Oh hell, yes. This was happening, I decided as I stepped into the shower with her, still fully clothed. She gasped and took a step back, but I kept my fingers on her clit…and she didn’t look disappointed.
I kept rubbing her, watching her inhibitions slowly give way to the woman she kept locked inside. Little by little, her eyes glazed over and her hands returned to where they’d been, clutching my shoulders to keep herself up.
Her head tilted up then, and that surprised me, especially when her eyes met mine. She was confused, but on fire, and while I didn’t particularly want to stop to punish her if she lashed out, I wanted to taste her mouth. So, I did. I pulled her close slowly until my hand between us on her clit was all that separated our bodies. The fire in her eyes blazed brighter, but the confusion grew with it.
“Stop thinking. It’s not a request, Pet. Stop, or I will tie you up and whip you until you bleed,” I told her sternly. Her body would make this easy for her; life as a slave would be easier for her…if she’d just stop interfering.
“I can’t. I don’t know how…”
“You’re not a whore,” I said, coming down to the heart of what plagued her. “You’re a woman. A sexy as hell, submissive woman. Let it go,” I demanded harshly, more feeling behind my words than I would have liked.
I swooped in and claimed her lips, feeling a possessiveness I hadn’t experienced before. I knew the swift movement would throw her off-balance, making her mind reel with sensation and giving her body the chance to take over.
It wasn’t instantaneous, but with my finger keeping up my pace on her clit, I won out.
Her lips parted for me and I thrust my tongue inside, a mimic of how I desperately wanted to be fucking her pussy. She moaned into my mouth as her hands slid up the back of my neck. But I had no intentions of letting her stop there.
“Take off my shirt,” I said when I’d released her lips. Her fingers stilled. It was one thing for her to be passive and even to cling for support. What I was demanding now was a whole new level of difficulty. Too bad. She needed to learn. So, when she hesitated, I spanked her hard—hard enough to feel the sting in my own hand.
She yelped and jerked, thrusting her clit hard against my fingers. And when she moved to comply, her fingers were trembling so much that the buttons on my shirt were difficult for her. But eventually she managed and she slid the shirt off to where my hand against her prevented it from dropping to the ground. She raised her hands, but she didn’t quite touch me. Her fingers hovered less than an inch from my chest. But she wanted to touch me. It was clear in her eyes.
So, I denied her.
“Take off my pants,” I said instead and I increased my pace on her clit, just to make it a little easier on her.
She fumbled with the button and fly, eventually succeeding in her task. Her fingers lingered when she hooked them into the waist of my pants to slide them off, but whether in hesitation or as an excuse to touch me was up for debate.
Making her think she’d been given a reprieve, I stilled her hands and yanked them off myself. Her eyes went so wide that I stood still for a moment and let her look her fill. And she did look, though her cheeks flamed an even deeper shade of pink than her normal blush.
Instead of returning to her clit then, I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. My whole body was taut with anticipation.
Tears were still trickling from her eyes, but she didn’t fight me. When she was on her knees, she looked up at me—an intensely erotic sight—but nevertheless, an error I would have to correct.
“Never look at your master unless you’ve been told to. As a slave, you are to keep your eyes down—always.”
Her eyes flashed with angry fire at the reminder of her position, but still, she didn’t try to get away, even with my cock less than an inch from her hot, little mouth.
“Open,” I said, but I got impatient waiting for her to obey and I thrust forward and I grabbed hold of the back of her head to hold her still while I pressed against her lips. She parted for me and the head of my cock thrust in. She actually leaned up higher to accommodate me better and started working my cock deeper into her mouth.
Fuck, she was incredible. So easily aroused, and her dark, horny mind let her breech even the most stringent boundaries. By all rights, she shouldn’t be working me into the back of her throat. I shouldn’t be feeling the quick convulsion of her throat around the tip of my cock unless I’d forced it in there against her will.