Princess’ Treat
“You are not allowed to touch yourself while I’m gone, do you understand, Princess?”
Patrick’s words echoed through my head as I waited for him to come out of the terminal. He had been away for a little over a week and I was more than ready for him to come home. The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering away as another crowd of faces came flooding out.
My eyes darted from face to face searching for him, but he wasn’t in the crowd. I was anxious to see him, he had been teasing me the entire time he was gone with promises of all the things he’d do to me when he got home. My mind raced with the anticipated pleasure causing the butterflies to move from my stomach to between my legs.
Another crowd emerged and I held my breath as I searched for him. As if it was a scene from a movie, the crowd parted and there he was. My heart skipped a beat as I met his eyes. Even though we had been together for two years, every time I saw him I fell in love with Patrick all over again.
Patrick had a huge smile on his face which, as I suspected, meant he was not only happy to see me, but he was also pleased that I wore his favorite sundress. I practically ran into his arms almost causing him to fall over.
“I guess this means you missed me, huh Princess?” he laughed.
“Yes Sir, I always miss you! You know that.”
Patrick held me tightly as I breathed in his cologne, a scent I had missed while he was away. We ended our embrace and began walking to the baggage claim. His hand was on the small of my back, his subtle way of letting me, and everyone else around us know that I was his and he was mine.
While we waited for his bags Patrick’s hand moved down my back to my ass giving it a firm squeeze. I giggled as I looked over at him seeing the look in his eyes as he realized I was not wearing any panties. He leaned in closely to my ear and whispered, “That’s a strike for you Princess, I didn’t say you couldn’t wear panties today, now did I?”
I shook my head, truth be told I loved it when he gave me strikes, I knew that when he got to three it meant we would both get what we wanted. And after he forbade me to touch myself, I was ready for any type of funishment he could give me.
Patrick picked up his bag and we made our way to the car. As he put his luggage in the trunk I slid into the drivers seat. I was started by a knock on the window, it was Patrick motioning for me to roll down the window.
“What are you doing, Princess?”
“What do you mean?” I said with my innocent good girl look.
“Why are you in the driver’s seat?”
I shrugged my shoulders batting my eyes at him. I knew what he meant, Patrick always drove but I just wanted to wind him up a little bit more.
“I want to drive you home Sir! Princess Taxi at your service!” I giggled
He gave me his stern “dom” look that told me I had just earned strike two. Without a word he opened the door and I climbed out of the car. Patrick followed behind me opening the passenger door for me and shutting it as soon as I was comfortable in my seat.
As he climbed in and shut the door he adjusted the rearview mirror, “You know that was strike two, right?”
I nodded my head biting my lip. Images of him tying me to the bed and forcing me to orgasm flooded my brain. I felt myself growing wet and my nipples hardening at the thought of it.
As we got onto the highway, Patrick gently picked up my hand bringing it to his lips to kiss it. “I really missed you Princess, I hope you were a good girl and obeyed my instructions while I was gone.”
I rubbed his hand with my thumb, “of course I was a good girl. It didn’t help that you teased me the entire time you were gone though.”
Patrick laughed, “who said I was going to make it easy for you?”
As we continued driving he moved his hand from mine to my thigh, slowly inching up my skirt. “Show me my beautiful pussy.” I helped him pull it up revealing my freshly trimmed mound.
Patrick’s hand quickly found its way to my outer lips, he made a “hmm” sound of approval as he ran his fingers up and down the length of them making me squirm in my seat. I moaned in desperation as he slid one finger inside me.
“You really didn’t touch yourself while I was gone, look at what a needy little thing you are! I’ve barely even begun touching you and you’re already soaking wet.”
I bit my lip as my fingers dug into the seat. Patrick found his way to my engorged clit and began rubbing it in a circular motion. My eyes rolled back in my head as I began to pant and moan. I felt the wetness pouring out of me onto the leather seat below.
“Remember any mess you make in here, you have to clean up Princess.” He laughed as he removed his hand from me, sucking his fingers clean. “You really do taste sweeter when you’re desperate.”
I shot him a pouty look, “That’s it?”
He laughed “Oh Princess, you know I love to tease you and take my time with you. Did you really expect I would make you orgasm less than a hour after I landed?”
“Yes,” I whined.
He placed his hand back on my thigh squeezing it gently. I looked over at him with big puppy dog eyes, but he was focused on the road ahead of him.
“Don’t pout Princess. Spread your legs so I can see you.”
I placed my feet on the dashboard spreading my legs to reveal my glistening pussy.
“God you smell fucking delicious!”
I giggled as he once again moved his hand to my pussy rubbing it, “Give me your hand”
Patrick grabbed my hand placing it on my pussy. “Now show me how you finger yourself.”
I looked around at the other cars on the highway, “Now?”
He nodded his head, “Now Princess, don’t worry about the other cars.”
I ran my fingers up and down my slit, spreading the wetness up and down my vagina. Then I slowly dipped two fingers into my tight hole causing myself to moan.
“That’s it Princess, nice and slow.”
I looked over at him as I moved my fingers deeper inside myself, swirling them around to make myself moan louder.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels so good Sir, it’s warm, wet and tight. I’m swirling my fingers around and rubbing my clit with my thumb.”
“That’s a good girl, now go faster.”
I slid my fingers in and out of myself, getting lost in the pleasurable sensation. My moans and the sound of my wetness filling the car drowning out the traffic noise around us.
“Faster Princess,”
I placed my fingers on my g-spot curling them inside of me allowing me to edge faster and faster towards a much needed orgasm.
“How are you feeling?”
“I want to cum so badly Sir! Please may I cum?”
He laughed, “Do you think you’ve earned it?”
I nodded but Patrick didn’t respond. “Sir, please!” I begged as I was almost on the edge of cumming.
“You better not Princess, your orgasm is mine.”
Patrick spoke too late, just as he uttered the words I felt the rush of my orgasm overtake my body. I let out a loud “fuck!” as I felt myself tighten around my fingers.
“Princess, you did not just cum did you?”
I blushed as I slid my fingers out of myself, “Yes Sir, I did.”
I saw his hands tighten on the wheel, in his stern voice he scolded me “That’s strike three Princess. Now cover yourself up and sit up in your seat, we’ll deal with this when we get home!”
“I’m sorry Sir” I said quietly as I sat back in my seat and went to wipe my hand off on my dress. Just before I did Patrick grabbed my hand and put my fingers in his mouth.
“If I can’t have your orgasm, I can at least taste it,” he said with a smirk.
He shot me a wink and I knew he wasn’t as mad as he made himself out to be. I smiled as I sat back, this was going to be a very fun evening at home.
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