Chapter 8: Punishment in the Bathroom

Kelly’s POV

Matthew's phone call made my insides a little uneasy, not sure why he was so angry.

I tried to calm my insides, but my heart continued to beat fast as I stood in the doorway of my apartment.

"What are you doing standing at the door, don't you recognize home?" The door was opened with force and Matthew stood in the doorway, his eyes gazing at me, he was wearing silk pajamas and water was beading in his hair and was falling down drop by drop.

He should have just gotten out of the shower, which is why he's dressed the way he is.

"I'm just going to get some clothes." I showed him the bag I was holding, "It was already packed when I got the call."

I told the truth, Matthew pursed his lips and didn't say anything, he turned sideways and leaned against the door, "Clean yourself up."

I froze in place, a little skeptical of what I was hearing myself and asked uncertainly, "What did you say?"

"Clean yourself up, I'm going to make love to you later, do you hear me?" Matthew repeated it again, word for word, with a smirk on his lips.

His words were blunt.

I could feel my face burning, how could he put this in such a grandiose way.

I was a little uncomfortable being laid bare like that.

With Matthew watching, I went into the bathroom.

Standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, observing my body, I felt ordinary in my own skin.

Matthew opens the door and enters the bathroom, I see Matthew in the mirror slowly removing his robe and throwing it on the floor.

He took a step forward and pressed his whole body against my back, his body heat was so high I could clearly feel the warmth he was bringing to me.

His lips kissed my earlobe, the tingling sensation made me shiver, I subconsciously wanted to step back, but I realized that I was already in his arms.

"Matthew, don't do that, I haven't showered yet." I tried to push Matthew away, but his lips kept sucking on my earlobe and then slowly moved down and started sucking on my collarbone.

To prevent me from going weak in my feet and falling down, Matthew pushed his knee against my ass while slowly rubbing his rock hard giant against the crack of my ass.

"Really, don't you want to? Honey, you're wet." Matthew's one hand caught me off guard and started stroking my other little mouth on my bottom.

"No, no, I'm not ......," I denied, shaking my head.

Matthew's head didn't leave and even inserted a finger into it, the feel of it making me tense up.

One finger, two fingers, and when he tried to stick a third in, he found it exceptionally difficult.

"How come it's still so tight after all those times." I reached out to stop Matthew's movements and he stopped his hand and started to turn it into a slow in and out.

He was starting to torture me, the slow pace was killing me and not getting an orgasm was starting to make me unsatisfied with the speed he was getting and I prayed for him to hurry up.

He looked up and kissed my lips, his tongue swirling in and out of my mouth, "Say do you like fingers or this stick?"

With that he pulled his hand out and replaced it with his middle finger and inserted it.

He lifted his hips and started rubbing his hard stick faster against the little mouth underneath me, the tip of the stick would go in a little bit on purpose but he wouldn't go all the way in and quickly pulled away.

I began to gasp for air, I felt my breathing become rapid and I let out a guttural moan.

I open my eyes and Matthew lock eyes in the mirror and I find him looking at me with a bad smile, "Answer my question."

I stubbornly twisted my head away from him, "Just hurry up ...... I'm so hard."

I try to avoid his question by pouting at him.

Matthew stops all his movements and kneads my breast with his other hand, the pain spreading throughout my body.

"Your boobs are perfect, even though you're skinny and still have meat on your bones with your shirt off."

Satisfied, he continued to apply more force and I sucked in a cold breath, wondering why his attitude had changed so quickly.

As I looked at him again with a puzzled look on my face, he pressed me hard against the mirror, the temperature of the glass irritating my hot skin while he drew out his fingers and thrust his hard stick heavily into me.

My face and the mirror kept rubbing against each other, but I couldn't feel the pain because Matthew kept slamming into me from behind, my entire senses drawn to Matthew.

"Matthew, slow down ...... too fast, ah ...... too slow, I want to come, give me an orgasm, ah ...... "

The bathroom was filled with my moans but Matthew was silent, he only let out a low growl in my ear at the moment of final release, then I felt a rush of heat enter my body.

I slumped helplessly in front of the mirror, my hands propped up on it, my eyes closed, gasping for breath.

Matthew left my body no later after his release, "What did you go out and do today?"

Matthew asked me as he absently opened his mouth, his voice was low with the pleasure that only comes from satisfying your sexual desires. His hands wandered down my back, the tingling sensation bringing me completely to my senses.

"I paid off my debt and came back later for a cup of coffee at the café."

I tried to turn around and come face to face with Matthew, but Matthew pressed down on my back to keep me from moving.

"You misbehaved and didn't tell the truth. I didn't realize you had learned to lie ......"

Not satisfied with my explanation, Matthew's hand that was straying on my back went to my chest and both hands started kneading my boobs at the same time, "All the other dancers have small boobs, why are yours so big, they're not augmented, are they? Tell me, if I push harder, will I pinch and burst ......"

"No, it's not, it's true, I don't have breast implants and I can't afford them. I'm just developmentally delayed. Besides, I don't have big boobs or I wouldn't look good dancing."

It's true, dancers with too big boobs will constantly jiggle when they dance and it affects their performance.

So ever since I started learning to dance, I've kept my weight under control and have been keeping it up pretty well.

But when I got into the theater my boobs started to develop, though not as dramatically.

Matthew pinched my nipples and pinched them on his fingers rubbing them back and forth.

"Mmmm ...... ah ...... gently ah, it hurts, it's going to break."

As I gasped and opened my mouth, his tongue took the opportunity to enter my mouth and kept sucking on my tongue, I felt my tongue go numb.

The more I protested, the more excited Matthew became, and it was obvious that the rod inside me was getting hard again ......