She lay in the centre of the bed, completely naked, her legs spread and her pussy soaked. I caught the scent of her arousal and felt my cock twitch in response. She ran her hand down her stomach and eagerly pushed her hips forward, desperate for contact but not daring to touch herself. I leaned over her and my hands found their familiar positions, my right brushing up through her hair and my left resting gently around her throat.
I held her like this for just a few seconds, enjoying the anticipation in her eyes. I reached down and grabbed my cock, pressing it against her wet pussy. Normally I made her beg for this, but I didn’t have time to wait. Every time we did this I wanted her more. I pushed into her hard, quickly filling her inrecdibly tight pussy with half of my shaft.
“Yesss…” she groaned out in pleasure.
I had to struggle not to join her with a moan of my own. As I slowly filled her she started demonstrating the results of her “exercises”, the muscles of her hot pussy gripping and squeezing along my cock. I sighed with pleasure and slowly fucked her, my hips finding a comfortable rhythm.
She let out a small moan each time I filled her, and I found myself wanting to move faster just to hear it. I revelled in the mixture of pleasure and pain she expressed as I twisted her hair in my hand. I loved seeing her like this, so different from her normal self. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip hard. I could tell she was already close to orgasm, after only a few minutes.
I wanted to see her cum, but I wanted to tease her even more. I increased my speed and her whole body tensed, desperately seeking the approaching release. She let out a loud moan, and I knew she was right on the edge. I slowly slid out of her, letting my cock fall against her stomach. I leaned forward and pressed it between us.
“No, don’t stop! Please, please don’t stop…” she whined, pushing upwards with her hips.
I pulled her hair and tightened my grip around her throat, silencing her.
“You were going to cum, weren’t you?” I asked, struggling to keep my breathing steady.
She nodded against my grip, eyes softening.
“What do you need…before you can cum?” I asked.
She hesitated before finding the answer.
“Permission.” she replied quickly, her voice soft and fearful.
“Permission from who?”
“From…from you.”
I pulled my hips back and let my cock rest against her pussy. She moaned and pushed her hips forward again, trying to get some friction. I smiled at her desperation.
“Why do you need my permission?” I asked lightly, as if confused.
With my other hand I gently tapped the head of my cock against her soaking wet pussy lips. Her whole body jumped in response, and she moaned again.
“Because…because you own me.” she almost whispered, looking away from me in shame.
I pulled her hair harder, trying to guide her eyes back to mine.
“What was that?” I asked.
She stared into my eyes, utterly vulnerable.
“You own me.” she said again.
I smiled and slowly slid my cock into her tight tunnel, not stopping until I bottomed out. She gasped and pushed her hips against me, squirming with pleasure. Every instinct screamed at me to keep moving, to take my pleasure from her body, but I had to control myself.
“Jessica, do you want to cum?” I asked.
“Please…” she gasped, “Please make me cum.”
“Please what, Jessica?”
“Please…” she moaned, looking away.
I lightly slapped her face to get her attention.
“Please what?” I asked again.
She looked up at me, eyes so wide and threatening tears, but didn’t speak.
“What’s wrong Jessica? You seemed to enjoy calling me it last week. You know what you have to say.” I said softly. I kissed her once on the cheek, letting my lips linger for a second.
She bit her lip hard and closed her eyes again.
“Please…Sir.” she whispered.
“Louder.” I said.
“Please, Sir!” she panted.
I quickly pulled my hips back, then slowly forward as I fucked her once with my entire length. She let out a frustrated wail when I stopped and leaned closer, putting my lips to her ear.
“Please, Sir…what?” I growled.
I knew by now how her mind worked with things like this. Once she’d submitted, it seemed she would say almost anything I prompted her too, but when we started again it was more difficult to convince her to repeat it. I could see it all in her face. Her stubbornness, and her shame. She was torn between the pleasure she got from submission, and her pride telling her she shouldn’t.
But as always, the pleasure won out. I smiled as I saw the resignation in her expression. This is what made this whole thing work, I thought. This is why I was able to make her mine. The depth of her submission and her capacity for pleasure meant that I’d always be able to make her submit if I dominated her properly.
“Please can I cum…Sir?” she begged, “Please make me cum, Sir. Please make…make your slut cum with your big cock.”
Just at her words I felt hot pleasure rolling through my body, causing my cock to twitch inside her. I took her bottom lip between my teeth and bit down hard as I slid out of her. I kissed her deeply and gripped her throat tight as I thrust back in. She moaned her pleasure into my mouth as I pounded her in a frantic rhythm, my hips slamming into hers as I filled her dripping pussy.
Her moans grew frantic as she tried to hold back the pleasure. I broke the kiss and put my lips to her ear.
“Cum for me, slut.” I hissed.
Immediately I felt her body stiffen beneath me as her orgasm began. She screamed into my ear as her body shook uncontrollably. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gripped tight as I continued my assault, not slowing down for a second despite how fiercely her pussy was gripping my cock.
“Oh God!” she wailed, “Oh God! Sir!”
She started to move against me, matching my rhythm with her own. At first she twisted her hips which created an amazing circular pressure, but as another orgasm approached she threw her head back and began mindlessly pumping against me, eager to increase her pleasure. She stared into my eyes as she came again, and I heard myself grunt with lust. She looked so incredible when she came, her beautiful, refined features twisted into pure pleasure. I felt my self-control slipping as my lust for her overwhelmed me, and I knew there would be no more stopping or teasing until I got myself off.
I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation of taking her. The softness and heat of her body, her shaking voice as the pleasure of her orgasm dragged on, her fingernails scratching lightly against my back. Her pussy was so wet that I could feel the liquid sliding down the base of my cock and coating my balls.
Again, I kept thrusting and thrusting until my lungs began to burn and my hips felt weak. I knew I could hold my pleasure back for longer, but I’d already exhausted my body. I kept going for as long as I could before my pace started to falter. I gritted my teeth and tightened my grip. She seemed to sense my determination to finish, and she wrapped her legs around my hips as I sank myself into her and joined in with her third orgasm, the strength of my own forcing the breath from me.
I kept thrusting as I came, slowing until I slid out of her. She whimpered as my softening cock left her. Her legs were still shaking and her eyes were closed, and I could tell by the way her hips were lightly thrusting that the pleasure of her orgasm hadn’t yet left her. I leaned in and touched my lips to hers, and immediately she opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into mine. We kissed slowly, our tongues moving together in an easy rhythm.
I pulled away and rolled to the side, focusing on getting my breath back. She rolled over on to me and wrapped her arms around me.
I was so tired suddenly, and lying with her was so relaxing. Her body lost all tension, and her heavy breathing tickled my chest.
“Am I good?” she whispered in my ear.
“What?” I asked.
“Am I a…a good girl?” she asked.
I smiled. I loved how deeply it all affected her. I hadn’t even done much to her tonight, besides teasing her, but she could still ask a question as humiliating as this and really mean it.
I kissed the top of her head.
“You were a good girl for me tonight.” I said.
She smiled and then laughed gently, embarrassed.
“Good.” she said.
The energy was leaving my body, and I felt my eyelids begin to close. I didn’t want her sleeping here again. Not tonight, anyway.
“Time to go, sweetheart.” I said quietly.
I felt a flash of anger at myself for letting that word slip out again. “Sweetheart”. It sounded far too intimate, despite how natural it felt.
“Can’t I stay?” Jessica asked.
I looked at her, preparing to maintain the distance between us. She just looked to desperate, so full of fear and hope. I smirked, eager to see the pain in her eyes when I told her to leave but suddenly a memory came to me, the same that had haunted me all week.
The morning after I lost my temper with her. Her naked, kneeling, completely open before me and saying,
“I couldn’t stop crying.”
She hadn’t held a trace of blame or anger against me. Just guilt and a forced laugh at her own weakness.
I sighed.
I wanted to hurt her, but that just felt wrong on a level I didn’t understand. Again I was forced to think about my confusing feelings for her. I wanted to hurt her, to see her in pain. But I wanted to hold her, too. To comfort her.
Whatever I felt, I knew I didn’t want a repeat of last week.
“Just for a while.” I said.
The sudden relief and joy on her face was incredible.
“Thanks.” she said.
She lightly kissed my cheek a few times before resting her head on my shoulder and nuzzling against me.
“Don’t fall asleep.” I said.
I felt her nod, and then yawn widely. She let out a contented little moan and relaxed against me. For a while we were just quiet together. She tangled her fingers loosely in the hair on the back of my head and stroked it gently.
“Uh…Sir?” she asked quietly, breaking the silence.
I really loved it when she used it as a name.
“Yeah?” I said.
“Can I…can we talk?” she asked reproachfully.
“About what?”
She sighed and wriggled around, getting more comfortable on top of me.
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