Through my orgasm haze, I feel Matt slowly pulling out of me. My pussy feels sticky, my thong still pulled to the side. He pulls at it and places it back in place, his fingers teasing my labia, gently moving up and brushing against my asshole, leaving a bit of wetness behind.
Fuck.
I look up and see him smiling at me.
“You will be punished for biting me,” he says, as he pulls up his pants and resettles his shirt. “I’ll be stepping out now. Do you have your phone here with you?”
“No, sir. It’s at our table,” I say, as I gently touch my ripped pantyhose, feeling my bare skin through the material. So arousing.
He pulls off his watch and gives it to me.
“Wait five minutes, then wear your dress inside out and meet me at my place for the rest of your punishment.”
Inside out? He’s killing me.
“Nyra!” He says sharply.
“Yes, sir. I’ll do that. Do I lock the door after you leave, sir?” I ask, apprehensively.
“That’s up to you, pet, don’t be late.” he says with a smile before leaving.
I slowly slide off the stone, now warm from my body. I reach for my dress and notice it’s already inside out, the stitching exposed.
As I pull it over my head, I wonder what my punishment might be.