Chapter 6 - Mike
Almost as soon as we walk through the door, she turns around and I see how upset she looks. She’s about to launch into an apology or an explanation and before she can, I interrupt. There will be time for that later, but she needs something else right now.
“Down on the left is the bedroom. Go get comfy. I’ll be there in a minute.”
She gives me a confused look. “What?”
I put my hand on her shoulder and give it a squeeze. “What happened earlier? Forget that for now. The one thing you need to remember is that today you’re my freeuse slut. All you need to think about is getting me off.”
Her expression changes from confusion to happiness as I continue. “So, like I said, down on the left is the bedroom. I want you to go in there, strip, and get into bed. I’ll be along in a few minutes and you had better be ready for me, because I still plan on having my day of freeuse.”
She stretches up onto her tiptoes, and when I bend forward, she kisses me on the nose. “Okay.”
She starts to turn, but I grab her hand. “No—it’s ‘okay, Sir.’ For the rest of today, you’ll call me Sir.”
Her eyes go wide and her face flushes a little. “Yes, Sir.”
I watch her walking off and smile at her curiosity as she checks out pictures on the wall and glances through doorways. She must be wondering who the woman is in the photographs. I haven’t told her about my wife yet.
She’s moving slowly, so I give her a stern, “NOW.”
She jumps at my voice, but I also hear her giggle as she scampers off to the bedroom. Her ass looks so good in those jeans that I want to go after her and rip them off her.
But I give her a little time to settle in and head into the kitchen.
I grab some snacks and a couple of bottles of water.
We are going to need them, as I don’t plan on leaving the bedroom for a good few hours.
Willow needs her mind taken off things with her parents and mindless sex seems to be the best way.
I’m getting the feeling that she doesn’t have much of a support network.
Most people can go to their family when they have problems, but what do you do when the family is part of the problem?
I know that I’m not her boyfriend or anything, but I feel some responsibility to look after her.
After all, me being there was what set things off.
Walking to the bedroom, I think how weird this is for both of us.
For her, she’s in the house of a guy she has slept with twice.
Really, we don’t know each other that well, but here she is pretty much under my control.
And for me, this is the first time that I’ve had someone stay over who wasn’t just a quick fuck before I sent them home.
As I open the bedroom door, I take in the sight of Willow on the bed.
She’s naked and on all fours, with an eager look on her face. “Your bedroom’s not like how I imagined it, Sir.”
I put the snacks and drinks on the nightstand, then sit on the edge of the bed, caressing her ass.
“How so?”
“I think I imagined it with more whips and handcuffs. Maybe a mirror on the ceiling.”
Moving forward, I growl in her ear. “You haven’t earned the whips and handcuffs yet. Give it time.”
I walk over to the dresser and take a condom out of the drawer. Then I come back and stand in front of her.
“Undo my jeans.”
She’s so excited that she fumbles with the zipper and it takes much longer than it should, but eventually she pulls them down and I step out of them.
“Now my boxers.”
She looks up at me. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
She tugs at them and almost yelps in surprise when my cock springs up and nearly hits her face.
“Do you know how to put on a condom?” I ask as I unwrap it.
She looks at me and frowns like it’s a stupid question. “Of course, Sir.”
“With your mouth?”
Her eyes go wide and I place the condom against her lips, then put the tip of my cock against it.
“Put the condom on with your mouth.”
She slowly dips her head, taking me between her lips. The condom rolls along until it reaches the base of my shaft and I am fully in her mouth.
“Now, here is what’s going to happen. I am going to fuck your throat nice and slow.
With every thrust, you’re going to get more and more spacey until all you can think of is how good it is to be an obedient fucktoy.
And when I have finished using your mouth, I am going to fuck your pussy. Understand?”
She nods her head—at least, as much as she can with my cock so deep.
“I haven’t decided if I’m going to let you come yet, but that’s not important. What’s important is you don’t need to think. You don’t need to worry. All you need to be is a good slut and make Sir happy.”
I rest my hand on the side of her face, gently stroking it, and then slow fuck her mouth.
It doesn’t take long for her to start moaning and she gets into a steady rhythm. I keep the pace nice and easy for the moment. I don’t want to come for a while yet.
She really is a great cock sucker, and her moans vibrate against me, making me throb. At some point, I need to just have a day of using her mouth.
Wait, ‘at some point?’
I seem to think that this is going to be happening again. Is this going to be a regular occurrence? I hadn’t realized that I already thought of this as an ongoing thing until the thought was in my mind.
Sliding my cock from her mouth, I lift her head up and smile at her. “How do you feel?”
“Mmm, I love being a fucktoy, Sir. You can use me whenever you want.”
I put my hand back on her head and fill her throat again. “You can touch yourself, but no coming.”
I’ve hardly finished speaking and she already has her hand between her legs. The moans and vibrations intensify.
“Mmmm. Good slut.”
My movements get faster and she takes every inch, her nose brushing against my stomach with each thrust. Her hand moves so fast it’s a blur and I can tell by the sounds she’s making that she’s close to coming.
“Hand away,” I order, and her moan of pleasure turns into a moan of complaint, bringing a smile to my face.
I pull out of her mouth and force her back onto the bed, climbing on top of her and pinning her down. “Who owns you?”
“You do, Sir.”
The tip of my cock is brushing against her pussy and it would be so easy just to thrust forward and slide into her. “Say it.”
“You own me. You own this slut’s body. My mouth, my pussy. Every part of me is yours to use however you want.”
“Yes. Yes, it is.”
I push my cock into her and her pussy grips around me like it’s trying to stop me from leaving. Her hips buck, and I can’t stop myself from sliding into her fully.
“Please, Sir. Please, can I come? Please?”
She’s panting, and I can see the sweat covering her chest.
“I’ll make you a deal. If you can manage not to come before me, I’ll let you.” I whisper in her ear. “But if I feel you start to come, I’m going to pull out and you won’t be allowed to come at all. Understand?”
“Yes. Yes Sir.”
Her hands wrap around the bars of the headboard and she stares up at me. “Thank you, Sir.”
With a smile, I move inside her, building up the speed. I can see how desperate she is, and it only makes me want to push her even more.
She moans, “I’m so close, Sir. Please, I’m trying.”
The bed shakes as our bodies slam together and the sound echoes around the room.
“Sir. Oh no, I don’t know if I can stop.”
I have no idea if she will last, but right now I’m so close to coming.
“Keep going, slut. Just a little more. Keep going.”
And then, with a pulse, I explode, groaning, “Come for me, slut.”
Our bodies lock together, frozen for a few seconds. She screams so loud it hurts my ears as her orgasm rips through her. Her entire body shakes and her pussy clenches around me.
“Oh god. Oh god,” she cries out as she writhes under me.
It’s hard to tell how long it goes on, but when her orgasm finally ends, we’re both gasping for breath. I fall back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Jesus, Sir.”
I can feel her looking at me, and I turn my head towards her.
She has a look of complete adoration on her face. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Everything.” She cuddles up next to me and rests her head on my chest. “I think I need to sleep. I’m exhausted.”
I give her a kiss on her forehead and wrap her up in a hug. It feels good to have her snuggled against my chest and to have someone looking up at me the way she is.
“What are we doing later?” she asks.
“More of this.”
She closes her eyes and I feel her body relax. “Perfect,” she says, then drifts off to sleep.
We wake up in the evening and shower again, and then fuck some more. Neither of us tries to get the other off. We’re just enjoying the intimacy and prolonging the pleasure.
When we come up for air, I put out some of my clothes for her. A pair of shorts and an old t-shirt that are far too big for her.
I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, admiring how incredibly cute she looks when she says, “We’re out of snacks, Sir. Do you want me to make us dinner?”
I pull her over to me and kiss her stomach while rubbing her ass. I’ve noticed whenever I touch her butt, it makes her giggle, and I’m coming to adore that sound.
“Maybe I’ll just eat you.”
She laughs and spins around, wiggling her ass in my face. “I thought maybe Sir was going to fuck me in the ass this morning after the shower. It seemed like you might want to.”
Stepping up behind her, I slip my hands under the t-shirt and squeeze her breasts, growling in her ear as she presses against me.
I have her full attention. “I’m not going to ask for that. You’re my freeuse slut, but that’s off the table.”
She turns around and looks at me, confused and maybe a little sad. “But why?”
“Because at some point, you’re going to offer it to me. I won’t have to ask.” I kiss her nose. “When you trust me and it feels right, you’re going to let me be the first person to fuck your ass.”
Her eyes widen, and I give her a moment to process what I said. She reacts in a way that I don’t expect. She jumps up, wrapping her legs and arms around me, and I slide my hands under her ass to hold her up.
“Okay. Now, where’s your kitchen? Can you carry me to it? Or are you too old to do that?”
I growl and show her exactly how easily I can carry her to the kitchen.
After dinner, we end up watching a movie. It turns out that she’s never seen Bringing Up Baby. We cuddle on the couch while I tell her of my love of classic films. Apparently, she has always wanted to see it but her boyfriend didn’t like black and white movies, so she’s excited to get the chance.
Her head rests on my lap, and without thinking about it, I stroke her hair. It feels natural for her to be here, not out of place or awkward like I imagined it could be.
About halfway through the film, she looks up at me and I get the sense she’s worried about something.
“Sir?”
“Yeah?”
She fidgets a little and rests her hand on my lap. “I know you’re in charge, and I have to do whatever you want…”
“Yeah, that’s right.” I place her hand against my growing hardness under my jeans.
“It’s just, um. Can I suck your cock while we watch this? I want you in my mouth.”
I open my jeans, taking out my cock. Without speaking, she lowers her head and takes me in her mouth.
Resting back against the sofa, I let my eyes drift shut. The movie in the background, the warmth of our bodies together, and her lips sliding up and down my shaft. It’s perfect.
It makes me think of something. “Willow?”
Her lips make a popping noise as she lifts her head. “Yes, Sir?”
“Have you ever 69ed with anyone?”
She blushes. “Oh. No.”
I pull her head up and kiss her deeply, growling with need as I remove her t-shirt. Within seconds, I am under her and she is lowering her pussy onto my face, then sucking my cock into her mouth.
Soon, the movie is completely forgotten.