“Yes, sir,” she whimpered, jiggling her ass.
He pulled on the plug, withdrawing it to the tip, then plunging it back in. She easily accommodated the plug. She was ready for the next size, and probably the one after that—her training was progressing well. In a matter of days, he would be in her ass, fucking it hard.
“Good girls get rewards. Are you a good girl?” he asked sweetly.
“Yes, sir,” she claimed with pride.
It wasn’t the correct response. Time for a lesson in yielding control.
He smacked her ass hard and she jolted, lifting her head off the pillow. “I am good,” she countered. “I’ve worn that thing all day for you.”
“Do you get to decide if you’re good or not?” He knelt behind her and continued to tease her slit and asshole as she squirmed. The tattoos were black and appeared raised, she was so close, so near to completion.
“No, sir,” she said swiftly. He rocked his hips against her bottom and she moaned. His hardness protruded and she’d felt it.
He grinned. “No, you don’t. So are you a good girl?”
“If it… pleases you… sir,” she panted. “I will try to be good for you.”
A better answer. “It pleases me to play with you and watch you come. It pleases me if you come when I command it.” He released his erection, freeing it from its constraints. The head of his cock rested on one of the faint stripes he’d laid across her ass earlier.
“I can’t,” she stammered. “I can’t wait…”
He fisted his shaft and pumped it hard. He kept stroking its length, drawing the erection out until his balls tightened. With one hand buried deep in her hair, drawing her head up so he could see her face, and the other working his cock, he readied himself to come.
“This is what pleases me,” he said. He spurted liquid over the tattoo. The white cum splattered over the tattoos.
Her face reddened while her body began to shake. She’d lost it. It wasn’t necessary to touch her ass or tickle her clitoris; all he’d needed to do was come on her.
“Now!” he commanded.
The red appeared first, then the orange and finally, a golden yellow spiraled across her back, filling the lines of patterns. The heart shapes, which had been inked among the vines, stood out boldly—she was on fire.
He didn’t let her rest. Pumping the plug back and forth, he fucked her for the duration of her splendid orgasm while underneath he vigorously rubbed her clitoris. She thumped the bed with her fists and arched her back. It pained her, he could tell by the way her face screwed up, but she was also in a state of bliss, too. She would learn to master the combination of the two—pain and pleasure together—until her orgasms were unbearably divine.
Her wobbly knees were collapsing. As she slumped forward, he carefully removed the plug. She lay flat on the bed, her eyes shut and her limbs splayed out in a perfect display of capitulation.
When he returned from using the bathroom, she appeared asleep. He chuckled softly to himself. She needed more stamina if he was to fuck her properly. He’d only come once and was more than capable of achieving multiple orgasms in quick succession, unlike human males.
He tucked his cock out of sight. Taming its hardness was challe
nging. When he covered her body with the blanket, she murmured something. He couldn’t catch the words. On the floor, next to the bed, was the peculiar stuffed creature she liked to hold. He picked it up.
“You want this?”
“Yes, please.” Her droopy eyelids opened a fraction.
“Letting it sleep on the floor is hardly friendly,” he joked.
“He’s an escape artist,” she said.
He handed it to her and she dragged it underneath the blanket.
“Mm, well, don’t get any ideas to do the same. If you continue to be a good girl, you can have free access to the rest of the house, barring my private rooms.”
She opened her eyes wide. “Oh, thank you, sir.” The delight in her charming face was evocative. And infectious.
He backed away from her, feeling the temptation to ravish her rise in his loins.