Good Girl (Playroom) (9 page)

“Good girl. You only needed to become arous
ed. They may be tiny, but they’re still tits. All straight men like female parts, but we all like something different. You wouldn’t do well with a breast-man for obvious reasons. But I’m not a breast-man, so it doesn’t matter. My opinion is the only one that matters- ever.” At this moment, I agree with him. I’d agree with anything Auggie had in mind as long as he kept touching me.

One of Auggie’
s hands mounds both of my boobs. We both gaze at the sight of his huge fingers pushing my breasts together. I’m breathing heavily, but I can feel the force of Auggie’s breath down the extension of his arm to his hand. Auggie is panting at the picture of his hand on my body. It makes me feel proud that I have this effect on him.

Augustus sits next to me on the bed. His large body completely takes over. He leans back a bit
, rolling his glorious stomach muscles, and looks me in the eye. “It’s time for your punishment. Monsters get punished, good girls get rewarded. Lay your body over my lap.” His voice is serious and solemn. Auggie’s tone makes him sound as if it hurts him to punish me, that it is for my own good. But the gleam in Auggie’s eye shows the pleasure he is getting out of me being his Monster.

I crawl over to him and he arranges me
where he wants me. Auggie’s lap is very wide. When talking to him, you forget just how huge he really is. My cheek rests on one thigh and my hips on another. Auggie’s fingers deftly roll down the waistband of my shorts, exposing my bottom. Something hard flexes under my nipples. I think it’s his thigh- it has to be.

I’ve never been spanked, but there is no doubt that I am about to be. I’m not scared. A thrill runs through my body
and pools between my thighs and ignites my budding nipples. I want Auggie to punish me. I want the guilt of messing up so much tonight to go away. I don’t care that it’s my birthday, I’ve screwed up and I need punished.

The cold
air on my ass doesn’t chill me. It flashes fire throughout my body. I tense and the ache in my belly grows to a painful hunger I don’t understand. I just need it to go away. I whimper and Auggie soothingly shushes me.

“You’re about to se
e what type of man I am- an ass man,” Auggie hypnotically murmurs. His voice is an intoxicant. I scream before the pain registers. His huge palm smacks my ass and thighs in one hit- hip-to-hip, tailbone to thighs. Flames lick along my back and legs. I pant through the pain as it radiates from hell and back.

“Why are you being punished, Willow?”
Auggie asks in that voice that I now associate with when he means business or is aroused.

“I’m a Monster
. Good girls listen to Augustus. Monsters ignore his advice.” I whimper.

“What do Monsters get?”
Auggie asks, voice thick with anticipation.

“
Puni-”
P…u…n…i…s…h…e…d…
I scream long and loud as Auggie whacks me three more times in quick succession. Tears dampen his thigh and I sniffle. I want to rub the burn away, but I instinctually know that would be a huge no-no. I accept the pain as penance for my bad behavior. I will never forget to listen to Auggie. What he says is law.

Whatever
that
is under my nipples isn’t a thigh. It bucks underneath me and pulses to an unknown beat. It can’t be
HIM.
It spans from one breast to the next and then some.

“What do good girls get?”
Auggie deeply growls.

“Rewarded,” I sob.

“Masturbate for me, Willow.” Auggie orders in a sluggish voice. “I want you to associate this type of pain as pleasure.”

“I don’t know how,” I say under
neath my breath, fearful that I will disappoint Auggie and get thwacked again.

“You’ve never touched y
ourself?” He sounds surprised.

“No,” I
honestly answer. “I watched Essie do it before while she went down on a guy. But I never felt like a girl, so I didn’t bother.”

“What do you mean by that?”
Auggie softly asks. I feel a flutter over my hair like he’s petting me.

“I couldn’t get turned on by myself. I look like a little boy.
I’m disgusted by my body,” I say in embarrassment.

“
I never want to hear those words from your mouth again,” Auggie angrily growls at me as he smacks my ass. I scream from the intensity of the pain. “Remove those negative thoughts from your mind,” he orders with another swat. The last spanking only makes me hiss since it fell across my thighs.

“
I assure you, you’re all woman. You’ve been hornier than hell all day,” 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 stuff under my squeezing palm. Augustus starts to cry out and I know I’m making him cum. That knowledge slams my orgasm into me- my first orgasm ever. It’s not flowing and pleasant. It’s violent it its intensity. It leaves me sobbing. It hurts worse than the spanking and it feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced.

“From now on when I punish you, you will love it. You may even cum without bei
ng sexually touched,” Auggie vows.

My shoulder is wet and sticky. I stare at it in awe
-
is that from him? It has to be. I made him do that
I think with pride. Augustus laughs at my gobsmacked expression as he cleans me up with his towel. Like a ragdoll, he positions me where he wants me - curled around his chest.

“
Sex isn’t always like this, Willow. This is play. The first time is the hardest to deal with. When we’re at the store, I want you to treat me as you always have. The same goes for when we’re in public or with your family. But at the
Playroom
or when I say we are playing, you will act as you did this evening- Monster and good girl, and I will be your Beast.”

A
gasp cuts from my throat when he says beast. How does he know that?

“
You said it underneath your breath at least a half dozen times, Willow. I’m not deaf, and I was wondering if that was what you were calling my cock. If not, then from now on, I want you to call my cock Beast. Lord knows, Beast and I have a lot of work ahead of us before we can fit into your pinky-sized hole. No one but Beast is taking your innocence. We’ll figure out the rules from there, but I will always be your first. Your first everything.”

~
Chapter Six~

My fingers tap with impatience to the beat of The White Stripes.
“Come on- higher,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “A couple dollars more,” I beg the laptop screen. Lightning fast my fingertip clicks the refresh button.  Three… Two… One…

“Fuck!” I scream to the empty store and almost fall off my stool.

“Willow, what the hell is going on out here?” Auggie frantically looks around the store for robbers.

“The final auction just closed.” I say no more and act unimpressed.
I tighten my ponytail and hop off my stool.

“And?” Auggie
gives me a look that screams he isn’t messing around. I grin at him, and he raises a russet eyebrow in response.

“Guess,” I
playfully tease.

“I’ll spank it out of y
ou, Monster,” he threatens me with the raise of his hand and I hop back out of reflex. Auggie scratches his whisker-shadowed cheek and smirks at me.

“
I think I found my niche,” I grandly state, and grin at him, showing all of my teeth.

“And here I thought the
Playroom
was your niche,” Auggie teases me.

“I’ve done a lot of work on this stuff, Auggie. The first couple auctions bombed, but I’ve learned a lot. I make sure I post them so they close at the right time of day. I make sure the listing is as accurate as possible and tagged correctly. And the pictures are most important. So after all that hard work… I sold somethin
g you paid $12.95 out of pocket for $1,001.00,” I announce.

I feel proud of myself- wickedly proud. I’m finally good at someth
ing even if it is a crapshoot. Auggie’s green eyes are huge and shiny. I’m not sure he believes me. I turn the laptop for him to take a peek and smirk at his astounded facial expression.

“Jesus! How much did you profit this week?”
Auggie’s fingers pull through his reddish-brown curls.

“I only had four auctions. One we broke even on. Two we came out a bit ahead.” I quickly tally a total in my head. “Twelve hundred give or take a few dollars. I could do more auctions at a time, but I was scared I
’d fuck up and bomb on twenty auctions. I didn’t want you to kill me.” 

“Do as many as you can handle. I’ll let you do as you wish with the stuff.”
Auggie says with total trust.

“I started us a webpage for the store and I have a few items listed
on it. I thought about adding our inventory to the page and people could order online. The more collectable things I could auction instead.” I bite my lip and gaze at the floor- I suddenly feel bashful, unsure of myself. I never have anything to offer, to contribute. It feels foreign that I could be good at something, something that would benefit
Revamped
and Auggie.