Jules

 

It was torture waiting for Allison to finish. Really, I didn’t need her to do the chores. I was more than capable of cleaning up after myself, but it was part of the lifestyle. She was to do as I commanded, and it was important that she understood that.

 

Besides, she was sore. Her body wasn’t used to sex yet and I was rougher on her than most would have been to begin with. I had meant it when I said that it was important to give her body time to rest.

 

That didn’t mean I didn’t want to fuck her senseless every time I saw her.

 

I let her wander the house, doing her chores, alone. This was torture to me, but it was more about her. I wanted her to understand that although she belonged to me and I would do whatever I wanted with her, she wasn’t a prisoner. She could move about freely so long as she understood that I had rules and would give orders as I saw fit.

 

Orders she seemed happy and willing to follow. She did so easily.

 

Maybe I will get her a collar, I thought in amusement. I often got them for my long-term subs. I had one in the playroom for temporary guests, but I rarely had that kind of play if things weren’t permanent. I didn’t think the collar I had was a perfect fit for Allison, though. I wanted her to have something pretty. Maybe in purple or a lovely blue, like the top she’d been wearing yesterday. Maybe something with gold lining and even a gold name tag.

 

I liked that idea.

 

Don’t get ahead of yourself, a cautious voice reminded me. It was so easy to get lost in Allison, to treat her as though she’d be here forever. But she wouldn’t. Just the weekend and this morning I hadn’t even been sure of that.

 

Sighing, I rubbed at my face and then glanced at my watch. It was after five. I wanted to have dinner around seven-thirty, which gave me plenty of time to play with Allison and still have her make dinner. Hell, even if it didn’t, I would consider letting her off dinner duty just to have my way with her.

 

I was pretty sure she was done with her chores by now. I’d checked the sheets upstairs and they were clean and the kitchen looked spotless. With any luck, she had finished a while ago and was standing next to the red door waiting on me. I hoped she was squirming with need. I hoped she was so wet that it was dripping down her thighs.

 

It seemed mean on the surface, but I knew a little something about anticipation. It was almost better than the actual sex and it certainly made the sex better when you finally got to it.

 

That being said, I was more than a little impatient at this point. After all that this afternoon with the mayo and the sucking… God, she’d been wet. I wanted to take her then and there, but if she was sore, I wouldn’t do it.

 

But there were other things we could do.

 

I headed toward the playroom before I even made the conscious decision to do so. My head was filled with ideas, running through scenarios of playtime with her as I thought about what I wanted to do to her this evening.

 

A swing this time? Maybe some cuffs? Or the nipple clamps. I loved those damn things and she had such lovely tits. Her nipples always seemed to be hard and I wanted to tease them bad right now.

 

My cock grew in my leather pants as I thought of her sitting on the bed, on her knees, legs spread open with the nipple clamps in place. Maybe I’d even test her and add the clit clamp, too. It tended to scare women the first time, but once they gave it a shot, nine times out of ten, they loved it.

 

I rounded the corner and spotted her there, standing demurely right by the door just as I’d ordered.

 

She had her legs together and her hands folded in front of her pussy. It caused her large breasts to press together slightly, making them look even more plump than usual. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, hiding her nipples, but I could see them poking through. They were hard.

 

Yes, I wanted to try the clamps on her.

 

I came to stand beside her. Her eyes were lowered, but her body was tense, telling me that she was resisting the urge to look up at me. It made me smile. I considered her a moment, then said, “Have you been waiting, pet?”

 

She nodded.

 

“Good. Get on your knees.”

 

She didn’t hesitate. Instantly, she folded herself down so that she was on her knees in front of me, which happened to put her level with my crotch.

 

Perfect.

 

I hadn’t been planning on it, but seeing her now… I reached for the fly of my pants. Popping the button, I pulled down the fly. My hardened cock jumped out, hard and eager already. “Lick it.”

 

Her eyes went wide and I thought she might pull back then. It would have disappointed me, though not enough to derail what was going on with us. I had meant it when I said it was her call, if there was something she didn’t want to do, I wouldn’t make her. But I also wanted to push her limits – and, yes, I was a man and I wanted her to fulfill those fantasies floating around in my head.

 

After a moment of waiting, she leaned forward. My eyebrows lifted in surprise, my mouth kicking up in a pleased smile. She was hesitant, slow, but determined to obey. Her mouth opened slightly, those pretty little lips parting, and her pink tongue darted out.

 

She touched my head with the tip of her tongue, and I groaned.

 

Startled, she looked up at me, wide eyed. When she realized that I was enjoying even that tiny touch, she smiled a little. Then she leaned forward again and once more her tongue darted out. This time it was a longer lick, her slick tongue sliding over the mushroomed head of my cock and swirling around the edges of it. I groaned again. Getting brave, she leaned a little more and this time I felt her lips touch my sensitive skin.

 

“Fuck, that’s good, pet,” I told her, letting my hands slip into her hair.

 

She stiffened at the touch, but relaxed again when I didn’t grab fistfuls of her hair. Even though I wanted to. I was trying to be good to her though and give her some space since I had the feeling that she hadn’t done this any more than she’d had sex before.

 

Her mouth opened wider and she popped the head of my dick into her mouth.

 

Pleasure went through me and it took everything I had not to thrust into her mouth. I felt her little tongue swirl around me and her cheeks hollowed out slightly as she sucked.

 

“That’s it,” I growled. “Good girl.”

 

Encouraged by my words, she moved farther down my cock. Her tongue slid along my shaft, each extra inch inside her sending jolts of intense pleasure through me. Fuck, she was good. Maybe it was her innocence, her genuine curiosity, or maybe it was just her. I didn’t care. So long as she kept it up, I’d take whatever bullshit excuse she fed me.

 

She took about half my cock into my mouth before she started having troubles. She gagged a little, coughing around my shaft.

 

I smiled a little at her and actually gripped her hair. She looked momentarily scared, until I started pulling her back away from my throbbing dick.

 

“It’s okay, pet. I just wanted you to taste it. We’ll play more inside.” I motioned toward the red door.

 

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips wet, and she looked like a woman filled with wonderment.

 

“Get up,” I told her.

 

She did so shakily, her legs a little unsteady. I walked past her then, my pants still undone, and opened the door. I motioned for her to follow me in. She did so instantly. I pointed toward the bed and told her, “Go. Sit in the middle. I’ll choose your pleasure tonight.”

 

She let out a shaky breath, but hurried to do as I said. I smiled, pleased with her obedience.

 

Turning to my wall of toys, I pulled back the curtain and considered my options. She was sore, so I didn’t want to use another sling. It might be too uncomfortable. A dildo was also out. If she was okay for that, she was okay for my dick, and I was pretty sure she wasn’t. But her ass…

 

My eyes landed on a string of glassy beads. They started out relatively small and went up slightly in size as they went higher up the string. Anal beads. I liked using them when I was inside more, because I could feel them, but I also knew that I hadn’t played with her ass yet and she might actually find she enjoyed them. I pulled them from the wall.

 

My gaze lingered on the nipple clamps a couple of shelves away. I really did want to play with her nipples, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her. She’d already tried a lot of new things in a very short amount of time. I didn’t want to do too many and scare her off, so I decided I’d save the clamps for another time. Tonight would be the beads.

 

But I wanted something else, too. I moved down the wall until I came to the shelf that had the vibrators. They came in all shapes and sizes and even colors, though I liked the little pink ones and the baby blues. I bypassed the larger ones that also acted as dildos and the double penetrating ones. I just wanted something that would stimulate her clit.

 

I ended up going with the same one I’d used the previous night, the little white bullet. It had a control for it, too, and I decided that tomorrow I would put it inside her and use it randomly throughout the day. I had a feeling she would enjoy that.

 

But for now, for tonight, it was going to be pure stimulation and pleasure.

 

Armed with my toys, I made a quick stop to grab lube for the beads, and headed to the bed where Allison was sitting prettily. Just as I’d told her to.

 

She’s such a good submissive.

 

“Are you ready to play, pet?” I murmured to her in a low voice.

 

She nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

 

I smiled at her. “Good.”

 

I quickly shucked off my shirt and then kicked off my shoes and pants. I was completely naked when I joined her on the bed. Setting the items on the edge of the bed, I moved toward her. I would begin with touching.

 

My hands went to her face first, caressing her softly. She leaned into my touch instantly. I stroked her cheeks, then my hands slid down her neck. She had a long and elegant one, the skin as soft there as everywhere else. She let out a sigh of pleasure as my hands moved over her shoulders, my thumbs skimming her collarbone.

 

“Your skin is very soft, pet.”

 

She murmured a barely audible, “Thank you, sir.”

 

My hands traveled lower, reaching the tops of her breasts and stroking them lightly. She sucked in a quick breath in response. I smiled, then let my hands drop lower. I cupped the underswell of her tits, weighing them in my palms. They were heavy and all natural, which I was a big fan of. I liked ‘em big, but natural was always better.

 

“Perfect fucking tits.”

 

Her nipples were hard and I had just a second to regret that I hadn’t grabbed the clamps. I promised myself that I would use them tomorrow at some point. For now, I’d have to do it the natural way.

 

My fingers pinched at her hard nipples, twisting lightly. She cried out, arching her back and pushing her tits farther into my hands. I grinned. I played with them for a while like that, tugging on them lightly and pinching them ever so often. She was very responsive, telling me that she likely would enjoy something a little more aggressive.

 

Eventually, I had to move on. I was achingly hard and wished I could plunge inside her, but reminded myself that she was sore. I was using her body tonight to play with, not to fuck. That would have to wait until tomorrow.

 

“Spread your legs wider,” I commanded.

 

She shifted so that she could spread her knees apart, exposing her hot little pussy to me. Her lips dripped with her own moisture. My dick twitched in response, but I ignored it. Reaching for the items I’d set aside, I grabbed the bullet. Leaving it turned off, I pressed it against her lips. You had to place it right, but it could stay settled against the clit without being held there.

 

She moaned as I touched her bundle of nerves, her body jerking involuntarily. I smiled and left the little bead there as my fingers traveled down her slit. She was so wet. My finger was coated in her wetness and I allowed myself to dip into her opening.

 

“Oh, god!”

 

I groaned appreciatively and pumped into her several times, before reminding myself that she wasn’t ready for that right now. Pulling away, I leveled her with an intense stare. “Roll onto your stomach.”

 

She blinked in surprise, but obeyed. She lay on her belly, her breasts pressing into the mattress, and the curve of her butt pushed slightly up. I caressed the curve of her ass. It was lovely.

 

“I’m going to put something in your ass,” I told her bluntly as I reached for the beads and the lube.

 

She flinched slightly, jerking her gaze over her shoulder to look at me. I could tell she wanted to argue, so I paused and waited. If she said now, I’d stop. We could do something else, but I wouldn’t do something she didn’t want.

 

When she said nothing, I hesitated. I told her, “We don’t have to, but I think you’ll enjoy it. And I want to make all of your holes mine. The beads will help you stretch and you’d be surprised how enjoyable it can be.”

 

She still looked hesitant, but after a moment she said, “Yes, sir.”

 

Not good enough. “Yes, sir, what?”

 

She bit her lip, but then forced out an answer. “Yes, sir, please put the b-beads in my a-ass.”

 

I smiled at her and patted her rear affectionately. “Good girl. Remember your safe word and use it if you want to stop.”

 

She only nodded.

 

I took my time, caressing her butt and warming her up. I let my hand slide between her cheeks and even dip into her pussy. When she began to moan, I moved back up to her ass and spread her cheeks. I spent some time warming up the lube and spreading it around her backdoor. Finally, I coated a finger and pressed it into her. She tensed and I shushed her. “Shh, relax. This’ll be much harder if you don’t.”

 

She had to work at it, but she made herself relax her muscles. I added more lube, then inserted the first one. It slipped in easily enough, so I added the next quickly. While I was adding the third, I turned on the small bead I’d nestled against her clit.

 

Her reaction was immediate.

 

“Oh, god!”

 

“Hold still,” I ordered, knowing how difficult that would be for her.

 

She struggled with it, wiggling and moaning, but she did her best. I slid another bead into her and stopped at the fourth. There were several more, but I didn’t want her to be sore there, too. Stretching her ass would take time.

 

“Do you like it?”

 

Her answers were incoherent moans.

 

I continued to touch her naked body, smoothing my palms over her ass and massaging the sides of her breasts where I could still reach them. The bead by her clit had her shaking from pleasure.

 

I took my dick into my own hand, stroking myself as she wiggled and writhed on the bed. I pumped myself in one hand, then moved my other between her legs. I fondled her wet pussy, though I was careful and didn’t add more than one finger.

 

She moaned her pleasure and I knew that her orgasm was coming when she began to tense.

 

“Come for me,” I murmured to her.

 

A second later, she did. I let the little bead continue to buzz against her as I pumped myself. It wasn’t until I came all over her back that I turned it off and pulled the beads from her ass. She was exhausted again as I led her to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I decided that she could skip dinner duty. I’d make something for her later if she woke up before morning.

 

Carefully, I laid her down. I was going to leave, but her hand reached for me. “Stay,” she said to me.

 

I frowned. “I need to go.” Even though I didn’t. All I wanted was to curl up with her… but I’d already decided that getting attached was dangerous. Getting close to her after what we’d just done, that was risky. I couldn’t do it.

 

I shook off her hand and headed for the door. Her voice stopped me.

 

“What are you so afraid of?”

 

I turned and saw that she was sitting up. She looked shaky, like all she wanted to do was crash back to the bed beneath her, but she didn’t.

 

“Who says I’m afraid of anything?”

 

She lifted her shoulders. “You just seem so… distant sometimes. Why do you want me to leave so badly? Don’t you like me? I’m a good submissive, aren’t I? I’ll do anything you—”

 

And that was it. She’d do anything. Anything I wanted. Even I she wasn’t comfortable with it. That was as dangerous as Sandra, but I realized it was in an entirely different way. Sandra wanted the dangerous stuff, but Allison… she wouldn’t tell me when enough was enough. Even if she didn’t want it.

 

I couldn’t do that to her. I couldn’t risk it.

 

So I said the thing that had to be said. For her own good. “Get out.”

 

She blinked. “What?”

 

“I said get out. Gather your things and leave. I’ll transfer the rest of your money, but this weekend is over. I don’t want you here.”

 

I saw the devastated look on her face, but I chose to ignore it. I couldn’t give in. Too much was at stake and I couldn’t trust myself – and I couldn’t trust her to stop me. She was a good submissive. Too good. It would cost her more than she was ready for.

 

“What… what about the tattoo?”

 

I rounded on her. “Didn’t you hear me? I said get out. There won’t be any tattoo. No marks, no nothing. We’re done.”

 

I left before I could see any more of that pain in her eyes.

 

Better to be hurt a little now than a lot later.