She does as I say, remaining in place without turning around.
“Look at me.”
She spins in place. The hatred has gone from her eyes. There’s something else there, something I can’t work out. Is it lust? Discomfort? What is it?
“That door leads outside,” I tell her. “Go on, get on with it.”
“Can’t I go to the bathroom?”
“You can go on the grass or remain in discomfort. I’ll give you one minute before I lock that door, and you can freeze out there.”
She looks at me like she wants to tell me to go to hell, but then she cracks. I knew she would. She walks over to the door by the window, pulls it open, and walks outside onto the grass. I’m instantly hard at the sight of the sunlight on her skin. Her naked body somehow looks even better out. She ducks out of sight. I count out the seconds, and she reaches fifty before she reappears, her nipples hard as a rock from the cold air out there. “Better?” I ask.
“That was the most humiliating thing I’ve ever done. I hope you’re happy.”
“I’ll be happy if you don’t berate me in my home.”
“I was just trying to talk to you.”
“You chose the wrong method. Resume the position.”
“Do I have to? I’m freezing.”
“Do as you’re told, or you’ll be bending over outside while I let the gardeners come past.”
She walks back to the desk, bending over again. I reach into my pants and pull out my cock, resting it on the valley between her butt cheeks. “You’re right. You are cold.”
“I told you.” Her voice is on edge, as is she. She’s trembling slightly.
I move my cock back and forth, rocking in place for a moment, enjoying my power over her.
I have to move, or I’ll end up fucking her. I kneel down, placing my hand on her pussy, gathering moisture, moving it to her clit, and stroking it lightly. “Does that feel better?” I ask. “Warming you up at all?”
“A little.”
I push a finger into her, stroking her clit simultaneously, biting her ass lightly, drawing a sharp gasp from her.
I push her knees apart, adding a second finger to the first, fucking her with them, teasing her clit the whole time. I take my time, listening as her breathing changes. I keep taking her to the brink and then easing off, not letting her come until she’s moaning with need, pushing her hips back against me.
“Please,” she says at last. “Please, can I come, Sir?”
I stand up, pushing myself straight into her, loving how warm her pussy feels around my cock. “Come for me,” I tell her. “Use your hand to get there.”
She reaches under herself at once, stroking her clit as I thrust deep into her, burying myself all the way in. I lick my finger and then slide it into her ass, sliding an inch in and then out again, drawing shudders of pleasure from her.
It doesn’t take her long. I feel her pussy and ass tighten, and then she groans with relief as her climax finally hits. Her muscles contract around my cock and finger, making me smile as I pull out at once. “On your knees,” I tell her.
She’s barely down before I’m in the back of her throat. I grab her head, running my hands through her hair as she stares up at me, still shaking from her orgasm, her eyes wild, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving.
I slam back and forth, and in a few seconds, it happens. I spurt into her mouth, coating her tongue with my cum. I thrust again, more pouring from me as I stare at her.
“Good girl,” I say, sliding free and stepping back to examine her closely. “You will find clothes in your wardrobe upstairs. Choose something suitable for dinner. You are not to wear panties or a bra. Is that understood?” I push my cock back into my pants as I talk. “You have to earn them back. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now go.”
I watch as she stands up, looking out into the corridor, glancing left and right to see if anyone’s there. My cock twitches to see her running for the stairs, her tits and ass bouncing delightfully. She sprints up them and disappears from sight.