Chapter 9 #2
“Do that again, and I will fuck your ass without lube,” I say, my tone even and conversational.
Her eyes widen and her lashes flutter. She swallows the words that leaped to her tongue. She does not want to cross me, not really. She thinks she came here to confront me and make a point, but what she really came here to do is be put in her place.
“You’ve been fucking with my life,” she accuses.
“Laura, if it were not for me you would be facing jail time for reckless assault. Your way of thanking me for sparing you that fate is apparently coming to assault me here. Interesting approach.”
Her face falls because now she’s hit me, which makes her think about the fact she might be abusive, and because she feels ungrateful.
This little thing is coming apart so beautifully right in front of me.
I savor the moment as it all comes crashing down inside her, how she skipped school and dropped a shift at work just to come and behave rather strangely at a professional conference.
She’s wondering what’s happening to her.
If she’s always been a bad person, or if, no, it’s my fault.
I’ve done this to her. She’s right on that count, but she won’t accuse me of it again in this moment because it sounds too narcissistic.
If she says that, it will seem like she’s not taking responsibility for herself.
Some men enjoy tying women up with ropes. This woman is tying herself up right in front of me without a word.
“You should go back to the airport and go back home,” I tell her. “You can still make classes in the morning if you do.”
She looks crestfallen. Not only has she not gotten the satisfaction of the public confrontation she imagined, seeing me shaken and having some come to Jesus moment, instead she is now questioning herself even more deeply.
So what will she do? Turn tail and skulk out of here?
Or will she try to have the fight she so deeply needs to have and get herself in real trouble?
The choice is an illusion of course. I won’t let her walk out of here.
Not now. I want those quivering lips wrapped around my cock as she kneels in front of me.
I want to fuck her in the most dominating ways, reveling in the power I have over her—a power that only grows the more she tries to resist. Comparisons to spiders and webs are often trite, but in this case, entirely accurate.
“You interfered with my family,” she says.
Oh, she’s decided to argue. Cute.
“I did?”
“The scholarship to a fucking military school, Samuel?”
I don’t like hearing her use my first name like that.
She’s never done it before. It has the tone of a shrew housewife berating a husband, and it pricks at my ego in a way that flares anger.
She’s done it by mistake, in a sense. I don’t think she wants to provoke me.
She wants me to hear her anger and sympathize with it, unaware that the anger is the point. The emotion is the entire meal for me.
I grip her by the chin, holding her firmly in place as I look down into her eyes. “When you speak to me, you address me as Doctor Rollins, or Sir,” I say.
She smirks. Infuriating little thing.
“I’m not calling you either of those things,” she declares rebelliously. “You don’t deserve a title.”
That was rude and bold. Rudeness will be punished. Boldness will be crushed.
I drag her to the bathroom while she protests.
She can yelp and whine all she wants. She can scream if she desires.
I choose hotels very carefully for their relative privacy.
This one has excellent soundproofing so guests are not bothered by activities taking place in other rooms. There could be dozens of coeds being punished in each of these suites and none of us would be the wiser. The thought makes my cock tingle.
Once in the bathroom, I smack her ass hard several times and while her mouth is open from the pained sounds she likes to make in protest, I take a sliver of soap from the sink and slip it onto her tongue, one hand at the back of her neck, controlling her head, the other two fingers on the soap to ensure she doesn’t accidentally swallow or choke on it.
I have to take good care of my rebellious little pet, even when she is being punished.
“Let’s discuss matters while this punishment takes effect,” I say, my tone still even and calm. There is no need to get loud with Laura. That would frighten her in a way that would shut her down, and I do not want her shut down.
“I offered your brother a place in the world that will suit him. I reviewed his file, Laura. He’s a little shit.
You think he’s bullied. But the documented incidents I saw indicated a pattern of incitement.
Rather like his older sister, he acts out until someone does something.
I’m doing something to you now, Laura. Are you going to learn? ”
There is a delicious look in her eyes of fear, loathing, rebellion—and a creeping respect that I know will turn to submission soon enough.
I pull the soap out of her mouth.
“Fuck you,” she says.
I put the soap back in, enjoying the way she splutters with rage.
My cock is rock fucking hard right now. This evening was supposed to be dedicated to catching up on some reading, but she has made it infinitely more enjoyable.
I drop a kiss on her forehead as I feel a surge of gratitude for her wild behavior that has put her well and truly at my mercy,
The kiss settles her. I feel some of the fight going out of her. I move the soap again.
“Before you speak,” I warn her. “You are going to be punished tonight one way or another. But what you say next determines how bad it is going to be.”
I feel her tremble in my grasp. Could be fear, but I think it is anticipation.
“Fuck you… Sir,” she says.
I have to keep myself from laughing with delight at the absolute gift she just gave me.
“Naughty girl,” I chide. “I was going to let you wash your mouth out before I fucked you, but now I think you can keep that soapy mouth.”
I strip her down and I put her in the shower. She squirms but she opens her mouth and rebelliously lets the water flow into it. I let her, knowing it won’t be enough to get the taste out entirely.
In the shower, I play with her adorable body, enjoying her curves.
She is very pretty, with a full ass and thick thighs, and nice breasts.
It’s never been a purely physical thing between Laura and me, but I’d be lying if I tried to pretend she’s not intensely bangable.
Nature designed this woman to be fucked and claimed.
Fortunately for nature, that’s precisely what I plan to do with her.
I make sure every inch of her is clean, even going so far as to soap my finger and gently push it into her ass. She complains, of course, but I press my hand over her mouth.
“Shhh,” I tell her. “You’ve been a bad girl. It’s time to prove you can be a good girl too.”
Her response is as muffled as it is irrelevant. When I am satisfied she is entirely clean, I rinse her thoroughly, then have her step out of the shower and dry her off. She makes little complaints from time to time, interspersed with pleas for mercy, but I ignore all of them.
“Bend over the bed, reach back, and hold your ass open for me,” I tell her, patting her ass firmly.
“Please don’t fuck my butt,” she whimpers, doing as she is told.
“I am absolutely going to fuck your ass,” I inform her.
She hesitates, but reaches back and holds her cheeks open for me, exposing that naughty little hole. I have been dreaming of punishing her this way for quite some time. I’m thrilled she’s given me such a good reason to do it.
“You came all this way to fight with me, didn’t you,” I purr. “But you never wanted to win. You come to me because you know I will help you lose.”
I put my hand on her lower back and she makes a little sound of surrender as I slide inside her. This is what she craved. My cock. My attention.
She’s tight. Very tight.
“Relax and breathe,” I tell her. “This might hurt, but it shouldn’t harm you unless you resist.”
The answering complaint is music to my ears. She grunts, she whines, and she wriggles her hips as the head of my cock sinks slowly into her rebellious rear, finding tight, hot flesh to conquer.
“Your pussy is going to have to stay empty,” I tell her. “You haven’t earned a pussy fucking tonight. Tonight, I breed your ass.”
I take my time with her for the first little bit, working her ass on my shaft until she starts to relax properly. Underneath it all, she really is a very good girl. I thrust slow and deep inside her, thoroughly enjoying her.
The sounds she makes at first are tight and desperate.
She’s writhing with need, but she’s also trying to pull away.
There is no escape for her when it comes to me.
There never has been. I pin her down and I make her take this ass-fucking.
Long and slow, I slide my cock deep inside her most humiliating hole, knowing that she wishes I would do almost anything else to her.
The magic of disciplinary anal is that it always hits a point where the bad little girl getting her ass fucked starts to enjoy it.
Her ass relaxes, her clit gets the benefit of friction against the bed, and there are all sorts of chemical transmitters rushing through her mind.
This is primal claiming, rough dominance.
She can certainly still taste the acrid soap in her mouth.
All her senses are being commanded. Her entire body is at my disposal.
I rut a little harder, gripping her hips and shafting inside her with hard rhythmic strokes designed to make her feel fucked, not made love to. Sometimes tenderness is misplaced. Sometimes I have to be rough to be kind.
Little by little, Laura starts to truly submit, both to my discipline and to her anal domination. As I smooth out my strokes and roll my hips to surge inside her with a more sensual movement, she begins to moan, and then to arch her back.
I spank her ass nice and hard, leaving a red handprint on her cheek. “Good girl,” I encourage her. “Show me how much you want your owner to fuck your ass.”
“I don’t want…” she tries to whimper, but she can’t finish the sentence, because she doesn’t really mean it.
She wants this. She wants all of it. She wants to be hunted down.
Day after day. She wants to know that her life is no longer her own.
She wants to be caught in bed at night. She wants to have her underwear pulled down, and a hard cock thrust up inside her.
She wants to be dominated and used at my disposal.
She craves all of these things, but admitting any of them would be so shameful she’d probably break immediately if she so much as tried to put voice to them.
I lean down over her, forearms on the bed next to her head and I pound her tight little asshole relentlessly. The sounds she makes are so satisfying, a series of gasps, grunts, and moans. She’s grinding her clit against the bed, trying to find some way to come.
I take pity on her, because I am fond of her, and I slide my hand beneath her hips, the tips of my fingers finding her soaked clit.
Her pussy is absolutely drenched with need, and the second I so much as tap her clitoris, I feel her shudder with a first orgasmic reaction that only grows as I rub and fuck her at the same time until finally I am filling her ass up with my cum and she is wailing for more and for mercy.
I pull out of her fucked ass and spank her hard, pinning her down on the bed and thrashing her hard with my palm a good three dozen times, until the skin of her ass is a deep red and she is crying while my cum drips out of her ravaged rear.
“Don’t ever try to make a spectacle of me again,” I warn her, standing over her as she lies on the bed, very much chastised, and absolutely adorable for it. I like the way she cries. She has a very soft, feminine way of shedding tears.
She needs my mercy now. Even though it is a cold, performative thing, she craves it after that punishment.
I can imagine how wound up she has been, getting on a flight, coming to Los Angeles, daring to question me in public, and then being dealt with in a rough and primal way.
She was begging for me to break her, and that is exactly what I did.
I scoop her up and snug her against my chest. “Do you understand, baby? When you mess with me, I will enjoy punishing you. So please, disobey me if you like. Defy me if you want. There are so many ways for me to use you.”
Laura hides her face in my chest, and I feel a swell of passion and protection. I want to hurt her. I want to make her sore, and sorry, and small. And then I want to comfort her, just as I am now, snuggling her tight as she whimpers and sniffles the effects of her punishment away.