Joseph

 

 

 

She’s kneeling on the bed, her hands placed on her thighs, her chin lifted, but her eyes lowered. A faint smile flickers across her face when I come closer.

No flinching, no shying away from my touch. Instead, she leans in for the kiss she knows is coming, yearning for me just as I yearn for her. Our lips meet and I close my eyes for the first few seconds we will spend together today. It will be a short day, at least in regard to the time that will be spent with her. I have to drive up to the city, even though I hate doing so when I have a girl here. But there’s no way around it. I’m needed. Even my grandfather called to make sure that I would be present at this board meeting. It would only raise suspicion if I didn’t show up, so I have to steal these hours away from her.

But I will make the time we have together count.

She has shown that she’s different from all the others since the very beginning. She broke rules left and right, she pissed me off with her confusion and her dumb questions, her all too real terror, and her way too serious defiance. Lately, all of that has changed. She’s going through the same process I see all of them go through, but her transformation is stronger, the contrast so stark that it almost scares me. She’s adapting to the rules, no longer breaking them, but testing them, to tease out a reaction from me. It’s exactly what she’s supposed to be doing.

Now I’m the one who’s breaking the rules.

No kissing. It’s stated in the contract, and I’ve repeatedly told myself that this is off limits. Kissing is for lovers, not for a Master and his paid pet.

Of course, this one is easy to overstep. I’ve done it before, in the heat of the moment. But I’ve never enjoyed it as much as I am with her, and I’ve never made it part of a ritual.

I can’t lose myself. I can’t lose control. This is a slippery slope, and I know I’m only getting started. Today, I’m willing to go even further than I did before. I’m jumping in with my eyes open, risking more than just our contract.

Yet, I will do it. The thought of following through excites me too much to neglect this wish. I have to see what it’s like. I want to see how far I can push things without losing myself too much.

Her eyes find mine when I stop our kiss, their gray-blue depths piercing through me with understanding. Despite her helpless behavior in the beginning, I cannot help but see the intelligence that radiates behind her eyes. She’s smart. She gets me.

That’s why she’s so dangerous.

“Good morning, my pet,” I whisper.

She’s never allowed to be the first one to speak, and her first words are always the same.

“Good morning, Master,” she says, her voice so soft that it kills me.

“Did you sleep well?” I ask her.

“Well enough,” is her reply. She always says something along those lines, and I never follow up with a question.

“Let’s have a shower,” I tell her, unhooking the leash from her collar. She can remove it on her own because she’s still wearing a training collar, but she never has. I told her she wasn’t supposed to do it on her own. It was the first command she obeyed without having to be reminded several times.

“Together?” she asks as I lead her to the bathroom, pulling her by the ring at the front of her collar.

“Yes,” I say as we walk through the door. “Together.”

She watches as I take off my clothes, her eyes wandering along the lines of my tattoos. I know she has questions about them that she doesn’t dare ask. Too often I have ordered her to be quiet when she started poking at things I wasn’t comfortable talking about. The tattoos are part of that, and she seems to sense it. They are reminders of a past that I would like to forget, a past that I’ve put behind me. They remind me of the pain I caused and the lives I destroyed when I lost control over myself. The black ink adorns my skin like a curse.

She’s shy every time we do something new, and today is no different.

“Turn on the water,” I command her, mainly to stop her from gawking at me. It’s flattering, but unsettling at the same time.

She turns around, deliberately hollowing her back and stretching her legs to give me the best view of her round ass. It works like a charm. When I lose the last item of clothing to follow her under the hot shower, I’m hard and ready, my cock yearning for the body that’s mine for twenty-eight more days.

She squeals and smiles at me when my length pokes her in the small of her back as I join her under the welcoming water. My hands are on her wet body in an instant, following the outline of her narrow shoulders, traveling down her arms, grabbing her wrists to keep her eager hands in place. She has turned into a cock-hungry slut, hardly able to keep her hands to herself every time she sees my hardness. For the past four days, she has been getting fucked every single day, at least once, but her hunger for me only grows, just like mine for her.

“No hands,” I tell her, leaning in closer so she can hear me over the running water. “Just your lips, my pet.”

Even in the hot steam of the shower, I can see her cheeks blushing, while she lowers herself down to her knees. Her eyes never leave mine, even when she bends forward, placing her hands on her thighs so tightly as if they were glued to her skin so she isn’t tempted to use them. I groan when she takes me between her pouty lips, her tongue gliding along the lower side of my shaft as she swallows me down. The pouring water is playing havoc with her breathing, making it hard for her to take my length without catching her own breath. She’s trying so hard to take in all of me, but fails at it every time. When she withdraws to gather her breath, she casts me an apologetic smile. I pet her head.

“You’re doing excellent, my pet,” I praise her, and she rewards me with the cutest smile I’ve ever seen on a woman’s face.

Her lips are wrapped around my cock again within moments, her head moving back and forth as she drives me closer to insanity. She stops for a moment, sucking on my length so strongly that it almost hurts, creating a vacuum with her mouth that allows her to play along my shaft with her tongue. The feeling is sublime.

“Fuck, who taught you that?” I ask her, out of breath with pleasure.

She sucks and then retreats, kissing and licking the tip of my hard cock while she bats her eyelashes up at me.

“My Master,” she says, smiling at me seductively.

“Get up,” I tell her. “Now!”

Her eyes rest on my length for one more moment, painted with a hint of disappointment as she slowly rises to her feet.

I pull her closer, my hands cupping her full ass, while I press her core dangerously close against my erection. Shit, I’m going to lose it if I can’t fuck her now, bare, just like this.

Never fuck a whore bare. Never.

But she’s more than a whore. She’s not like the others. And I know the girls of my agency are safe and clean because they have to get tested before entering my home.

“Are you on birth control?” I reassure myself, my eyes locking on the gray-blue depth of hers.

She’s breathing erratically, suffering in heated need just as I am.

“Yes,” she replies, her eyes so dazed with lust that I pray to God I can trust her. “The depo shot, I just got one about a month ago.”

“Good,” I say, claiming another kiss from her while pushing my pelvis against her cunt. “Because I need to feel you. All of you. I need to fuck you bare.”

She doesn’t say anything in reply, but wraps one of her legs around me, shifting her hip so that my glistening tip is teasing her entrance.

I don’t hesitate another moment and buckle my hips forward, stretching her with my rock-hard girth while lifting her up, pressing her slim back against the wall. She wraps both of her legs around my waist, supporting herself as good as she can while I fuck her like a wild beast, consuming her bare for the very first time.

She moans and yelps, her cries partly drowning in the steaming water that’s running down on us. Her muscles tense around me, as if she was trying to hold on to me. The pressure almost sends me over the edge way too soon.

“I’m going to come inside you,” I tell her.

A smile scurries across her face and her muscles tighten anew, forcing a release out of me that I wasn’t yet ready for. I explode inside of her, filling her with my cum, as violent waves of pleasure grip my body. But even in the midst of my rapture, I never lose our stance, I never let go of her, holding her safe and as closely as possible during the highest moments of pleasure.