6. Be a Good Girl
Chapter six
Be a Good Girl
Julian
You know when your feet fall asleep and those painful, annoying pins and needles distract you from everything you’re doing? That’s how I’ve been feeling all over for the last three weeks, since I first tasted my little bird. I need her so incessantly, she might as well be oxygen. My temper is almost out of control; a few times I’ve almost raised my voice at Kristin for minor mistakes, but thank heavens, because of Molly, this isn’t my first rodeo, and I can rein it in. I keep it all right under my skin, as horrible as that is. It doesn’t help that there’s been an increase in the number of patients because two out of the eight other clinics in town have shut down.
After a long Friday, I go for a five-mile run before showering and settling to stalk my little bird through the cameras. She arrives home safely but tired from work. She takes her daily verbal beating from her mother, showers, and falls asleep. I already hate her mother. My little bird's face is very expressive and although she doesn't cry, I can see how her mother drains her. Usually on Fridays, she goes clubbing with her friend, Mindy but not today. When I search the texts for the reason, it turns out Mindy is spending the night with her new boyfriend. Good. I hope that happens a lot more often.
By midnight, I can no longer stay away. Wearing all black, I drive to her house, sneak to the back, put on the ghost mask I bought after meeting her, and pick the lock. As soon as I open the door, her smell lures me deeper into the house.
Honey, I’m home. The joke makes me chuckle.
The only noise is that of the air conditioner. I grab the biggest butcher knife from the kitchen and walk up to the side of the bed where she lies on her side, facing away from me. Slowly, I pull the sheets, but she pulls them up again; this little protest, a sign of defiance, makes me smile.
You have bigger fish to fry, little bird. Don’t fight me on this.
“Astoria...” I whisper into her ear.
Her eyes flash open. I can see the terror fill her when she realizes that an intruder is waking her. She jumps like a cat, crawls to the window and starts sliding it open but stops as soon as I push the pointy end of the serrated knife into the back of her neck. Nothing alarming, just a speck of blood that draws a gasp out of her. “Get back on the bed, or you’ll find the tip of this knife coming out of your throat.” Using my real voice feels like a weight has been lifted from me, there's no need to put in so much effort.
Slowly, she turns to me. I see her studying the mask. Her reaction is delightful. As her face contorts to scream, I place the tip of the knife to her neck; the reminder ensures she shuts up.
“Nah-ah-ah. Shhh.” I place my forefinger over the lips of the mask to indicate I want silence. She swallows and breathes fast through her slightly open mouth. “If you’re a good girl, nothing bad will happen. Now, do as you’re told.”
Astoria walks the three steps, climbs back on the bed, and she hugs both her legs while her back leans against the headboard. My heart is pounding, and my dick, throbbing. This is it. This is when my little bird meets me–her keeper. This is when we set our boundaries and the rules of our relationship. The loss of her rebellion, her failed attempt to escape, establishes my dominance. She probably doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve won.
Her breathing rushes and becomes heavy. While avoiding eye contact, she tries to slide away from me. “Wh-what do you want?” she asks.
“I just want to watch you–”
“Why? I have no money. I’m basically a servant here. Please, just go away.”
“Astoria. I know you’re a smart girl. So, I’m only going to repeat this one time. I just want to see you. You understand?” I explain, almost whispering. She gawks at me. “Answer me, Astoria. Do you understand?” She flinches at my yelling, looking gorgeous.
“No. I don’t.”
I can’t help but smile. Most girls would agree in order to try to calm an intruder. Astoria is not as tame as I expected. Is the stereotype correct about Latinas? So far, it’s delicious. I slide the end of the knife from her neck to her breast and back again. She's heavily breathing with her eyebrows shaking and her chin angled up. A whimper leaves her as the knife draws a small drop of blood on her neck.
“Shh… it’s okay. I brought you a gift.”
Her eyes follow me as I walk around the bed then hold the gift bag in the air, offering it to her. She stares at it, then at me.“Open it.”Inside, she finds the short, white cotton babydoll nightgown I bought her. “Put it on.”
“What?”
“Stop making me repeat myself and put it on.” Sterner this time.
“Why?”
I stare at her without a word, tilt my head to the right, and wait for her to get the message. There’s only so much patience a man can have. I want to see her in something as pretty and pure as her. Gripping the knife tight, I offer her my other hand and help her get out of bed. “Do you need help taking off your clothes?”
“I–”
“Don’t have a choice, that’s right. So just put it on.”
She takes off her stupid t-shirt, allowing me the view of her ample, round breasts that I sucked on too many weeks ago. It takes the strength of a million gods to resist taking what’s mine. But I want to be different with Astoria than I was with Molly. I was young when I was with Molly, therefore more selfish, impatient, and impulsive. Now, I’m not only interested in the fucking of her body but even more in the fucking up of her na?ve, young mind.I bring my lips to her ear so she can feel my breath and hear my whisper. “You have no idea what it’s taking me to be a nice man to you, Astoria.”
She pulls the gown over her head and her tits look spectacular with the low neckline providing minimal support, and the tight high waist, making it look as if it were carrying them. Gathered like that, they look bigger, forming a deep cleavage.
“Take off your sweats and underwear, and let down your hair.”
She hesitates but obeys. Her hair carries big waves all the way below her waist. When I reach towards her, she pulls back and I stop my hand mid-air. She closes her eyes, wincing as her breath trembles. I gather her hair so it falls to the front over her right shoulder. When I step back to admire my her, she is a masterpiece. “You have beautiful hair, Astoria. Never cut it.”Her eyes hold mine in an intense gaze. “Tell me the truth. Are you wet?”
No answer.
“If you lie, I will have to check your little cunt with my fingers and I don’t respond well to liars. Answer me. Are you wet?”
Goosebumps appear on her chest, and her nipples stiffen. I click my tongue and lick my lips under the mask, unable to stop smiling.
“I-I think I may be.”
“Lie down. Don’t worry. I won’t touch you tonight.”
She looks like a wooden board staring up at me, tucked in, her arms straight down on either side on top of the sheets.
“Touch yourself.”
“Wh–”
“Do it, Astoria. Put your hands under the sheets.” I decide to walk her through it patiently.“Spread your legs, and then your pussy lips with your left hand. Dip your forefinger into your pretty hole and then touch your clit.” With the knife, I push the sheets down and the skirt of the nightgown up, then watch her. “Small circles, Astoria. That’s it.”A few seconds after, I whisper, “Faster,” into her ear.
Her breathing becomes heavy and eventually a small whimper escapes her.
“Good girl.” I see her pressing her lips together, trying to hide her pleasure. My dick twitches at the thought that she might be a screamer.“I want to hear you, baby. Doesn’t it feel good?”
“A… little.”Her voice is so low and timid compared to how she behaved in my office.
“Then let me hear you. I want to see and hear you come like the whore I know you are.”
She gifts me the sound of her panting. “I don’t come.”
I drag the tip of the knife down her arm, leaving it unscathed. “You will tonight, pretty bird. I promise. One way or another, you will. Now flick at that cute clit of yours hard and fast.”
She squirms and retracts from the knife so I lower the strap of the night gown with it, exposing her breast and caress the side of it with the knife, watching the goosebumps rise. After some time, I ask her, “Do you need some help?”
“No. I’m sorry. I’m too–”
“Don’t stop.”
Although I know she’s looking at me, I don’t stop dragging the knife around the base of her breast and staring at her skin. I like that her eyes are on me while she's playing with herself. Using the tip of the knife again, I tap at her inner thighs to make her open them wider for me. To expose my mouth, I tip the mask back, and lower my face so close to her pussy that I’m sure she can feel my breath.
“Please don’t. You promised you wouldn’t touch me,” she whines, the panic clear in her voice.
“Shhh...”Gently, I push her right hands away, then spit on her split open pussy and watch the liquid land and drag from her clit to her slit. I return her right hand so that she can restart and stay, watching her obey me.
“You’re doing so good, Astoria.”
Watching her spread my saliva all over herself has me dying inside; my balls are heavy, my dick is throbbing. I picture fucking and stabbing her until I have to sew pieces of her back together. It’s so difficult to resist re-enacting the fantasy, but I close my eyes for a few seconds and breathe it out.
She’s biting her lower lip, eyes closed. Slowly, she turns her face to the side. The pleasure rules her. Astoria looks gorgeous with her mouth partially open, breathing so heavily through it. Her hand moves in small circles, faster. I wonder what she’s fantasizing about. I want to give her more praise but don’t want to interrupt her now that it seems she’s enjoying it. Her hips buckle and she whimpers numerous times as her entire body trembles.“Oh,” she repeats in between moans and panting.
With her eyes closed, she misses when I stand, take off my pants and underwear and start jerking myself off but the sounds coming from my body break her spell. She opens her eyes, gasps, and the sight of my cock stops her from moving her fingers.“Put your four fingers inside your pussy.” Her eyes switch from my cock to the mask. “Do it!” I yell, startling her.
She obeys silently. Another moan escapes her. She’s so drenched I can hear her juices mixing with my saliva.I am lost in the sea of her breathing and her moans, her chest heaving so fast, my cock needing to be inside her.
“That’s it, baby. Keep doing it.”
Her moans increase in pitch, get louder and follow each other more closely. The expression on her face… she looks so helpless against the impending climax, almost asking me with her eyes to save her. Our panting, moans and groans feed off each other. Every time she whimpers I groan. Soon her whimpers are right on top of each other and every part of my body quickly tenses. My come bursts out of me onto her exposed breast then her cheek. I jerk my dick harder, wanting to spill more over her. She doesn't hide her disgust at all and turns away. I spurt the last of it onto her neck. Now it’s my heavy breathing that commands the room.
I realize that she finds my come so repellent that she has stopped touching herself. Thank goodness my dick is dead for the next few minutes, so that I can’t rape the living fuck out of her for turning away and disobeying me.I kneel next to the bed, still out of breath. “Let me taste you.”
“What?” I can’t help but laugh at the panic in her wide eyes.
“Put your fingers in my mouth,” I demand.
She looks relieved to discover I’m not going to go down on her. It’s so beautiful when I slightly lift the mask so her fingers can sneak under for me to taste. While sucking all four of them at once, and then one at a time, I don’t look away from her fascinated eyes. After, I take drops of my come onto my thumb from her face and force her to suck on it. Her face crinkles and her brow furrows at the taste. It’s good to know she finds it revolting. To accentuate who’s in control, I force her to lick it from my finger several times, paint her lips with it and blow on her mouth until it dries.“You haven’t come yet, Astoria. I don’t like that.”
“I told you. I’m not–I never have.”
“Let’s try something. Turn over.”
She hesitates, but doesn’t dare question me. With her face in the pillows and the rest of her front body flat on the mattress, I command, “Now do the same thing you were doing before, small, fast circles.”
I climb onto the bed in between her legs and watch her. A brief muffled scream escapes her when I part her butt cheeks.
“Don’t stop until I tell you to.” I spit into the valley and it trails from her butthole to her slit, then her clit. I don’t release her when it drenches her fingers. Her breathing grows heavier. I watch her asshole pucker tight then spasm with her pussy as her stroking hurries, growing more eager.
I witness her holes open and close again and again while her whole body quakes violently. Astoria pushes her face into the pillow to muffle her screams of violent pleasure. Her thighsrock into the mattress. She looks as if she were fucking someone. “Remember. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
She pulls from me, trying to run away from my hold or the the orgasm. “Please.”
“No. Keep doing it.”
She wails and can’t stop her body from jolting. “Oh my God, please!” She breaks down sobbing. “Please!” Her screams grow louder, her shaking more chaotic.
“Finger yourself. Put all four of your fingers inside you, Astoria.”
Her hand is drenched. A breath of relief leaves her at the penetration.
“Faster, Astoria. Come on.” I make sure to sound annoyed.
“I can’t a–anymore.”
“You feel that, pretty bird? That’s you coming with my spit in your pussy and me holding your ass.” I release her butt cheeks.
She’s panting and I can hardly hear the yes that she pronounces into the pillow. Astoria looks and sounds like a desperate whore. It’s everything I wanted. “Pl-please. I need to stop.”
She doesn’t realize it, but she’s moving her whole body to fuck her own hand. Watching her four fingers slide into her tight hole has me losing control. The way she’s moving her belly, her thighs, her legs, it’s all to feel her fingers deeper. I can tell she’s gonna come again, so I get off the bed and walk over to where her head lies.
“A little more, baby. Almost done. Keep fucking your hand like that.”
Astoria raises her face from the pillow, looks at me with rosy cheeks and licks her lips. I can’t take it anymore. I jerk my cock again. “Look at me!”
Like the good girl she is, she obeys me, staring at me or more accurately, at it . The anguish contorts her face. Her long moans become a humming noise. Suddenly, I grab her hair and push her face into her pillow until I can hardly hear her continuous muffled scream. She fights my hold.
“Fuck your hand. Harder!”
She tries to free her head from my grip, raising her ass, while she fucks herself again and again. My cock grows eager, waiting. Witnessing her defying her body to blindly obey me is everything. I’m asphyxiating her but she’s still stroking herself. I jerk my dick faster, feeling the inevitable nearing. Her body jolts violently, needing oxygen. And finally I hear it, the gush out of her pussy. Astoria has just squirted… for me. I see her hips swing like before, but more chaotically. It’s an amazing sight, a gift from her. The lack of oxygen is pushing her past her limit, her body ceases, then she stops moving and screaming.
I lift her head by her hair, turn it to face me and come into that wide open mouth, desperate for air. Tears trail down her face, and it takes a miracle for me not to climb the bed and fuck the rest of my come into her asshole. She grimaces, closes her mouth, and turns away trying to avoid it. I release her.Her wheezing is loud. She’s straining her neck, curving back as the orgasm rolls through her again.
The shock hasn't allowed her to process what just happened. She’s spent, trying to catch her breath. Her face is a mess, red, wet with come and tears, hair sticking to the wet cheeks. She looks lovely, like my pet. When I slide my finger down her spine, she screams and I laugh. Standing to the side, I wait for her to raise her face from the bed and look at me again. When she does, it’s monumental. It's all coming to her, how I almost killed her so that she would come and squirt. I mean, I wasn't going to kill her but I knew thinking it would speed her climax. New tears fill her eyes. The emotions overwhelm her and she sobs.
“Come here.” I push her head down but on the side this time, and slide the tip of my cock on her lips to paint them with my come again. Her nails dig into my skin, pushing my thigh but I don't give a fuck.
After, I push her shoulder, helping her turn so she can face away from me, then cover her with the sheets. That’s the last time I lift the bottom of my mask, exposing only my lips to plant a kiss right under her ear. Her body stiffens at the feel of my mouth. “Shh... You did good, pretty bird. If you ever need to be fucked, and I’m not around… now you know how to make yourself come. I only have one request; from now on, when you’re coming, say my name. Always say my name. Julian. Now, be a good girl and go to sleep.”
I’m proud of her for not crying anymore. It tells me she was just scared or overwhelmed by the orgasm.I lower the mask again. Astoria surprises me by lying flat on the bed and watching me get dressed in silence, expressionless. For a second, I think I see loneliness in her eyes, as if she didn't want me to leave, but that's not possible. Maybe she thought that was the end of it, but I don’t leave until she falls asleep.