Jared tied my ankle to the bedposts as I watched him.

His face was set, his demeanor serious, his movements economical. His cock was hard in his black jeans, but that was just a physical reaction to him exerting his power over me.

“What did you forget to do today?” he asked.

My body quivered, and my pussy clenched. The anticipation of punishment, the excitement of submitting, a flicker of worry and a whole lot of uncontrollable arousal overwhelmed me.

He quickly tied down my other leg. I was spread-eagle, and he was staring at me.

“To reschedule your dentist appointment,” I answered meekly.

I blinked. My heart was trip-hammering. Minor moments of forgetfulness were often twisted to address our mutual need for my submission — and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“And it was a favor. You’re not my secretary, or my maid, or my handler. But I expect you to keep your word.”

Jared let his fingers drift across my belly as he moved to the head of the bed. He lifted my hands and then tied them to the top posts. I had more slack there than I did down below.

“I was in meetings all day, and then there she is, the dentist’s receptionist, calling to see where I was.”

“I forgot. I’m sorry.” I swallowed hard. I had forgotten. Utterly. And I’d felt awful about it when he’d reminded me.

Then there was that rush of excitement when he’d pointed to the bedroom and said, “Go. We’ll deal with you in there.”

“I was working. And I forgot. I got lost in what I was doing. It’s not an acceptable excuse, I know.”

He looked down at me. “True. It’s not. Though I do appreciate you trying to explain it away.” He reached down and pinched my nipple.

Fire and lighting coursed through my chest, and I arched up from the brief flash of pain. My pussy was thumping in time with my pounding heart.

He gave me a half smile — the one that said he wasn’t really mad at me — before gently trailing his fingertips down my belly. My cardiac muscles galloped wildly, and the fine hairs on my arms stood up. I was ready to start pleading already: “Punish me. Do what you need to. But God, please, let me come, Jared.”

But I said nothing like that.

“That’s a good thing you’ve done.” His fingers trailed over my mound, slipped along my folds and ran over my swollen clit so briefly I sobbed. “I do like when you think things through.” He slid a finger between my legs and into my desperate pussy. I was so wet that he filled me with ease.

“Please!” I finally blurted out, overcome by impatience. His eyes flashed at me, and I hurriedly mumbled, “Sorry.”

He smiled slyly. He knew me too well.

“I know you’re not really sorry, you little brat,” he said. He pinched my hip, and I bucked.

He used to spank me, and he still did when the spirit moved him, but lately he pinched. The pain is intense, searing and fleeting. It leaves behind a footprint of pain that can spike my pleasure to unfathomable highs.

The wetness in my pussy grew as Jared pinched a pattern he found pleasing on my hip.

I whimpered and tried so very hard to stay still — but failed. At the very end of this small but significant torture, he had to place his hand on my hipbone to press me flat against the mattress.

“Almost done, love.”

I groaned when he was actually done. My heartbeat thumped in the skin he’d tortured. I knew some of those spots would turn purple. I knew I’d look at them in the mirror, pressing them with my fingers — fascinated and reliving the memory. And I knew that if he caught me doing that, which he often did, he’d make me masturbate in front of him.

All of those thoughts swirled and sent me into a heightened state of arousal.

“You want to come, don’t you?”

He smiled at me, and his wicked expression made my neck hairs prickle. I found myself testing my bonds without realizing I was doing it.

“There’s no getting away. I’ll let you come, sweetheart. But not until I feel like you’ve paid for your fuck-up. After all, I love you. And I love to see you lose it and come like the slut that you are.”

I moaned, and my hips rocked up, my whole body aching for him to put me out of my misery. But I knew for a fact, he’d create more misery before he ended it.

He rummaged in the nightstand and came up with my wand vibrator. It was his favorite toy to use to make me lose control. Just seeing it filled me with dread and excitement.

He pushed a finger back inside my pussy and shook his head. “You’re ten times wetter now than you were a minute ago. Just seeing this made you gush, my little whore.” He added a second finger and pumped them roughly.

“Please, Jared. Please, baby… ” I’d already broken and was asking him to make me come. My desperation earned me a chuckle.

“You think you’re getting off that easy?”

I tossed my head and cried out, “No, no, no… I don’t.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, pulling his fingers free. I was so wet I heard his withdrawal, and the absence of his warm penetration was notable.

Jared’s cock looked large and hard as it stressed the fly of his jeans. I considered asking to suck him, which might push him to fuck me faster. But that tactic rarely worked and often earned me the denial of orgasm.

Jared pushed his fingers into me again as the wand started to hum. He pressed the fat head of the toy to my clit as he fucked me with his digits. In and out, in and out, every thrust made my cunt drip. The rumbling vibration of the toy wormed into my pelvis, pushing me closer to coming.

I knew what he’d do. He’d get me just about there and back off before giving me permission to come.

I felt so swollen, full and ready, and yet every time I thought that wand might push me over the edge, he’d move it just a smidge to the left or down or up — and leave me hanging.

Jared watched my face intently. He was studying every flicker, every grimace, every sigh. He wanted me to be hovering on the razor’s edge of coming — but then deny me the ultimate pleasure.

He withdrew his fingers slowly. Moisture seeped out of me, too. I could feel my honey sliding down the crack of my ass and pooling on the bed beneath me.

“Such a slut. Look how wet you are. That was two fingers. But I bet you can take three.”

“I found myself testing my bonds without realizing I was doing it.”

Adding more seemed impossible, but Jared is a patient man. I moaned and tossed my hips as he jammed me full. When he stretched me like that, it hurt just right. I felt so tight and impossibly packed.

He pumped his fingers in and out of me at a slow, steady rhythm. Then he turned up the intensity of the toy, putting the wand against my pounding clit. I bucked at being stuff so full — but the buzz, buzz, buzz of the wand against my button was heaven.

My pussy clenched and throbbed as he took his time fucking me.

“You’re right there, aren’t you?” he asked.

I nodded like a madwoman. Desperate. Wanting him to have mercy on me.

“I am. Please, Jared. Please… ”

“Please what, my love?”

He pressed the wand even harder to my clit. I gasped, so close. Right. Fucking. There.

“Let me come.”

The wand went away, and he tsked at me. “Soon enough. But not if you ask again. If you’re ballsy enough to ask again, then no. No coming for you, little girl.”

I sobbed and pressed my hips up as much as I was able. His fingers were still buried in me to the hilt. When he began to withdraw them so slowly my head swam, I cried out.

I bit my lip to keep myself from begging again. Begging wouldn’t help me this time, and I knew it.

He stepped back from the bed and turned his back to me. For a moment, I had the great and crushing fear that he’d leave the room — walk away and leave me in this limbo. He’d done it before. He’d do it again.

Instead, I heard his zipper. He took off his jeans and his T-shirt and turned back to me — stark naked, his cock as hard as stone and oh-so-ready.

I sighed blissfully knowing I was one step closer to getting what I wanted.

Jared climbed onto the bed and straddled my tits. He brushed his cock over my lips, and I lapped at him eagerly.

“Show me how sorry you are, baby girl.”

I opened my mouth, straining for him, flicking my tongue along whatever part of his cock I could reach.

He put his hands on the headboard, angled his body over me, and pushed into my mouth, fucking it slowly.

“Suck my cock. Show me how sorry you are.”

I’d have given anything to have my hands free. To touch him, to touch myself, to make myself come. Instead, I licked him, sucked him, skated my lips along his shaft, wanting to make him feel good. Wanting to earn my reward.

I sucked him for a while and then went slack, letting my mouth relax. His rhythm grew faster. He was taking my mouth exactly as he needed. Every time he withdrew, I let my tongue press the underside of his shaft.

“That’s a good girl. That’s my pretty-mouthed wonder. Suck my cock. Take it… ” His voice was harsh and raspy, and I knew he was on the verge of blowing his load.

Seconds later, he came in my mouth. I swallowed him down, fighting for air but not caring about that at all.

My cunt pulsed with excitement as Jared crawled down my body. This time, when he shoved his fingers into me, it was four. I felt so agonizingly stretched. And then his quickly flicking tongue came down on my clit, and I shivered, pleasure searing me like a flame.

Jared fucked me hard and fast with his fingers, and I knew I’d be sore later. But his tongue worked my clit so perfectly I didn’t care.

I thrashed like a crazy woman as I came, my pussy bursting with wetness from my orgasm.

Being forgetful has its benefits.