more. “What if I ordered you to stand up, take out your cock and stroke it?”
To her shock, he did exactly as she’d said, taking out the glorious, thick prick that had given her a hard pounding the night before. He stroked himself once, twice, three times.
“Good, you’re submitting to me,” she said. “We do it my way now.”
“No, we do it my way.” He put away his cock and she wanted to scream at him to take it back out. “You’re over thinking things, Francesca. You want the pleasure, but you want it your way. I did as you asked because it pleased me. You led me into that pleasure. But, in this instance, I am in charge. I did it because I wanted to do it, just as you’ve obeyed me because you want to. Now, step back into place, and suck your nipple until I tell you to stop.”
The urge to say no was strong, but the desire she felt was stronger. Once she’d taken her nipple back into her mouth, and he’d whispered that she was his, “Good Francesca”, she thought she would come right on the spot.
She kept her eyes closed as she sucked, not wanting to see what she was sure would be the look of triumph on his face. It didn’t matter right now that he’d gotten the best of her. She’d turn things around, another time, after she’d come as hard as she had last night.
Forget that, she whispered to herself. Think of nothing but your body, your nipple, your need. She felt as if she were floating, and every once in a while she heard his soft words of praise.
“Now the left one,” he said, breaking the almost trance-like state she was in. Her nipple popped from her mouth, and as she captured the left one she realized she was in sub-space, the wonderful place her submissives talked about, where nothing mattered but the scene they were in, where ecstasy was the rule, and nothing else mattered.
There would be no more objections to his orders. She wanted to come, hard, and she wanted him to lead her there.
“Very good, Francesca,” he whispered after she’d started to soar again. “Now, roll your skirt up so I can see that sweet cunt of yours.”
She did as he bid her, her body on fire. He moved to the edge of the sofa and spread his legs. “Right here,” he said, tapping the crop against the floor. She moved swiftly, keeping her skirt up.
Oliver ran his hand up her thigh, and Francesca trembled. “I know you’re right on the edge, but you will not come without my permission. You know the rules, don’t you?”
A single nod was his answer. She knew the rules, although she’d never been on this end of them. Controlling herself was going to be hard, but she could do it.
He leaned toward her and inhaled, and she was sure it would send her over the edge. She held back by sheer will, but when he spread her labia, and licked her clit, it was all she could take. Francesca came, screaming so loud she was sure all the employees left in the building would come running to see what was wrong.
“Bad Francesca,” he said, pushing her away ever so gently and standing up. “No dick for you tonight.
“You will learn something about me, Francesca. I do not spank for punishment. I do it to give pleasure. Bad girls, who do not follow orders, get no dick, nor do they get an orgasm other than the one they stole from their Master.”
“I didn’t steal it!”
“We’ll discuss that this weekend,” he said, sniffing as if in disdain. “I live in the top floor of the south tower at Mr. Oliver’s. Be there at noon on Friday. We will spend Friday, Saturday and Sunday together.”
“No,” she said as he walked toward the door. “I won’t do it.”
“Yes, you will. And if you’ve had an orgasm, other than one produced by a sub, I’ll know it. In other words, don’t let your fingers do the walking, and keep your vibrators stored away. You won’t be able to lie to me. See you Friday, sweet Francesca. I look forward to tasting more of your pussy.”
He left before she could reply, and as she stared
To her shock, he did exactly as she’d said, taking out the glorious, thick prick that had given her a hard pounding the night before. He stroked himself once, twice, three times.
“Good, you’re submitting to me,” she said. “We do it my way now.”
“No, we do it my way.” He put away his cock and she wanted to scream at him to take it back out. “You’re over thinking things, Francesca. You want the pleasure, but you want it your way. I did as you asked because it pleased me. You led me into that pleasure. But, in this instance, I am in charge. I did it because I wanted to do it, just as you’ve obeyed me because you want to. Now, step back into place, and suck your nipple until I tell you to stop.”
The urge to say no was strong, but the desire she felt was stronger. Once she’d taken her nipple back into her mouth, and he’d whispered that she was his, “Good Francesca”, she thought she would come right on the spot.
She kept her eyes closed as she sucked, not wanting to see what she was sure would be the look of triumph on his face. It didn’t matter right now that he’d gotten the best of her. She’d turn things around, another time, after she’d come as hard as she had last night.
Forget that, she whispered to herself. Think of nothing but your body, your nipple, your need. She felt as if she were floating, and every once in a while she heard his soft words of praise.
“Now the left one,” he said, breaking the almost trance-like state she was in. Her nipple popped from her mouth, and as she captured the left one she realized she was in sub-space, the wonderful place her submissives talked about, where nothing mattered but the scene they were in, where ecstasy was the rule, and nothing else mattered.
There would be no more objections to his orders. She wanted to come, hard, and she wanted him to lead her there.
“Very good, Francesca,” he whispered after she’d started to soar again. “Now, roll your skirt up so I can see that sweet cunt of yours.”
She did as he bid her, her body on fire. He moved to the edge of the sofa and spread his legs. “Right here,” he said, tapping the crop against the floor. She moved swiftly, keeping her skirt up.
Oliver ran his hand up her thigh, and Francesca trembled. “I know you’re right on the edge, but you will not come without my permission. You know the rules, don’t you?”
A single nod was his answer. She knew the rules, although she’d never been on this end of them. Controlling herself was going to be hard, but she could do it.
He leaned toward her and inhaled, and she was sure it would send her over the edge. She held back by sheer will, but when he spread her labia, and licked her clit, it was all she could take. Francesca came, screaming so loud she was sure all the employees left in the building would come running to see what was wrong.
“Bad Francesca,” he said, pushing her away ever so gently and standing up. “No dick for you tonight.
“You will learn something about me, Francesca. I do not spank for punishment. I do it to give pleasure. Bad girls, who do not follow orders, get no dick, nor do they get an orgasm other than the one they stole from their Master.”
“I didn’t steal it!”
“We’ll discuss that this weekend,” he said, sniffing as if in disdain. “I live in the top floor of the south tower at Mr. Oliver’s. Be there at noon on Friday. We will spend Friday, Saturday and Sunday together.”
“No,” she said as he walked toward the door. “I won’t do it.”
“Yes, you will. And if you’ve had an orgasm, other than one produced by a sub, I’ll know it. In other words, don’t let your fingers do the walking, and keep your vibrators stored away. You won’t be able to lie to me. See you Friday, sweet Francesca. I look forward to tasting more of your pussy.”
He left before she could reply, and as she stared
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