exoticeva:

“Hands on the ledge little girl.”

I swallowed hard and glanced back at him over my shoulder. His face was set – arguing would be futile and would only earn me a punishment.

We’d talked about pushing my limits. He knew that while I had very little interest in real exhibitionism, I absolutely got off on being a dirty little slut for his pleasure. The right amount of semi-public play made my cunt drip with arousal.

But this was a ground floor window. Yes there were blinds, but people walking by were going to be able to see me if they looked in. They were going to be able to see my naked breasts in between the slats of the blinds. They would see the sexy garter and crotchless panties I had been told to wear. If they really looked they might see my face; flushed with a heady mix of arousal and embarrassment.

All these thoughts raced through my head as he smoothed his hand across the soft skin of my ass before dipping into the even softer, wetter flesh of my cunt.

“I won’t say it again. Hands on the ledge.”

His voice never changed in volume but that tone cracked like a whip against my nerves and I raised my hands without any real conscious volition, leaning so that I was gripping the cool metal while my hips cocked out behind me, the curve of my ass on display for him.

He stood to my side, one hand playing almost idly with my pussy while the other reached out to pull and twist my nipple. I couldn’t help the soft sound that escaped me. A whimper of protest but also of arousal. And he knew it.

“I think my little slut likes this game. Don’t look at me. Look at your reflection. Those big eyes of yours give you away princess. You like the idea that someone might see you grinding on my hand. Don’t you?”

I was panting now, riding his fingers just like he said. Watching myself become a good little wanton whore for him. That’s why the crack of his hand on my ass startled me.

“Answer me” he demanded.

“Ahhh! Yes, yes sir.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes..I..I like knowing someone might see.”

“Good, then you’re going to like this even better.”

He started to undo his belt and I realized he was going to use it now, with me standing in front of this window. Anyone walking past was going to be able to see me as he struck me. Perhaps they’d only take a quick glance and quickly walk on. But if they stayed….If they looked closely…they’d see how each crack of his belt made my cheeks flush and my eyes dilate. They’d see me bite my lip to muffle moans of pain and arousal. If they looked really closely would they see how each hit made me wetter? Oh god…would they see my arousal drip down my shaking legs?

The thought alone made me shudder, an intoxicating blend of anticipation and desire and anxiety spiraling through me. My cunt fluttered with the sensations, already well ahead of my brain about how this game was going to go.

“Shall we begin little girl? Keep your eyes on your reflection and count for me…”

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