I push the pin in a bit farther, letting her take a few inches and rock it in and out of her mouth. “Get it hot, kitten. Suck it like it’s my cock.” With my left hand I cup her pussy and reward her by pinching her clit and rolling it between my fingers.
Her brows pinch, and she moans the softest I’ve ever heard while taking a little more of the pin deeper into her mouth. “Do you remember how you took me?” I ask her.
She tries to push more of the pin in, but I stop her. The head of the pin is blunt and it’ll hurt her throat. I don’t want that. “No more.” I stop her, pulling it back and releasing her clit to grab her throat. The lust vanishes from her eyes, realizing she’s done something wrong. “You only get a few inches. Don’t be greedy,” I add playfully to lessen her anxiety.
She closes her eyes again, but I’m done preparing her. “Lie down on the floor.” I kick her clothes to the side as she crouches down and quickly lies against the tiled floor. Goosebumps flow down her skin. I imagine she’s cold, but I’ll have her hot and bothered in no time.
“Get wet for me,” I tell her as I crouch down and rub her clit and then trail my fingers down the length of her pussy. I feel her lips and the hot entrance to her cunt. Petting her gently as my dick starts leaking precum. My fingers move slowly and I watch her as she tries to stay still on the floor. Resisting the natural desire to move.
“I don’t want you still or silent.” My voice comes out sharp, but I soften it.
“Never hide from me.” As her eyes meet mine and she parts her lips, her tongue licking along the lower one, to tell me “Yes, Master,” I shove two of my fingers into her and curve my fingers upward, stroking the rough wall of her G-spot. Her back bows, and her mouth opens with a gasp. Her fingers are clawing at the smooth tiled floor as though she can grip it. “I want to watch you squirm under my touch.”
It doesn’t take long until she’s soaking wet. Her pussy lips are glistening, and soft moans pouring from her lips without effort.
I stand up, breathing heavily and shoving my pants down so I can get my cock out. The fucking zipper was pressed against it. I stroke it a few times with the hand that’s coated in her arousal. But I need to wait. While I’m standing I grab the French rolling pin. It’s smooth and long. I don’t have any intention of using more than a few inches of the smooth pin on her, but it’ll be enough to overwhelm her. And hopefully throw her off.
I want her to realize her expectations are wrong.
“Grab your knees and pull them up as high up as you can.”
She instantly obeys, showing me all of her.
I slip the pin into her pussy while spreading some of her arousal down to her ass. Her mouth opens with the sharp sound of her sucking in a breath. Her puckered hole clenches around the tip of my finger.
I pull the pin out and watch as her tight pussy closes. I tease her entrance, pushing the pin in slightly, and then pulling it out.
She whimpers, soft and sweet and desperate for more.
I take more of her arousal and rub it over her ass and then pull my hand back and quickly smack her. She jumps as my palm stings her lush flesh.
I don’t wait for her to settle, instead I push the pin back in and pump it inside of her, angling it to rub against her front wall.
Her head lolls to the side as she moans. With her juices coating my middle finger, I push against her puckered hole and she instantly pushes back, granting me entry easily. I pump in and out a few times and her soft moans turn to louder groans. Her head thrashes, and a sheen of sweat forms across her gorgeous sun-kissed skin. I only wish I had another hand to pluck at her nipples.
Instead, she’ll have to obey.
“Play with your tits, kitten.”
She breathes heavily as she quickly lets go of her one knee and pinches her nipples, pulling them away from her and arching her back. Fuck! I pull my finger from her ass and the pin from her pussy. It’s soaked with her arousal. I tease her asshole as my thumb brushes her clit.
“Cum!” I yell at her as her back bows harder and she grips her breast with a force that leaves a red mark behind. She instantly obeys my command, cum spilling from her pussy and leaking down her thigh. The second the first wave passes and her tight body relaxes, I push the pin up her ass.
Her mouth opens, forming the perfect “O” as I quickly pump it in and out, prolonging her orgasm.
With my right hand still pumping the pin in her ass, I line my dick up to her pussy with my body angled and my hand bracing me on the floor and I plunge deep inside of her. Filling her.
Fuck. She feels so good. Every time it’s like this. I knew she was made for me. I knew she’d feel like this.
I don’t give her time to get used to my girth; instead I thrust my hips in and out, at first in time with the pin in her ass, filling both her holes at once and then leaving her nearly empty. Then I tease her a bit by fucking her with one after the other.
Her thighs shake as she lies on the floor, taking more and more as I fuck her mercilessly.
“May I cum?” she screams. “Please-”
“Cum!”
Her body shakes and trembles as she screams out her release. Her head is thrown back on the floor and her hair a mess, fanned around her as her head thrashes. She looks utterly gorgeous.
I lean forward for more leverage as she cries out, her pleasure sounding strangled as I pump the rolling pin into her ass in time with my cock in her hot, tight cunt.
I groan in the crook of her neck then graze my teeth along her jaw, shoving my dick as far and hard as I can inside her while quickly picking up the pace with my right hand.
Her pussy is so fucking tight, dripping wet.
I lay my body on top of her, letting go of the pin and leaving a few inches in her ass. “Cum with me,” I breathe, thrusting my hips faster and faster, fueled by the smacking of the rolling pin hitting the tile with each hard pump. Smack, smack, smack. Louder and louder as I lose control and rut between her legs, racing for my release.
My body heats, and Katia cries out her pleasure. Her hot body is trembling and her nails are digging into my sides.
My balls draw up, a tingling sensation at the base of my spine shooting through my body all at once. A blinding pleasure paralyzes me as I throw my head back and cum violently, harder than I’ve ever cum before, hot wave after wave filling Katia’s tight pussy.
I pump my hips a few times, drawing out both of our orgasms.
It takes a moment for me to catch my breath. I slowly lift my body off of hers and pull out, taking the rolling pin still in her ass out with me. She still has one hand wrapped around her knee, and I tap her hand to let her know she can let go.
She lets it fall to the floor limp as she stares at me, her breathing erratic and her chest heaving.
I run my fingers along her asshole and then her pussy. Looking for any signs that she’s hurt in the least.
“How do you feel, Katia?” I ask her.
“Good. So good.”
“Just good?” I ask to toy with her, raising a brow.
“I feel wonderful, Master. Thank you.”
A smile plays at my lips. “Good girl, kitten.” I kiss her hair as her body shudders with a lingering wave of her release as my still-hard dick brushes against her clit. “Now clean yourself up while I make dinner.”
Chapter 18
Katia
I let out a sigh, my thighs still being rocked by occasional tremors, my limbs weak as I kneel on the dining room floor, still naked. I’m exhausted, but content. The way Isaac fucked me so thoroughly, and with that rolling pin… gave me pleasure that defied belief. My cheeks blaze with a blush and another shudder runs through my body, my nipples pebbling. Even now, I’m still being jolted by aftershocks that are rapidly fading, leaving me wanting more. Needing more.
I let out as a soft sigh as I feel wetness around my ankle where my ass is sitting. I’m not sure if it’s my arousal or his cum, but I don’t care.
The sounds of clinking glass break me out of my rev
erie, while the faint smells of the stuffed peppers and spices still fills the air.
I’m so full. But I want more. I feel like a glutton for sex and food.
Isaac is setting a dish for dessert down on the dining room table, some sort of fruit concoction.
I sat at the chair to my right for dinner. Eating as politely as I could and careful to mimic the way he gently set the fork on the side of his plate. It was odd to be sitting at the table.
I’m not anymore. For dessert he wanted me here. Beside his chair and on my knees.
How fucked is it that I prefer it this way?
He watches me, the corner of his full lips pulled up into a slight grin as he lowers himself into the carved walnut chair at the head of the table. “Are you hungry for dessert, kitten?” he asks.
Not trusting myself to speak, I nod softly.
I watch as he takes a silver fork and spears a slice of strawberry along with a raspberry, drizzled in some sort of thickened sugary cream.
“Open,” he commands, bringing the fork to my lips. Immediately, I part my lips and take the fruit into my mouth. Mmm. I close my eyes with pleasure as my taste buds are assaulted by a rich, sweet flavor. It’s absolutely delicious.
Isaac is watching me intently, enjoying the delight his dish has brought me. “Do you like that, kitten?”
A soft moan escapes my lips as I swallow the last of the fruit, and I nod my head. “Yes, Master.”
“Good.” Isaac drops the fork on the table and swipes his finger on the edge of the bowl, covering them with the cream spread. He brings his fingers to my lips. “Suck,” he orders.
Eagerly, I wrap my mouth around his fingers, sucking them as if they’re his cock.
“Look at me,” Isaac orders.
My eyes dart to his while I continue to massage my tongue along the length of his middle finger holding his beautiful green eyes with mine, savoring the sweetness of the taste.
“Fuck,” Isaac groans, and I watch as he palms his cock in his pants.
Fire burns in my core and I’m filled with anticipation, hoping he’ll take me again and give me even more pleasure, if that’s somehow possible. I suck every last drop of cream from his fingers, making sure to hold his gaze, and pull away when I’m done with an audible pop.
I wait for his next command, my chest heaving with desire, wanting badly to be used by him.
He lets me lick the servings off his fingers, and I find myself wanting it so much that I grab his hand forcefully, greedily sucking his fingers, imagining it’s his dick that I’m sucking.
My heart skips a beat as Isaac lets out a chuckle at my behavior.
Fuck. I instantly freeze, the lust-filled haze vanishing as I’m snapped out of the fantasy.
I shouldn’t have done that. I lower my hands to my thighs where they belong. He didn’t give me permission to take control like that. I know better. I’ll be better. It was a stupid mistake.
I stare into his eyes as I slowly pull away, his finger licked clean and waiting for his admonishment or a smack or some kind of punishment.
I know better.
I wait a moment, my breathing coming in shorter and shorter.
“I’m sorry, Master.” I clear my throat slightly, sitting back on the balls of my feet and awaiting the consequences of my action.
“I don’t mind your enthusiasm, kitten. I’ll allow it.”
A breath I didn’t know I was holding leaves me, and I can feel my body sag slightly.
“You must really enjoy strawberries, kitten,” he says, his deep voice filled with amusement.
“No, it’s you,” I say, the words slipping past my lips without my consent. I blush after I speak, realizing it’s all true. I’m so caught up in pleasing him, I’d made an error in my strict obedience. Isaac doesn’t respond and just looks at me, his green eyes so intense that I’m forced to look away. I shiver slightly, never remembering him looking at me like that before.
“Let me show you to your room, kitten,” he says, adjusting his cock as he stands. “Come,” he commands.
I’m quick to rise and obediently follow him through the opulent house, taking in everything in a sort of detached awe. The house is large, simple with modern features, yet elegant. I like it. It looks like something out of a magazine.
We pass a large den as we go down the hallway and then take a spiral staircase up to the second floor. The wide hallway has dark hardwood floors, and simple black and white scenic paintings that line the wall. At the end of the hallway are two large double doors, which I assume lead to the master suite. Isaac leads me nearly to the double doors, but stops at a single door that’s closest to it.
“This is your room,” he informs me, gesturing at the door and then to the double doors. “That one is mine. Both my doors and yours shall remain open at all times. Understood?”
Biting my lower lip, I nod. “Yes, Master.”
Isaac stares at me, his striking green eyes causing goosebumps to rise on my arms. “If you need me during the night, you’re to kneel at my bedside and call my name until I wake. Though I’m sure I’ll hear you the moment you walk in.”
I’m shocked. My old Master would never allow me such freedom. I was never allowed to go anywhere without his consent or without him present. Ever. Even with him present, the chain was always there, making each step difficult and painful.
Letting his words sink in, Isaac turns and opens the door to my room, motioning me inside. The memory of the chain, the comparison of then and now completely vanishes as the door swiftly opens and reveals what lies beyond it.
My breath catches in my throat and my lips part in surprise as I step in the room, with a push from Isaac. It’s not what I was anticipating. It’s a normal bedroom. No chains or sex swings or glass cabinet filled with toys and tools for punishment. Just a normal room. It’s quite lavish with a fancy white plush rug underneath the queen-size bed with matching comforter, grey and white paint on the walls in stripes, and gossamer silk curtains adorning the windows. Their softness reminds me of butterflies. This is just so… normal. My breathing comes in faster. I feel completely at a loss. I look over my shoulder at Isaac, feeling somewhat betrayed. Although it’s my own fault. I don’t know what to expect from him. I am his Slave, yet this is where he’s keeping me.
“You can roam wherever you’d like in the house,” Isaac says, his eyes focusing on my face as I nod. “But when I go to bed, I want you in this room.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you like your new room, kitten?” Isaac asks, still staring at me intently. He seems to be waiting for me to question all this. And I want to, but I don’t want to seem disobedient. I don’t want to tell him that I feel like I’m not worthy.
“I love it,” I say and quickly add, “Thank you.” In a way, it reminds me a lot of my living room with light colors that brighten my mood. There are even small copper birds on the ends of the curtain rods that I hadn’t noticed at first glance. The whole room is just gorgeous. Quirky and cozy, yet spacious and luxurious.
“If it’s missing anything, you’ll let me know,” Isaac says as more of a command than a statement.
“I will, Master,” I answer quickly.
A slight smile plays across Isaac’s full lips. “Good.” He glances at the silver Rolex watch on his wrist and then looks back at me. “It’s late, but it’s time for your first lesson.”
A chill goes down my spine at the intense look in his eyes. Excitement. Eagerness. Lust.
“I want to whip you,” he says, slowly closing the door with his back to me, his voice low and filled with passion. “Every night I want you crawling into bed, your ass red and tender.”
My breath quickens as my sore pussy begins to clench around nothing, and I close my eyes as images of being whipped by him fill my mind, my lips parting with desire.
Isaac steps in closer and I nearly fall to my knees, turned on by his closeness. “It’s a reminder that you’re mine. Your body belongs to me. Do you understand?�
� His voice is hoarse and coated with lust.
“Yes, Master,” I sigh obediently, trembling from the heat radiating from his body.
“Whichever hole I want to use, you’ll make available to me,” he says, the tone of his deep voice making my clit throb. “And you’ll be satisfied once I’ve cum.”
If he means this to be a lesson by the way of torturing me with this dirty talk, then he’s definitely succeeding. I can hardly breathe, my sore pussy soaking wet.
His eyes never leave my face. “If I’ve decided you’ve earned your pleasure, I’ll make sure you cum as well. If not, you better not fucking touch yourself.” His words come out quicker, his eyes holding a threat. As he talks, he walks the length of the room and I follow his steps. “Denial will be your punishment, and taking your own pleasure will only result in a whipping meant to cause more than just a sting. Do you understand?”
“You own my pleasure, Master,” I manage to say as if in a trance, feeling weak in the knees and wanting him to end my torment. I want him to use my body for his pleasure. Right now.
A satisfied grin plays across his chiseled jawline. “Good girl.”
He sits on the edge of the bed and then motions at me. “Tonight I want to use my hand.”
Obediently I crawl onto the bed as he pats his lap. My breath quickening, I lower my body, lying in the end of the bed and across his lap, my hips digging into his thigh and my ass perfectly seated for the spanking. He moves his right leg over both of mine and lays his forearm across the length of my back, pushing my hair out of the way, so his heavy arm is laying across my naked back. “Put your hands behind your back and grip your wrists,” he orders.
I do as I’m told, struggling to stay still as my clit throbs. My cheek lays flat against the bed and I stare straight ahead at the mirror sitting on top of a vanity across the room.
I want this so badly. After him talking to me in that dark, forceful way, I’m eager for his touch.
The sight in the mirror makes me even more turned on. Him still in his suit, the power radiating from his broad shoulders and perfect stature. But there’s a heat in his eyes as the roam the length of my body that makes me feel like the powerful one.
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