She gasped when I first explored inside her. It was a sound that made me harder than ever. In that moment, I wanted to fuck her more than anything in the world.

Her face was contorted, as if she was trying to convince herself she wasn’t enjoying this, that she shouldn’t enjoy a single moment of this.

It lost that look as I pushed my index finger into her warm pussy. Instead her expression became one of unbridled lust.

This was where I had to be careful, I had to resist going too far. It would be all too easy to bring her to orgasm. I doubted it would take more than a few minutes. The sight of her face as she came would be hot as hell but it wasn’t time for that. It would ruin all of my planning.

Emilia had broken me by tormenting me, not letting me orgasm until she was ready, deaf to my pleading. That was exactly what I intended to do to her.

Her pussy contracted around my finger, the muscles inside her squeezing me, trying to draw me further in. Instead, I slid from me, moving up to her clit, making the same motions I’d observed from her hand.

There was no better way of seeing what a woman liked than by watching her do it to herself, their methods all similar but also so different.

She tended to tease herself, either through a masochistic streak or because that little nub of hers was too sensitive for direct touch. She circled it in little rings that came closer and then further away, alternating with sliding down to her hole, gathering more wetness each time.

I did the same, getting gradually faster as the minutes went by, glancing up at her face as it grew wilder.

She shifted in the chair, her hips starting to move as her hands went to her breasts, tugging at her nipples, her mouth falling open as she started to pant. “Do you want to come?” I asked, not stopping the movement of my hand.

She nodded. “Yes, God, yes.”

“You didn’t say Sir,” I said, pulling my hand away and standing up, looking down at her with a frown on my face.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, looking bewildered. “Please, don’t stop.”

Her eyes went down to the front of my trousers and I had to resist grinning. She wanted me already. Even after scaring her and locking her away for the night, she still wanted me. This was going to be too easy.

“Stand up,” I said whilst lifting her ankles from the stirrups and setting them down on the floor. “Come on, quickly.”

She staggered slightly as she stood, as if dizzy. “Onto the bed,” I said, taking her hand and leading her over to it. “On all fours.”

I waited until she was knelt in position before continuing. “Now reach behind you and spread your buttocks apart.”

“I can’t, I’ll fall over.”

“Head down. Now arms back. There.”

I watched her closely. She had her head pressed into the blanket under her. Her boobs hung down, swaying slightly as she reached back and took hold of her buttocks, slowly parting them to reveal her hidden neat little hole, the skin puckered and just inviting my tongue to flick over it.

“This is what you are to me for the next week,” I said, leaning towards her, lowering my voice. “You are my sex toy, here to bring me pleasure. Your holes are for me to use whenever I want to. If I so much as click my fingers, you are to present yourself like this ready for me to use. If I say the word, you get in this position, your ass exposed to me. No part of you is out of bounds. I can fuck your face or your ass, perhaps both. You are here for me to use and in return I will give you great pleasure. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her voice muffled by the blanket.

“Good girl.”

I patted her ass, letting my hand slide between her cheeks and then down, directly over the slight ridge that surrounded her hole. I ached to be inside it, the beast within me impatient to get in there, to fill her up with my cock. It would have to wait.

I circled it for the briefest of seconds. “Knees further apart,” I ordered, waiting until she’d shuffled her legs away from each other, exposing more of her pussy.

“Keep your hands where they are,” I said, stroking through the glistening wetness that had formed at the entrance to her. I dipped a finger into her again, listening to her sharp intake of breath as I did so.

Pulling it slowly back out, I moved it to her clit, circling it again, my face near her ass. I let my tongue glide forwards, flicking over her puckered hole, doing my best to ignoring the aching pain in my cock as it strained against my trousers.

She was such a quick learner. Only a few hours before, she’d hated me, telling me to go to hell. Yet, she had given in as they all did, accepting me as her master, the one in charge of her life.

It had all become easier once she’d done that. Everything would be easier now, though in that typical way of mine, instead of happy, I was annoyed that she might not prove to be the challenge I thought she would.

“What do you want?” I asked, continuing to circle her clit.

“I want to go home,” she replied in a quiet voice, a voice that infuriated me.

“You want to go home! “ I snapped, yanking her hands away from her ass. “You bad girl!”

I raised my hand and brought it smacking down on the middle of her right buttock. The sound of skin on skin filled the air, followed closely by her shrieking into the blanket. She twisted away from me, trying to escape.

“Come back here,” I said, lunging for her.