was a shirt.

It wasn’t. “Can you hold my panties, dear?” Sandy licked her ear. “I’m not going to be needing them for a while.”

Then Karla heard the bed creak and felt her eyebrows arch. They were doing it. They were actually going to have sex with her sitting there blindfolded and bound. Karla felt the heat between her legs turn up a notch as she heard Mitch moan, the bed shifting under them.

And then he added to her misery. “She’s got my cock in her mouth, pet. You should see her head bobbing up and down as she coaxes my cock to life. It won’t take long, I’m sure. You remember what she looked like sucking me off, right? Are you picturing it?”

“He feels so good in my mouth, Karla,” Sandy teased, her voice sultry, filled with lust. “He’s so hard, right now. I can’t wait for him to fill me.”

Karla squirmed in her seat, her ass no longer chill on the wood chair. She could feel the slickness between her legs, the hunger that filled her. She was already horny as hell before this and now… Oh god, now she was on fire. She heard a groan, and it took a moment for her to realize that it came from her. This was far worse than a spanking.

The bed shifted, creaking under their movements. “Oh god, Karla,” Sandy cried out. “Oh god, his tongue is on my pussy. OH! His fingers…oh god.” Karla heard the other woman wiggling on the bed, her ass shifting as Mitch tongued her. Karla could picture his hands gripping Sandy’s ass, her thighs wrapped around him as he buried his face in the valley of her sex, bringing her the pleasure Karla craved. Sandy continued to cry out, her breathing heavy, her moans echoing in the bedroom as she praised Mitch, taunting Karla. “God, I so love his tongue.”

Then the bed shifted again, and Karla knew what was about to happen. Sandy cried out. “Oh god, he’s so hard!” And then Karla heard Mitch’s hips slapping against Sandy’s tight little ass. She could picture them, Sandy on her hands and knees as Mitch knelt behind her, driving his hardness into the other woman. Karla cried out this time, pulling on the ropes that held her to the chair. She needed to be fucked!

Sandy kept crying out, telling Karla how hard Mitch fucked her, thanking Karla for being a bad girl. Mitch grunted and the sounds of flesh pounding flesh filled Karla’s ears, driving her almost to the brink. She couldn’t believe how turned on this all made her, her nipples swollen buds of tautness, her pussy slick and ready. Her whole body became a sensation of electric nerves. She wanted to be in that bed with them, wanted to be tangled in the arms and legs, her own pussy being filled, her mouth on Sandy’s body, her hands on Mitch’s hard cock. She kept sliding her ass back and forth on the chair, wishing something filled her.

And then Sandy screamed, and Karla knew the other woman was having her first orgasm, could picture her back arched, her hands tight fists scrunching the bedsheets. Karla screamed with her. It seemed to last forever, even though it was probably only a handful of seconds. As soon as Sandy’s orgasm subsided, Mitch grunted, and Karla heard one last slap of flesh and knew he pulled Sandy back onto his cock as he filled her with his own nectar. Karla groaned, wanting it for herself.

Then the bed creaked, and she knew both lovers in front of her were collapsed on the bed. Were they holding each other? Caressing? Karla heard whispering. What were they saying? How much they enjoyed each other? Plans to do it again? Let me out of these ropes! Karla jerked on her bonds, willing them to snap.

“Patience, pet,” Mitch said, and the bed creaked again. She heard him crossing the floor, and then felt him pull the scarf from around her eyes. She blinked, adjusting to the sudden light. When her eyes focused, she saw him standing in front of her, naked, his cock slick with Sandy’s wetness. Glancing to the bed, Sandy lay sprawled on it, her legs slightly parted, her hair mussed up.

Mitch squatted in front of Karla, his lips a thin line as he studied her. “Do you feel properly punished?”

“Yes, sir,” Karla said, her voice soft.

“Do you believe me when I say, I’m more like you than you know, and you can trust me not to run away?”

Karla swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. She nodded. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”

He leaned forward, kissing her nose, the aroma of her punishment lingering on his lips. “I’m here for the long haul, Karla. No matter what that brings. We’ll explore it all together. I promise.”

She nodded again, a tear forming at the bottom of her eyes.

“Now, would you like to be untied so you can join us on the bed? I’m sure we have plenty of fun left in all of us and you took your punishment like a good girl. You deserve to be rewarded.”

She jerked her gaze up to his, “Oh god, yes. Please!”

He grinned as he reached out and untied her arms, rubbing each one where the ropes held her to the chair. As he stood, he pulled her up with him, pulling her into his embrace. “I love you,” he whispered, just before kissing her nose.

She squeezed him tight to her, never wanting to be without his arms. “I love you, too.” And she meant it, more than she ever had before with anyone else. This was real. Not a game. Not one of her games. The games were over, at least, the ones she used to play. Now they were in a whole other game, together. Karla glanced over at Sandy, smiling. It was a game Karla would enjoy exploring.