William cupped her bottom and pulled her up, letting her legs spread around him. A zipper was lowered and his bare rampant cock pressed up against her pussy, then stabbed up inside her, giving relief like nothing else. Lifting her up, William pushed her against the wall of the vestibule and fucked her there, plunging his cock into her quivering pussy over and over whilst she clung onto his shoulders. He was a wicked force of nature, taking her with passion and lust which completely overwhelmed her.
“Is this a good enough incentive for you to come in when I ask you to?” He panted the question, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with every word. “Are you going to be my good little wild pet and not run away anymore?”
Sarah could not cobble together the words, but she moaned her agreement as he pounded into her, fucking her harder and faster. Apparently unsatisfied with the lack of a verbal response, he pulled out and slapped the length of his cock against her pussy lips. It was not a punishment, but it was a tease. She stood there with her legs spread, taking hot slaps of his rod and wishing it was inside her.
“Yes!” She promised. “I'll be good.”
“Good.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and took her down to the ground, flipping her so she was on hands and knees. Her bottom received a stinging slap and then he was back inside her, pushing his cock deep inside her bare pussy until they both came in a hard, fast crescendo which left her whimpering obedience against the soft carpet.
Four
The next day, Sarah noticed something different about the house. “The purple...” She pointed toward the windows.
“I turned the force fields off,” he said. “Because I trust you not to leave the house without me.”
“I can't ever go into the city alone?” Sarah didn't think that was very fair. There were all sorts of people wandering around the city all the time. Why shouldn't she be one of them?
“You're a pet,” William said. “And the other citizens will treat you as such. I doubt you will take kindly to that, and I do not want to have to pick you up from the kennels.”
“Kennels?”
“Where strays are taken,” he waved a dismissive hand. “Don't worry about that. Just promise me you won't go out without me.”
“I wonder what the city is like at dawn,” she said, changing the subject. She had every intention of going out without William. Going out with him would mean behaving herself like a good little pet. That was not what she had in mind. What she had in mind involved exploring the city a great deal more intimately than William would probably have liked. She would not stick to the highways and byways and markets and whatever else they might have in the manner of public spaces. She wanted to see how citizens lived inside their homes. Were they all like William's?
A shadow fell over her and two strong fingers slipped below her chin, lifting her head toward his so that their gazes met.
“If you betray my trust in this, not only will I put the force fields back in place, I will lash your bottom until the idea of walking seems unpleasant.”
He was using his serious voice and his serious face. A double dose of serious.
“I understand,” she said softly. It seemed to mollify him. She did understand. She understood that if he caught her out of the house without him, there would be trouble. But there were many ways to sneak out of the house without being noticed now that the many balconies and windows were unshielded. If she were to put her mind to it, he need never know that she was out.
“Sarah...” There was warning in his tone. “I can see you plotting, girl.”
“Oh, you have a machine that lets you read my thoughts?”
“I don't need a machine,” he said, his cheek dimpling as he smiled wryly at her. “You don't hide your thoughts very well. Every one of them is written on your face.”
“Just because I'm not some emotionless, expressionless citizen doesn't mean I'm planning something.”
“Mhm. Just you mind that warning,” he tapped her gently on the nose. “I have some ministry work to do today, so I'll be in my office. You can amuse yourself in the holochamber, or practice reading.”
Neither option appealed to Sarah overly, but she did not protest. She had a different agenda. An agenda which involved skipping out the nearest window and exploring the city from which she had been so strictly forbidden.
She picked up a book and pretended to read. None of the symbols made any sense to her, for she had not paid any attention to any of the lessons William had given. Reading seemed to her to be a complete waste of time. Why would anyone want to decrypt the thoughts of another person through small, dark marks? Small mouth noises were troublesome enough.