Free Good Girl (Playroom) by Erica Chilson Page B

Auggie snickers. “I’ll show you, but you will masturbate before you go to sleep and when you wake up- until you cum- every day.”
    “Yes, s ir,” I agree. I’d agree to anything as long as I didn’t get another swat. I’d agree to anything to postpone my spanking.
    Auggie roughly fists my hair and growls at me. “You have no idea how horny that word makes me. Every fucking time you say sir , I get as hard as a rock. Some days I felt like I would go fucking insane. Yesterday, I masturbated eight times. I swear to God every time I came out of the backroom fresh from whacking off, you’d call me sir and I’d get harder than the previous time. Today, I denied myself the release and you decide to be a horny little monster with your hungry eyes eating me alive. I almost sheered Nina’s tonsils out tonight when I came. It didn’t help that you were watching me cum and I was pretending it was your hungry little monster mouth sucking me down. I could see that you were imagining it was you, too. I was willing you to crawl to me. I wanted to kill Isis when she stood between us. I almost had you. I wanted your eyes on me.”
    “I wanted to crawl to you. I wanted to kneel at your feet and give you pleasure. I tried b ut Isis stopped me. I’m sorry, sir,” I cry. Auggie soothes me with another pass over my hair and I instantly calm.
    Auggie’s fingers skim my hip and slide into my shorts. I buck against his hand as it touches my bare flesh for the first time. I grunt when he touches me in a sensitive spot. My eyes pop wide before they roll back inside my head. My mouth drops open and I grunt like an animal. This is the first time anyone has sexually touched me, including myself. Augustus is the first, and it makes me feel special.
    “Thank you,” I pray underneath my breath. I’m not sure if Auggie hears me or not, but the hardness beneath me pulses and jerks against my chest.
    “Slide your t iny finger down to the well.” Auggie’s large finger slides down to my opening. “Scoop up some honey with your fingertips and rub it right here until you cum,” his lulling, hypnotic voice purrs as his fingers perform the act he describes.
    “Augustus,” I cry when he rhythmically strokes my clit. He murmurs good girl underneath his breath, and then I scream when he spanks me harder than all the other times combined. My skin has to be on fire. My sex violently contract and moisture weeps out. I’ve never felt that before. The ache in my belly instantly feels better, like the pressure has been relieved some. I whimper in thanks as he intimately touches me.
    Auggie slows his finger on my clit, making slow sweeps of the swollen nub. His mean, spanking hand pries my fingertips from the sheet and settles them on the throbbing thing underneath my breasts. It is HIM. Auggie squeezes my hand a few times until I squeeze the muscle the way he showed me. His pants are in the way of me really touching him, but I marvel at the fact that my fingers will never encircle his girth. Auggie groans and I know that I’m doing it right.
    We both moan together from our mutual pleasure. My eyes drift shut as my body builds with a pressure I’ve never felt. The pressure promises to remove that ache that has plagued me all day long. I wonder if this is how Augustus feels when he has to masturbate. How do you know when to do it?
    A scream tears fro m my throat until I can’t make any more sound. Massive amounts of air fill my lungs and release out my throat as Augustus spanks me with reckless abandon. It changes from a searing, burning agony to a pleasure that is deep in my womb. My silent screams turn into guttural moans of pleasure.
    “Good girls cum for t heir owners. Cum for me, Willow,” Auggie enchants me with his hypnotic sex god tone. A firm pinch to my clit combined with my puppet master’s words has me writhing as the pressure reaches its peak.
    The cock is no longer a HIM now that we’re personally acquainted. The cock does weird