Chapter Three #2
“Cook you dinner...” Her gaze meets mine again. “Of course not. I’m going to claim every single inch of you until you acknowledge me as your master. Now lie on the bench.”
She pauses.
“Capri, the more you resist, the more unpleasant this will be for you.”
Like an obedient pup, she lies on the bench. “Face down,” I growl. She complies. Good girl.
I walk over to the wall, searching for the right toy.
I pick up a set of handcuffs and a rope.
This should work. I hold her hands, which were hanging on either side of the bench, and handcuff them together.
Her gaze follows my every movement, but she doesn’t utter a word.
I tie her feet together, too, then take a step back, looking at her ass cheeks and pink pussy spread wide in front of me.
A low growl fills the air, and it takes a few seconds for me to realize that it came from me.
I haven’t been this excited in a long while.
Sure, there have been a lot of girls over the years, but every single one of them was so eager to please me—ready to pounce on the perks of being associated with me.
But this one right here doesn’t even know who I am.
I spank her hard, and she yelps. The sight of my handprint on her ass sends a rush of dopamine through me. I spank her again, and she yelps, clenching her ass together.
“Good girl,” I groan. I walk over to the wall.
It contains everything I could ever need to compel her into submission—collars, leashes, multi-tailed whips, paddles, canes, belts, vibrators, dildos, and anal plugs .
.. so many items to choose from. I can see her gaze follow my movement through the mirror in front of her.
In the end, I decide to start gently. I pick the belt and go back to where I can get a good view of her pussy.
“Do you always do this to every girl you bring here?”
“No.”
“You’re lying.”
I whip her ass with the belt. She lets out another yelp, writhing on the bench. “You’re right. You’re not that special. Is that what you want to hear?”
Silence. I whip her again, and this time there’s a very thin line between her yelp and a moan. Her thighs clench tightly to the bench, shivering with intent. “Now beg me not to stop.”
“Please...”
“Please, what?”
“Don’t stop ... please.”
I drop the belt and pick up a whip, lashing her inner thighs with it.
“Please ... hit me harder,” she moans with a little more intent. “I want you to hit me harder.”
“That’s more like it.” I whip again and again as she begs for more—until I can see her pink pussy glisten with juices that drip all the way to the bench like drops of vanilla down her strawberry-red ass cheeks.
My cock becomes restless, pulsing in my jeans.
I wriggle out of my jeans and briefs, letting my cock loose.
I can see her through the mirror, eyes glued to my cock.
I wonder what’s running through her mind.
I shift my gaze back to her pussy. It’s ripe for the taking.
I dip one finger in, and the dirty moan that escapes her lips makes my cock twitch.
It’s like a leaf dancing to the howl of the wind, unable to stop at will.
I dip another finger in, pushing it in and out slowly.
She wriggles on the bench, slightly pushing her ass up and down.
I can tell that she wants me to go faster, but she’s not in charge.
I am. I slowly push my fingers farther down her cunt, while stroking my cock with my free hand.
Gradually, I fuck her harder with my fingers, then slide my thumb in her butthole. Her moans suddenly reach a new pitch. “You little slut,” I groan. “Do you like it?”
“Yes. Please don’t stop.”
“You don’t sound convincing.”
“Please, Master...” she gasps. “Don’t stop...”
“Good girl,” I grunt, finger fucking her faster. She buries her face into the soft leather of the bench, and her legs begin to vibrate awkwardly.
“I’m going to come,” she moans shamelessly.
I slow down my pace.
“Don’t stop, please. I want to come.”
“You sounded more convincing when you asked me to kill you.”
“Please... I want you to make me come.” Her breathing is now as unsteady as her hips and legs. “Please, Master...”
Her pussy clenches, so I slide out my hand. She pushes her ass up, pleading for me not to stop.
“Look at me.”
Silence, broken only by her erratic breathing and her skin sliding against leather.
“Look at me!” She slowly lifts her head, watching me through the mirror as I continue to stroke my cock.
I can see the hunger in her eyes—the silent pleas for me to slide into her and fuck her senseless.
I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick off her juices.
She tastes so damn good, I want to eat her up on the spot.
But I don’t, I continue to stroke myself and let her watch.
“Please. Fuck me.”
A small smile forms on my lips. “You still sound more convincing when begging for death.”
I stroke myself faster and faster, then tighten my eyes as I finally come with a grunt, spilling my cum on her ass. I see her lick her lips, as if envious that her ass got all the cum.
“You don’t get to come—not until you convince me that you want it more than you want death.”