I lost track of how many times I came and I am actually terrified of touching my clit every again when he removes the attachments. He unties me and I pull out the thing in my ass. It is the handle of one of my wooden kitchen spoons. I guess I won’t use that one again. I take a fast shower, since Lucas is a little late. I don’t want to tell him, though, because I don’t know what my punishment will be and I need to get to work. When I am dressed, I go to him on the bed. He looks tired and I am pretty sure there are bruises forming, but they’re still too fresh to tell. “What happened to you?” I ask. “I told you. No questions,” he says. “I left some money on the table. Get yourself some clothes today. But I want you home by five. I need to leave at seven and my cock needs to be buried in you.” “I promise,” I say. “Any requests for clothing?” “Anything easy to rip off,”
