August
“I hate you.”
Her fingers rested on her chest, dancing over her nipples. All I could think about was ripping the material away, feasting on every inch of her.
I grabbed her legs, pulling them straight into the air as I wrestled to remove her panties. “You’re one bad little girl.” I ran my fingers down the length of her leg, admiring her pretty pink pussy peeking out. “Imagine all the nasty things I’m going to do to you.”
Her lower lip quivered and she nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. She had more conviction than I’d imagined.
“Open your mouth.”
When she hesitated, I slapped her pussy lips hard enough she yelped.
“The second I give you an order, you obey. Those are my rules and they are very simple.”
“Yes, sir,” she spat then opened her mouth wide, clenching her fists when I shoved the panties inside.
“Never, ever forget you’re my property. There isn’t a hole I won’t violate or an inch of skin I won’t taste. And every time you fight me, you will be punished.” The words stimulated every cell in my body, my cock now begging for release.
I heard the dark ugliness in my laugh as I smacked her ass, snapping my wrist in rapid succession. One. Two. Three. I alternated between her rosy pussy and her perfectly round ass, taking deep breaths as her bottom blossomed into a warm blush. I could still hear her whimpers through the thin lace, sparking the fire into a combustible state. The woman was far too enticing.
With every hard spank her body jumped involuntarily but within a few minutes, she dropped her hands by her sides, arching her back off the counter. I’d never seen such a lurid yet innocent expression, driving the beast into another level of darkness.
I yanked open the closest drawer, reaching inside blindly and wrapping my hand around a solid piece of wood. She wasn’t paying any attention, lost in her own moment of raw ecstasy. I sucked in my breath, seeing the thick wooden spoon. This was perfect. A simple reminder that I could spank her anywhere at any time and would do so without reservation.
The soft thudding sound was like sweet music filtering into my ears, melodic in ways that few could understand. I twirled the spoon, smacking her again. And again. “Open your legs for me, sweet Sasha. Let me see your gorgeous pussy.”
Blinking several times, she obeyed without question, even holding her knees in a subtle gesture of submission.
“Now, take a look at this.” I held the spoon over her head, twisting the handle back and forth. Back and forth.
She followed my every move, her eyes darting up and down. Still so defiant.
“Even something as cheap as this,” I began, dragging the rounded portion down her neck, “can provide hours of pleasure.” I slipped the handle between her breasts and into the bodice of her lovely dress, the hindrance soon to be eliminated. I rubbed her skin gently, a lover’s gesture. I adored the way her eyes followed me, the way her breathing changed. Even her skin shimmered in a glow that seemed iridescent.
“You like that,” I whispered, leaning over and blowing across her pussy.
“Mmm…”
“Good girl.” I pulled the spoon into the air then traced her jawline before tapping the end all the way down her stomach, positioning the handle between her swollen pussy lips. “So much pleasure. Yes?”
She nodded in a hesitant manner as I gently moved the rounded wood up and down, studying her facial features and the way her chest rose and fell. The scent of her was stronger, filling my nostrils and scalding my blood. I was nothing more than a carnivore, so damn hungry I could barely contain my needs. When she closed her eyes, I snapped her clit.
“Mmmm…” The sound filtering past the gag was more intense, her eyes flying open.
“Do not close your eyes. You will watch everything I do to you. Every. Second.”
Another nod. Another whimper.
“Better. You will learn.” I eased the handle between her pussy lips once again, taking my time sliding the slick wood up and down. I inhaled several times, savoring the delicious fragrance. So damn sweet. Sultry. “When you’re a very good little girl, the implement I choose will always find a way to bring you utter bliss.”
Smack!
I slapped the spoon twice against her pussy lips. “But when you’re bad, anything I choose, and I do mean anything can be used for punishment.” Unable to resist, I held the implement under my nose, taking several deep whiffs. “Divine, my sweet Sasha.” I spanked her upper thighs and bottom several times, finding it difficult to focus.
She shifted and moaned, her fingers digging into her skin as she held her legs in place. The sheen on her face mixed with the blush creeping up from her neck to her beautiful cheeks. I was mesmerized by her beauty and the way she responded to my every touch.
My body began to shake, the desire so intense. I tossed the spoon, using my hands to split her legs as far apart as possible and leaned over. “Watch as I feast.”
Her eyes never seemed to blink as I darted the tip of my tongue around her clit, slow and easy, allowing my mind to wrap around the realization that she was truly mine. My grip was firm, pushing her knees all the way to the counter as I dragged my tongue up and down, relishing in the way her juice covered it, filling my mouth.
“Pinch your nipples for me,” I commanded, delighted that there was no hesitation, her long fingers slipping past the thin material. I was so turned on as I kept my gaze on her, almost delirious as she pinched and twisted her nipples. Her mouth moved over the panties as her breathing became even heavier. “You enjoy controlled pain.” I didn’t need an answer.
I already knew.
The way her body responded was telling, allowing me a slight glimpse of the woman inside.
Eager.
Ready.
Hungry.
I brushed my fingers down her inner thighs, using the tip of my index finger and thumb to tease her clit, rubbing then pinching. I slipped two fingers into her pussy, growling as her muscles immediately gripped the invasion. Then I buried my head, sliding my tongue all the way inside.
“Mmm…” Sasha jerked up from the island, her back in a deep arc.
With every swipe of my tongue, she moaned. With every thrust of my fingers, she shuddered. I continued the actions, licking then nipping her clit, biting down on her tender tissue. I could tell she was close to coming, her entire body trembling. “Do you want to come?”
Her nod was vehement.
“Will you obey me?”
Another nod as well as a twinkle in her eyes gave me pause. She was a damn good actress, but this was only the beginning.
Exhaling, I pushed her dress further up her stomach, leaning over and peppering her heated skin with kisses and licks, moving down ever so slowly. When I reached her pussy again, I winked. “You’re free to come.” I licked her almost brutally, dragging my tongue all the way up and down, shoving the tip inside. Thrusting two then three fingers inside, I kept my rhythm even, plunging over and over again.
Her body tensed as her toes pointed and only seconds later, her hips began to rock back and forth as she came, juice trickling into my mouth. Her agonized yet muffled cries were like sweet music.
The taste of her was like no other. I opened my mouth wide, taking every drop. My vision was foggy, my heart beating rapidly and as she climaxed in wave after wave, cream spilling down my throat. I kept my grip firm until her body stopped shaking, finally easing her legs down until they dangled off the island. “You are magnificent, Sasha.”
She had the audacity to look away, closing her eyes.
Huffing, I counted to ten, controlling my anger. Using a single finger, I pressed the tip into her cheek, forcing her head forward. Then I removed the panties from her mouth. “Do you feel alive?”
“Yes.” The answer was laced with rebellion, a test of will.
“Do you feel sated, even hungry for more?”
“Maybe.”
I leaned further over her, gripping her chin. “Do you know you belong to me?”
A blip of a hesitation.
“Yes…” This time, her answer was in the form of a nasty hiss.
Disgusted, I backed away, pitching the spoon across the room. Her only reaction was a single blink. I turned abruptly, unsure if I was angry with her or with myself for letting my guard down. “You will learn to obey and follow the rules of this house. I don’t want your life to be miserable, Sasha, but I will not tolerate your attitude. If you continue to act like a child, you will be treated like one. This is my house and I deserve respect. Something for you to keep in mind before continuing your holier than thou attitude. Bruno will show you to your room. While I’m not locking you in, you will need to stay there. I will come for you when it’s time.” I’d taken only two steps when I heard the melodic tone of her voice.
“If you don’t want me miserable, August, I suggest you give me something useful to do like bringing my paints and canvases here. Trust me, I will then stay completely out of your way and be a very good little girl.”
I took a deep breath, holding it in while I debated. “Very well. That can be arranged.”
“And another thing. Respect isn’t owed to anyone, including you. Respect is only earned and that takes time. Master. August.”
She thought she was drawing a line in the sand.
I took my time, taking several deep breaths.
“We are going out tomorrow night. I have business to attend to, which will prevent any further conversation at this time, but you will have suitable attire available to you in the morning. Make certain you do not decide that this is the one particular event you will attempt to thwart. I will be reasonable with your… particular needs, but this isn’t one of them. Do you understand, Sasha?” I heard the hiss under her breath, could even feel the stagnant air surrounding her. This wasn’t a battle she was going to win.
“I understand.”
“Good. Learn to obey.” I clenched my fist, biting back any kind of retort. As I walked out, I could swear I heard her laughing.