“I’ll scream,” she threatened.
With a smile, I said, “Oh, I hope you do.”
I brought my hand down to her pussy and cupped her heat in my palm. She gasped, and her eyelids fluttered which had my cock twitching in anticipation for more.
“When you resisted a member of the Order the other night, you could have really fucked things up for the both of us. If he was an Elder, or wanted to make more of an issue, you and I could have been forced to face whatever consequences they came up with, or even risked failing the Initiation all together. I don’t know about you, sugar, but I’m not in this for my health. This hellhole isn’t exactly my idea of paradise. We’re here for an end goal, and your bratty self is not going to ruin it.”
Slapping her pussy, I then thrust my finger inside of her, pumping it slow and steady. She cried out but didn’t fight off the intrusion in any way.
Releasing her wrists from above her head, I used my now free hand to caress her breast as I finger fucked her into submission. I could still see the fire in her eyes, but she no longer attempted to fight me off.
“You’re wet,” I said, loving how quickly her body responded to my touch. “Dripping.”
She didn’t reply but closed her eyes and parted her lips instead. Her pussy clenched around my finger as her breathing sped up.
“Do you want to cum on my hand, princess? Coat my finger with your cream?”
Her gasps of air turned to soft moans, and she began to meet my finger pumping with her own gyrating. I added a second finger and stopped moving my hand. I scissored them, spreading her hole as I coated them with her intense arousal. Pulling out of her, I chuckled as she moaned out in disappointment.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Keep going.”
Flipping her around so her breasts were up against the wall, I slapped her ass hard. “You aren’t in control, Portia. You don’t get to tell me what to do. It’s that attitude that will get you in trouble and force me to clean up your mess.” I took hold of her hair and yanked her head back. “Put your hands on the wall.”
She did as I commanded without hesitation. Still holding her hair, I spanked her again, and again, loving how she remained in position the entire time.
I didn’t mind the fight, but I fucking loved the surrender.
Taking advantage of the fact that my fingers were still coated with her juices, I brought them to her anus and pressed hard. I didn’t breach fully, but definitely made my presence there noticeable. Portia tensed, but still didn’t break her position.
I tugged on her hair as I inserted one finger even further into her ass. She whimpered but didn’t fight. Inch by inch, I eased my finger in until I was firmly rooted in her ass.
“Time for us to go on our morning walk,” I said as I released her hair.
All I would need to leash my pet was my finger hooked inside of her tight little asshole.
“Sully…” she gasped out.
“Let’s walk over to the window and see the damage you caused.” I pushed her forward with my hand, driving my finger even deeper inside of her tight asshole. I kept it angled like a hook so I had full control of her body.
Portia gingerly began to walk, raising on her tiptoes when the movement caused my finger to go even deeper inside of her ass. She didn’t stop, however, but continued toward the window.
“That’s right. Keep walking,” I praised, enjoying how her ass cheeks caressed my wrist with her slow stride. “Let’s go see what your naughty ass did to the grounds of the Oleander. I’m sure the staff are going to love you.”
“I’m sorry,” she said as I pressed her up against the glass of the window to look down. “I hadn’t intended on forcing someone else to clean up the mess.”
“Maybe I should force you to clean it up with my finger still planted inside your ass,” I suggested.
She tensed but didn’t say a single word.
Pulling my finger out, only to shove it back in, I began finger fucking her ass. She mewled in such a way I considered shoving my cock where my finger was, but I needed to stay focused on what my intention of this morning was all about.
Portia Collins needed to release the control.
“Let’s go over some rules,” I began. “First rule is I don’t do mornings. But if you let me fucking sleep to a normal hour, and stop flitting about making noise before the sun is even fully out, I’ll make a promise to get up and take you on your run. Second rule is you are going to stop sleeping on the damn floor. I may be an asshole, but the Southern gentleman inbred in me hates it. You’ll sleep in the bed with me regardless of how you feel about it. And third rule is you stop fighting me on every single thing. I know this world. I fucking hate it, but I understand it. You don’t. You’re going to have to trust me. So, when I tell you to jump, you simply ask how high. Are we clear on the rules?”