I cannot stop thinking about her in the meantime. She is gorgeous. She is the sort of woman a man could fall for and become slave to. The kind of female who takes a red-blooded male and domesticates him. I have to be careful of my attachment to her for both our sakes.
When I return, she says very little. I let her out of the restraints and tell her to sit up on the bed. She does as she is told. Good. I am pleased by that.
I have come prepared. I hand her a pill from my pocket, and grab her a glass of water. She looks at both items blankly.
“What’s this?”
“A pill. Stops pregnancy.”
I expect her to refuse. I’m ready to hold her nose and push it down her throat myself, but she immediately downs the dose like a champ and throws it back with water as if it were nothing.
“What? You didn’t think I wanted to have your bastard, did you?”
There’s something almost mocking in her tone, as if I am not good enough to impregnate her. Suddenly, the idea of keeping her here and having her belly swell with my brat is appealing. That would bring her down to earth. That would disabuse her from the notions she holds on to, the ones that make her think she is somehow special and different.
Dammit. She is special and different. Even without her family’s money and heritage, she has that certain something that sets her apart from the crowd.
“No,” I say, my lips thinned. “From now on you will be on birth control to ensure no little accidents.”
“Good.”
“It is good, isn’t it? I know you would miss being fucked if I were to deny you my cock.”
“Yup, love that dick,” she deadpans.
I draw my breath in between my teeth. She never gives me the reaction I want. But maybe that’s because I keep expecting her to be a scandalized little virgin, when in reality she is closer to the reckless slut I am treating her as. I wonder how many other men have plunged their cocks inside her. Did she climax for them like she did for me?
The thought sparks immediate jealousy. That sexual energy she exudes, her beauty, her desire, her cunt, her orgasms. I want them to be mine. All mine.
I never planned to let her go, but now I know I can’t.
I have to have her, and just having her isn’t enough. It’s easy to keep her body captive, but I want her mind and maybe even her heart. First, I have to do what I set out to do. I need her obedience and her submission.
Extending my hand to her, I help her down off the bed. “You need a shower.”
“You think?”
She has such an attitude.
“Before you get clean,” I say, pulling my cock out again, “you can clean me off. With your mouth of course.”
“But…”
“On your knees, mouth on my cock,” I order.
Is that a blush I see on her obstinate cheeks as she parts her lips and takes the tip of my cum-soaked cock into her mouth? Our juices have mingled and dried and the touch of her tongue makes them wet again. Our taste must be filling her mouth.
Her touch is entirely too hesitant for my liking. I slide my hand down to her head and pull her more firmly onto my cock, filling her mouth to the back of her throat, holding her there for a second before letting her pull free.
“You’re an asshole,” she gasps.
“Yes,” I agree, pulling her back down on my dick. This is risky. She could bite quite nastily down there, but I don’t think she will. She loves this cock far too much to hurt it, and she’d rather suck on it than sink her teeth into it, even as I start to fuck her rebellious hole, making it clear that her attitude will be dealt with.
“You love it now? You love it deep in your mouth, pushing into your throat?” I ask questions she can’t possibly answer, plunging my dick ever deeper into her mouth, pulling out only to allow her to breathe before pushing back inside.
I am going to come again. This time my seed will fill her belly rather than her pussy. She will drink my essence, take it deep inside her. Holding her hair in my hands, I draw her back and forth along my shaft until I feel the cum roiling in my balls. I grunt and growl and push my cock to the back of her tongue before releasing my load down her throat, making her swallow each and every virile drop.
When I release her, she is panting and pink, her nipples hard with fresh arousal. I feel emotion flowing through me, a sudden softening of my heart. She is incredible. She can take everything I have to give. Unlike any woman before, she is capable of matching the intensity of my desire and the depravity of my sexual needs.