A week after we were last "together" and I'm desperately craving Roman. This is a problem. A BIG problem. Right now, Roman and I are out for drinks with the rest of the roster and it's honestly a bit boring. I'm sat with Alexa and Nikki (Cross) and a few of the other women. But I can't keep my eyes off Ro across the bar with the Uso's. Fuck.
Suddenly, some tall, skinny, redhead walks up to Ro. They talk for a split second before he is leading her to the middle of the dance floor. My heart shatters into a million pieces and my throat closes. But I can't break down. Not here. So, I simply put my drink down, throw a $20 on the table for my part of the tab, and walk right out; hailing a cab back to the hotel.
Not even 5 minutes later, my phone buzzes with a text message. Expecting it to be one of the girls since I hadn't explained myself, I pull my phone from the pocket of my tight jean shorts and open it. Bad idea.
R: Where did you go?
M: You saw me leave?
R: Yes, Rory. I'm not completely oblivious. Plus, I'm going to protect you if some asshole tried something on you and that's why you left
M: My hero. *insert eye roll* No, that's not why I left. I'm not feeling well
R: Damn. I was hoping I could get Mistress to come out and play
M: Gimme an hour to try to sleep off this headache and I'll call you
R: I'll be waiting
I get out of the cab, tip/pay the driver and stroll up to my room. I feel terrible lying to Ro, but he can NOT know the truth. He can't know how green with envy I was when I saw that woman touch him. When he led her to the dance floor. When she was grinding on him. He can't know any of it. Anyway, I undress down to my matching red lace bra and panties and curl up in my bed; setting my alarm to wake me in an hour.
'Right on time' I think as my alarm blares through the room. I check my phone as soon as my eyes adjust to being open again and see a missed call and a text from Roman.
R: Please don't leave me hangin'. I hurry to respond.
M: I'm not. Room 719. Come on up. I'll be waiting for you, my sweet boy.
R: On my way, Mistress.
All of 2 minutes passes before I hear that specific three-tone knock on the door.
"Coming!" I fluff my hair in the mirror and slip into my black stilettos, or as I call them, my Mistress heels.
I open the door and he grins at me; gawking at me as he looks me up and down. I snap and point down to the floor and his eyes immediately shift to admire the carpet. I give him a pat on the head as I retreat behind him to close the door.
"Strip" The first clear cut, sharp instruction given. He obeys.
"Down" and he follows; knowing exactly what Mistress expects at this point. Once he's on the floor and that ass is in the air, the first sharp slap stings his skin and he hisses, but otherwise makes no movement or noise. The second comes rapidly after the first. Then, his breathing changes to forced pants.
"Thank you, Mistress." Instead of a response, I crack the flogger across his back. The fresh skin stinging more harshly than his ass. But, he relishes it. Begs for more. Needs more.
So, I decide to give him what he wants.
"Why did you come to me tonight, Roman?" I grab him by the hair and force his head up, his eyes staying downward.
"Needed you" is the pathetic response I receive.
I grab his chin with my free hand.
"Tell me the truth, my sweet boy? Why did you need me tonight of all nights? I know you can do this, Ro. Just say it." I release his chin so I can clearly understand him.
"Was a bad boy, Mistress. Almost stepped out on you." Ouch. That hurts.
"What do you mean, pretty boy? How did you almost step out on me? I'm just Mistress."
"Had thoughts, Mistress. Almost let someone else take care of me. But, only you can, Mistress. Wouldn't be as good with anyone else. 'm sorry, Mistress."
"So, you need punished for your bad thoughts? Need some discipline, do you? Maybe remind you why you come to me and ONLY me?" He nods.
I let go of his hair and his head droops forward, but he otherwise stays on his hands and knees. I whip him one more time with the flogger across his broad back. Then, sitting beside his prone frame, I reach under him and stroke him to full hardness. He whimpers the whole time. Once he's hard, I lock his cock cage over his precum-dripping length and shove the key into my panties.
Roman dropping right where I want him, I grab the ginger from my bag and show it to him. His tongue lulls out of his mouth and he pants harder; knowing exactly where that piece of ginger will go. Deciding to test my sweet boy, I run the ginger from the nape of his neck to the bottom of his spine; the sticky ginger sending a searing string of pleasurable pain down his spine. While he's distracted with that pleasure, I push the ginger between his ass cheeks and let it do its damage there. Then, the final straw. The ginger goes into my sweet boy's hole. He lets out a strangled moaning cry and I know he's dropped.
"Thank you, Mistress." I place my hand on the small of his back, to which he responds by arching his back even further, igniting the ginger again and rubbing the cock cage across the carpet.
"For what, sweetheart?"
"For my punishment. Deserve to be punished for my bad boy thoughts. Punish me so good, Mistress."
I listen as he moans and groans in agonizing blissed out painful pleasure; letting the ginger and the cage do its work.
Once he calms back down about 5-10 minutes later, I know the ginger has run out and it's time to take it from him. I warn him of this. He stays perfectly still as I dislodge the fig from the tight grasp of his tiny hole. Then, the final step in my baby's pleasurable painful punishment. I set him on his knees, and he wraps his arms around my elbow. I let him rest his body weight on my forearm like he's a newborn baby and I rub his back.
Moments later, he silently cums inside the cock cage and it splatters to the floor. Then, I sit him up and let him rest against me chest-to-back style while the tremors from his orgasm quietly subside.
