Joseph

 

 

 

She explodes on my hands with such a force that it looks as if she might lose consciousness again. I know how to get a girl off, but every time I do, I’m met with the same accusing look that she’s casting at me now. This face of indignation and confusion that tells me only one thing: you’re not supposed to be this good.

But very few have been as responsive as Ruby. She was glistening wet before I even touched her between her legs, and she began quivering as soon as I started fingering her. Bending my finger inside of her was all it took to send her over the edge, finding that magic spot that seems to be a myth to other men, and to most women, as well. And yet it works so well.

I can feel her tension squeezing around me, her tight pussy clenching around my fingers as she’s overtaken by waves of pleasure, arching and straightening her back, while her hands dig deeply into the sheets, grasping them for dear life.

Her breath only calms down slowly, and I can see a single drop of sweat traveling down the side of her left temple. I withdraw my fingers and make sure that she’s watching when I lick them clean, relishing the taste of her juices. Of course, she blushes at the sight and casts me another exasperated look.

“You’re sick,” she breathes, but her eyes are passing right through me as she says it. Those words could be directed at herself just as much as at me.

“You’re delicious,” I retort, making her squirm with shame.

She tries to gather the towel around herself to cover her body and shield it from my hungry eyes, but I hold her back by grabbing her wrist.

“I didn’t say you could do that, did I?”

She frowns at me.

“Of course,” she whispers. “You’re not done with me, are you?”

I laugh at her words.

“I won’t be done with you for a long time,” I say. “We’re just getting started.”

I let go of her wrist and get back up on my feet, now looking down at her, as she’s sprawled out in front of me, completely naked except for the collar around her neck.

She looks up at me, fighting the urge to shield herself from my gaze. I can see her arms and legs twitching, moving ever so slightly, but never daring to cover herself up.

“Did you enjoy that?” I ask her. The question is redundant, but I need her to confront her pleasure. I need to see how honest she is.

She shakes her head. “No, I didn’t.”

I raise my eyebrows, cocking my head from one side to the other.

“I think you’re lying to me,” I say. “Your body is more honest than your mind.”

“You tricked me,” she hisses.

I laugh. “Tricked you? How?”

Little Ruby blushes, unsure what to say. She looks like a young virgin who just had her first orgasm. This lady set her mind on playing a certain character, and she sticks to it no matter what. She’s so convincing at conveying her role that I would even consider giving her a raise. She’s far too good to be nothing but an elaborate prostitute.

“With… that,” she says, waving me off. “Whatever you did there.”

She flinches when I climb on top of her, forcing her to lay back as I hover above her, placing my hands next to her pretty face as I lean down close enough for our noses to touch. She freezes, her gray-blue eyes sparkling with fear and curiosity alike, as they lock onto mine.

“I made you come,” I whisper in her face. “And you loved it. Stop lying to me.”

She inhales audibly, objection dancing on the tip of her tongue.

“You liked to be touched like this, you liked to be ordered around, you liked my tongue on your greedy pussy,” I continue. “And you were begging for so much more, clenching around my fingers, yearning to have my big cock inside you. Weren’t you?”

Her chest heaves under me as her breathing accelerates and her cheeks glow with pink heat. She slowly shakes her head, biting her lower lip as if to prevent herself from saying something stupid.

“What will you do to me now?” she asks instead of answering my question.

“You want to come again, don’t you?” I ask back.

She swallows hard, not deigning me with a response.

“Well,” I say, getting up from the bed. “You may have an idea of what this is going to look like, but I will explain it to you anyway. Get up from the bed.”

As she follows my command, I walk over to the dresser next to the bed, opening one of the upper drawers.  Everything in here, even the drawers in this dresser, can only be opened with keys that I possess. She’s not supposed to have access to the toys I will be using; it’s better that way. She’s going to get addicted to the thrill I give her, the pain and the orgasms, but I want to own every single one of them. She’s not allowed to do anything to herself and not to try anything without me present.

I retrieve what I was looking for and bring a black leather leash with me when I return to her. Much to my surprise, she’s standing next to the bed, still naked, not even attempting to wrap the towel around her.

“Good girl,” I say to her, even though her look suggests that she doesn’t understand what I’m praising her for.

“Now, get down on your knees,” I add, pointing to the floor right next to my feet. “Sit on your heels, hands on your thighs.”

She pauses for a moment, giving me a look as if to say that there’s no way in hell that she’s obeying my words. But she doesn’t need more than a raised eyebrow to be reminded of her place. She kneels in front of me, placing her hands on her thighs, but not in the way I want her to.

“Palms up,” I say. “And straighten your back. Look up at me.”

She sighs and even though I cannot see it, I’m sure she’s rolling her eyes at me before she lifts her chin and meets my eyes.

“Better,” I say. “Not good, but better. Stay like this, but open your legs for me.”

She sneers at me through narrowed eyes, but obliges and moves her knees apart.

“Good,” I conclude. “Remember this position. I want to see you like this every time I walk into the room, and every time I tell you to kneel. Understand?”

She nods. “Yeah.”

A bolt of fury races through my chest. Is she really that forgetful, or do my words mean nothing to her?

“What have I told you to?” I snap at her. “How are you to reply to me?”

She sighs again. “Yes, Master.”

“All that forgetting and sighing won’t be ignored,” I warn her. “You better watch yourself.”

She presses her lips together, most likely to keep herself from retorting with a sassy response. Her eyes follow me as I drop down onto my knees in front of her and attach the leash to the ring on her collar.

“Every pet needs a leash,” I say. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

Her eyes are piercing, dazed with anger and worry. She’s angry but alert at the same time, sensing my fury. She may not fear me in the same way she did when I first brought her here, but she has an idea of the beast existing inside of me. She knows I don’t want to hurt her, but she knows that I will if she gives me a reason.

And she has given me plenty.