I took a moment to admire her. She was as beautiful as a sculpture, her skin pale, her ass perfectly rounded, her hands gripping her buttocks, pulling them apart. Even her tiny little puckered hole looked beautiful. My cock throbbed in anticipation of what I was about to do.

I still wasn’t sure exactly why she was doing this. I had been so sure in the past, of everything, of my reasons for doing everything. But she’d brought doubt creeping into my mind. I had done my best to stamp on it but it was like stamping on a shaft of light coming in from under a door. I could stamp all I liked, it would still be there, unharmed and untouched after I was done.

I was worried that metaphorical door would open and let in all the light. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to think about doubt. I refused to. Doubt was weakness. I had got where I was by being strong, by making decisions, not by doubting myself.

I should have been able to tell by now. I should have taken one look at her as she got into position and known. I’d known with all the others. But with her, I couldn’t tell. Was she scared of me? Was that why she was acquiescing to my commands, even the one to present her body to me in such an obscene way? Or maybe she thought this was some kind of game? One in which she only had to run out the clock to win.

I needed to get the power back, to get the certainty back. I had slept with doubt in my mind, I had heard the whispers in the back of my head, the ones that began when Emilia broke me, that told me revenge wasn’t winning. It was. Of course it was. Every action movie I’d ever seen ended with revenge, the hero never shrugged his shoulders, forgave the villain, walked away. No, you had to stamp on your enemies, show them who was boss.

Focus on the fact that she is doing what you tell her. That’s what I told myself as I paced back and forth from one side of the bed to the other. It was going more easily than it might. She wasn’t fighting, she was willing to submit.

I wanted to punish her for defying me but she wasn’t. I could make up a reason, change the rules, of course I could. But that wasn’t the way to win this. Even without an adjudicator, I wanted to do things properly.

I moved towards her side, looking closer at her body. I ran my hand slowly between her buttocks, loving how soft her skin felt. There was one way to be sure about her, to be sure about all of this. I had to fuck her.

But the moment I made that decision, she looked back at me, her eyes meeting mine.

“You know the rules,” I said, realising I had the perfect excuse now. “You broke them. You must be punished.”

I thought the notion would terrify her but there was a flicker of something that mixed in with her fear and confused me even more. It was pleasure.

The smile vanished when I spanked her, replaced by a look of shock. She let out a yelp of pain. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she managed to say, turning her head back into the blanket.

“It’s too late for that,” I said, looking at the red palm print I’d brought to the surface of her skin, her ass looking even hotter than before. I spanked her again. “Get on the floor and on your knees.”

She was up off the bed in under a second, as if she thought I might grab her. Once she was down on the floor, I began to undo my belt, staring at her as I did so. “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”

She nodded. “I have, Sir.”

“Did you like it?”

She shrugged before shaking her head slowly, doubtfully.

“So that’s a yes. You know you shouldn’t lie to me. You can admit you like things. You can admit you like sucking cock.”

I pushed my zip slowly down, watching her reaction. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

She nodded, again slowly.

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say you want to suck my cock. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to suck your cock, Sir.”

“You want it in your mouth, don’t you?”

“I do, Sir.”

As she answered me, I pushed my trousers down to the floor, stepping out of them, my hard on pressing against the front of my boxers. “Open your mouth.”

She did as I asked, her lips parting, her eagerness all too evident. I slid my boxer shorts down slowly, taking my time, watching her eyes widen as my cock sprang into view, hard as rock, pointing upwards. It throbbed as I took hold of the shaft and stroked it slowly, right in front of her eyes.

“Do you still want to go home?” I asked, holding it an inch away from her. “You can go if you want. I won’t stop you.”

She shook her head, keeping her mouth open like I’d told her.

I couldn’t wait any longer. With my hands on either side of her head, I pushed myself into her mouth, sliding over her tongue, not stopping the motion of my hips until I was buried inside her throat. Her face turned pink, then red, as she gagged on my length, saliva starting to run out the edge of her mouth, turning me on even more. She looked as if she only existed to please me and the thought drove me wild. I had to resist coming in her mouth at once, knowing how much more work I had to do yet.

I pulled back out, letting her take a quick breath before sliding in again. This time, I rocked back and forth, pressing my hips towards her face, fucking her mouth, showing her that she belonged to me. She was mine to use. I would give her pleasure when she had earned it but I could take my own when I chose. That was the nature of our agreement.

I could tell from the look in her eyes how happy she was, even as doubt flashed across them. I knew that doubt. It was the doubt that this was allowed, that it was all right for her to enjoy herself like this. She had a lot to learn.

“When I pull out,” I said, looking down at her cheeks as she fought to breathe around my cock. “You will stay still until I tell you to move. Now close your eyes and do not open them.”