“You need to serve me, Lisa,” Dominic told her. Lisa knelt on the cool floor. Her pussy wept with desire. Her hands were bound behind her back. Her tits rose and fell with each indrawn breath.
“I only ever want to serve you, Master.”
“That’s a good girl. You disobeyed me today. When you agreed to be mine you promised I’d share every release you wanted. Today you climaxed without my help. What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. The sweet release had been a joy for her to behold. Never before had she climaxed by her own hand. She'd always had to endure the need of pain or force. This time she’d chosen to climax and she’d brought herself to release.
“I want you to understand, Lisa. I’m not punishing you because you found release. I’m very proud you have managed after all this time to find fulfilment by no other means than your hand.”
Lisa felt a wave of pleasure coarse through her from his words.
“I’m going to punish you because I wanted to be th
ere to watch as you brought yourself sexual gratification by your own hands. You didn’t let me watch your freedom, Lisa, and now you’ll have to pay the price.”
Far from being scared, Lisa anticipated the punishment. In her mind she’d reached a beautiful release and knew she would be able to do it again and again. Any punishment she met would be well-deserved. She’d both pleased and disappointed her Master.
“I’m going to give you ten lashings with my belt. You’re not to come. Do you understand?”
“I understand, Master.”
“Good. Get on the bed and on your knees.”
Lisa kept her gaze firmly on the ground as she moved to the bed. She climbed to the center and kept her ass up and her head down.
She heard him unbuckle his belt with the faintest sound of the tinkle of metal. Her excitement increased. The cream of her pussy began leaking out and spreading over the tops of her thighs. This day had become a victory of huge proportions. The bed dipped and moments later his hands ran over the curve of her ass.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” he said. His fingers ran through her dripping slit and passed over her cunt to press the tips against her puckered anus. “I think you’ll be ready for me to fuck this ass soon.”
She moaned. The thought of him taking her up the ass turned her on more than she’d have liked.
“I want you to count for me.”
“Yes, Master.”
The leather of the belt came down striking her left ass cheek. She cried out.
“One.”
“One, what?”
“One, Master.”
He struck her again and again until the punishment was complete.
“I’m going to treat you now. I want to feel your cunt ripple as you come and you won’t refuse me.”
Master gripped her hips and turned her onto her back. Lisa stared up at the man who owned her heart. He’d given her so much in the short time they’d been together. The trust she felt with him she could never experience with another person.
He forced her to watch as his naked cock slid between her pussy lips, her cream flooding and coating his thick member.
Lisa held on as he penetrated her body, her heart and soul. Her entire being was surrounded by the man above her and in her arms.
Laura closed the book. Her heart pounding and her pussy wet and dripping. Did Dean crave submission? She didn’t have a clue and she wouldn’t judge him. Just because he wrote about it didn’t mean he was into it.
She took her empty plate downstairs and thought about getting her own place. When she got an apartment of her own, she wouldn’t be forced to hide her books. She’d be free to come and go as she chose.
The book lay under her covers and she read into the early hours of the morning. The book was addictive. As she lay in bed, she touched herself, just a tentative touch. She’d played with herself many times, but this time felt different, as if she was seeking something more than a release. After a time she stopped. She couldn’t find what she was searching for.