Good Girl (Playroom) (26 page)

I yelp when Auggie brutally
smacks the sole of my foot with the ruler. The sting radiates from the bottom of my foot, up through my toes, and my shin. I hiss from between clenched teeth. It doesn’t make me angry, I know I need it. My master is teaching me a lesson.

“Willow, w
hat happens when you make shitty choices, such as running out into the freezing night with no destination in mind?” Auggie tightly grips my ankle in his palm and swiftly smacks me three times. Tears roll down my face but I don’t cry out. I deserve this. I already knew I was being stupid. I need to be punished for it so I can move forward.

“The ruler is to remind you of your measure and the rules. Your feet are being punished because you ran from
the comforting embrace of your master. I will never judge you, Willow. You come to me for anything and everything from now on. Your feet will remind you for days to come.”

Latex gloves materialize from his pocket. The snap ma
kes me flinch. I wonder where Auggie found gloves that large for his huge hands. A second later I realize I should be worrying about why he’s putting gloves on in the first place.

“Since you’d rather freeze in the elements instead of facing your demons
, and without thought of the consequence, I think this will remind you to make the wise decision next time.” Auggie squirts something into the palm of his gloved hand. He squeezes the tube until it is empty.

I moan
in bliss as Auggie massages the cream onto my feet. I’ve never had my feet rubbed before. I groan, and then flex my toes, hoping he will continue. Auggie switches feet and smiles sweetly at me.

“Feels really good
, doesn’t it,” Auggie murmurs. “Wait for it,” he threatens. One foot is icy-cold. The foot he’s rubbing blazes with licks of fire. Each press of his fingers drives the burn deeper. I whimper and whine. He smiles down at me knowingly.

“You’re mean,” I whimper.

“No, I’m teaching you a lesson you need to learn. What am I, Monster?”

“You’re Mr.
Kline,” I immediately respond.

“And what
is Mr. Kline to you, Monster?”

“My master,” I
reverently respond.

“And
what do Masters do, Monster?” Auggie prompts.

“
They punish you when you’re bad,” I whine.

“No,” Auggie
shakes his head. “They inspire, they teach, they comfort and love, they are the security blanket of their pet. They punish to drive the lesson home, to remove your guilt so you may move on and grow. What is a master to their pet, my Good Girl?”

“You’re my world,” I say without hesitation. Auggie’s
blazing smile pushes the shadows from the room.

“And you’re mine. I’m a lucky bastard to have my best friend and the woman I love as my pets. No
master is as blessed as I am.” Auggie drops on top of me and his lips latch onto mine. I gnaw at his mouth and swear under my breath when I can’t wrap my legs around his back to draw him closer to me.

“Big
fucker,” I affectionately murmur.

“Toddler,” he replies
, chuckling. Auggie growls when I sneak a toe under his t-shirt and rub that heinous cream on his bare skin.

“Oh, how I’d love to bury the Beast deep inside you and cum, but that’s against the rules
, and you’re not finished with your punishment.” Auggie shoves off of me and gazes at me in amusement.

“What the hell is this shit?” I complain. I try to rub my feet on the blankets but
he stops me with a stern look.

“Does it remind you of
Hot Damn
? When you down a shot, it’s icy and hot,” he teases me. I’d love a fucking shot of hooch to douse this fire.

“Icy Hot?
” I shout in outrage. “You sick bastard! How did you make one foot burn and the other freeze?” Auggie laughs at me as he picks my cold foot up and starts to rub. It instantly inflames.

“Oh,” I groan.

“You’re going to sound like an animal bleating in a minute,” Auggie threatens. He yanks off a glove and pulls something from his back pocket.

“What the fuck? You got a backpack
in your pocket or some shit?” Auggie snickers at me and swats my foot with the ruler. I yelp when the fire intensifies with the thwack.

“That’s sounds like a disrespectful brat to me, Monster. You’re being punished right now
, remember?”

“Sir, I apologize. But I can’t even fit my cell in my back pocket, how the hell are you pulling all this stuff out?”

Auggie arches a ruddy brow. “Big ass means big pockets.” He snaps the other glove off and tosses the pair to the floor.

“Open wide until I can see you
r pretty, pink tonsils,” he mischievously coaxes. His green eyes twinkle at the expression of horror on my face. I open like a good girl should and close my eyes. Hard plastic knocks against my teeth. Whatever it is, it’s room temperature. I gag when my tonsils get nudged.

“Slobber your new buddy up nice and
wet. This is your new best friend. I want you to use this to masturbate. It’s not much smaller than a normal guy. You’ll love it, Monster.” Auggie’s voice drops to that of the sex god. “That’s a good girl,” he croons as he slides the vibrator in and out of my mouth, showing me how a guy likes his cock sucked. “I want you to do this twice a day. Practice before you get yourself off. We can’t have you in the Playroom with poor oral skills, now can we?”

“Ack,” I cough and gag.
I sputter around the invasion. My tongue tries to push it out. Every inch I push out, Auggie pushes it in twice as far.

“Breathe through it and relax
,” Auggie hypnotically purrs. I melt into the mattress and allow him to fuck my mouth with a vibrator. His loud panting spurs me on.

“What?”
I drowsily slur when Auggie pulls the new toy from my mouth. I lift my heavy lids to witness a half-crazed Augustus. He’s staring at my mouth with his hanging open. I lick my lips to see if it has an effect on him.

“Behave, Willow,” he groans. “You know exactly what you’
re doing, you little Monster.” My pajama bottoms and panties are pulled down my legs and I get excited. Is he going to make love to me again? I know he said it was against the rules, but maybe this will push him over the edge.

“Auggie,” I cry when the vibrator, slick with my spit, slides deep inside me.

“Hmm…” Auggie salaciously
licks his full lips. “This fits nicely,” he purrs.

“OH!
Ahhh…” I cry when the vibrator whirls to life. Vibrations radiate throughout my pussy, up into my womb, and ignite along my spine. I wiggle on the bed, not knowing if I love the sensation or find it uncomfortable. Auggie pulls my panties and pajamas back into place. I rub all over the bed in need. My feet are icy-cold, but my pussy is on fire.

“Don’t let it slip out,” he warns with a pat to my crotch.

“No,” I protest when Auggie rubs my left foot until the burn returns with a vengeance. I can’t concentrate on one thing- The burn from my foot, the cold from the other foot, and the buzzing vibration causing my sensitive flesh to weep.

“Look at me, Willow,” Auggie commands.
I flick my gaze to his. He smiles down at me in pride. I see his hand slice through the air. I suck in a deep breath before the ruler thwacks my icy foot. I barely hold the pitiful sound building in my throat. He promised I’d bleat like an animal. Mr. Kline always keeps his promises. Mr. Kline is always right. Obey Mr. Kline in all things.

Jesus, Willow, don’t be a fucking idiot- always do as Mr. Kline says or suffer the consequences. What the
fuck is wrong with my brother that this agony gets him off…

The ruler pushes the cold away and replaces it with flame
s. It’s the strangest sensation, the fire surrounded by ice.

I fall into Auggie’s eyes. My body is his. Hit after hit I sustain without crying out
, and the pressure builds inside my womb and licks down my spine, before it radiates throughout my entire body. I bite my lip to stop all sound. I’ll make Mr. Kline a liar- I will not bleat for him.

“Let go, Willow,” Auggie coaxes. His upper-lip is beaded with sweat. The t-shirt is molded to the wide, p
erfect expanse of his chest. Auggie’s working for it. He’s working me.

My fingertips flex on the sheets as I bite back a moan of pure pleasure. Every hit shoots pulses into my pussy. I violently clen
ch around the waning vibrator. “Jesus!” I shout. “What the fuck is wrong with me and Robbie?” Another smack to my heel and I hold my climax back.

“Robin
taught me what he wanted and I taught him how to take it. You should thank Rob for my expertise in this area of punishment,” he chuckles. “I figured what works for the brother would work for the sister.”

“I thought Robbie
was a freak for being a pain slut.” I groan when Auggie lashes me three times in quick succession.

“You’re not a pain slut yet. I want you to associate your punishment with pleasure. Rob is at the top end of the pain scale. I can’t offer him what he t
ruly needs anymore,” Auggie wretchedly cries, in a voice filled with pain.

“Isis,” I breathe.

“Yes. Don’t be stubborn by fighting me on this, Willow. I can’t do this much longer without really hurting you. Let go and cum for me, be a good girl,” Auggie commands in his sex god voice.

“Anything for you,” I moan and finally let go. I writhe when the force of my release screams from m
y body. It doesn’t flow from me. It’s wrenched from my core. I’d held it in too long and I’m suffering the consequences- another painful lesson learned.

I sob, whimper, and keen. The last sound I make before I bonelessly collapse
to the mattress is the bleat of an injured animal. “Thank you,” I whimper as Auggie pulls the now dead vibrator from my body. He rubs my tummy as tears dry on my cheeks.

“Pay attention, Willow. This is how I like
to be touched.” Auggie’s palm strokes the vibrator, getting my sticky wetness all over his hand. His clean hand pops the buttons on his fly until the Beast is released. My eyes bug out when the sticky hand covered in my juices wraps around the Beast and strokes. Auggie bites his lip and smiles at me. His forearm muscles flex with every stroke. Long, smooth movement from the bottom of the Beast to the tip, where he twists around the flared, ruddy head. I lick my lips as I watch. It makes me feel incredible to know that Auggie’s using something from my body to slick himself to pleasure.

“Fuck,” Auggie
groans, arching his neck and closing his eyes. “You make me insane, Willow.” I know he’s going to shoot the second his free hand wraps around his balls. I lunge forward and latch my lips around the thick plum of his cockhead before he can stop me. I shove half of his cock down my throat. My body instinctually knows what to do after Auggie showed me with the vibrator. As soon as I swallow the cock head past my tonsils, Auggie shouts my name and spurts hot streams of cum down my throat.

“Willow,” Auggie
groans my name and twists his fingers in my hair. My eyes bulge when he pushes farther down my throat. I breathe in and out my nose and allow him to take my face as he did with the beauty kneeling at his feet in the
Playroom
. It doesn’t demean me, if anything I feel empowered by the knowledge that I’m giving Auggie immense pleasure. He floods my mouth with scalding fluid that I have to swallow or choke. Some of it spills from my lips and dampens my t-shirt.

Auggie
collapses on his heels. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” He sounds concerned. He yanks his t-shirt over his head and wipes my mouth with it.

“All’s good,” I slur out and lick my lips. I dab the spots on my shirt with his and crawl under the blankets.

“No need to practice your oral, Monster. That was wicked. You almost took all of me,” he says in awe.

“Clover always said I had a nasty, big mouth. I guess this is proof.” I smile
up at Auggie as I curl around my pillow.

“I like your dirty mouth.
I plan on making it even dirtier,” Auggie teases. “Have you sucked his cock yet?”

“Auggie, don’t!” I scowl at him and duck underneath the covers. “Don’t ruin our moment.”

“I’ll take that as a no, then… And I’m not ruining the moment. I want you to suck Devon off. I want to watch his face when you do it,” Auggie eagerly utters. “You can’t fake that you loved watching me fuck Bethany.”

“Devon isn’
t my boyfriend,” I whisper. “We’re just friends.”

“
Uh-huh,” Auggie drawls in disbelief.

“Devon
doesn’t want me that way, Auggie,” I finally admit. “I think he has a real girlfriend.”

“No
, he does not,” Auggie mutters like he thinks I’m an idiot. Mr. Kline thinks he knows everything, and I’m starting to wonder that he doesn’t.

“Wanna bet? Who do you think drenched me with her beer after we insulted the shit out of each other? Hell,
she was attacking Kieren, too.”

“What’s her name?” Auggie
impatiently bites out.