In the bedroom, I laid her on one end of the bed, bending down to take one of her nipples in my mouth and sucking before moving to the other one.
‘Okay, tonight you’re going to touch yourself.” I walked around to the other end of the bed. Her indrawn breath told me she was still battling her shyness, but tonight, I meant to push her until she learned that it was perfectly okay to touch herself no matter what some prude had taught her. She’d done it that day in the restroom because I’d ordered her to. Now, I wanted her to feel free to want to touch herself without the guilt.
“Raise your knees and spread your legs so I can look at your pussy.” I left her dressed in the short skirt and revealing shirt but removed all my clothing as I reclined on the opposite end of the bed across from her.
Her legs went up and out as her face heated up. I took my leaking cock in hand and stroked once. “Keep your eyes on my hand baby; now reach down and touch your pussy.” Her tongue came out and licked her lips as she watched me stroke my meat.
She was soon fingering her cunt and breathing heavily as she watched me jerk my cock. Pearls of pre-cum gathered at my cockhead and I saw that almost feral look come into her eyes. This was her breaking point, the point at which for the past four days she always faltered.
‘Don’t do it Kitten.’ I thought to myself but it was too late. She flew across the bed and gobbled down my dick, humming and moaning around my cock as she sucked me in deep.
“Off Kitten.” I couldn’t laugh, it would only encourage her, but the way she reacted to my cock was too much. I pulled her head off my dick and she whined. I pointed her back to her side of the bed, slapping her ass as she turned around.
“Close your eyes.” I probably should’ve made her do that in the first place. “Touch your breast while you play with your cunt for me baby.” Her hand came up to fondle her tit while the fingers of the other one played in her pussy.
“I want you to remember that day in the barn with the horses.” She stopped for a second and then carried on. “Can you picture it? Can you remember how you felt?” She nodded her head and her fingers sped up in her cunt.
I jerked my cock harder as I slid over to her so I could whisper in her ear. “Now I want you to imagine me covering you like that, taking you from behind, fucking you deep.”
“Ahhhhh…” She went off like a shot and I wasn’t too far behind. I got to my knees and sprayed my jizz all over her tits, left opened by the shirt, and down to her navel. Even over the fingers that were stuffed in her cunt. She’s going to be the death of me. I was blowing like I’d just ran a marathon.
Pulling her close, I licked her cheek before teasing her lips with my tongue and digging in. Her breathing was just getting back to normal, when I released her lips to start nibbling on her ear.
“You okay?”
“Uhmm; that was intense.”
“I know, let’s go clean up.”
Chapter 19
Even though the sex play was phenomenal, I didn’t want her to think that was all there was to our relationship. There was life outside these four walls, so I chose that weekend to show her part of the city.
Saturday morning, we arose and went through our routine; exercise, breakfast and a shower together. I fingered her to two orgasms while soaping her up, still not letting her get more than a few strokes off my cock before pulling her off.
She stood in the bedroom as I rifled through her clothes for something suitable for her to wear. The weather was changing and it was a little breezier than it had been with the temperature dipping into fall numbers.
I chose a short black leather skirt paired with a black label white button down, and a cashmere sweater to go over it. I hate tights on a woman, but I’d found some crotch-less ones that were perfect for this weather when I’d gone on my shopping spree.
“Wait just a second baby. I have to do something first.” She’d grown so accustomed to the plug in her ass and had taken to it so well, that I decided to change it out for a bigger size. She didn’t know it yet, or maybe she’d suspected. But I was getting her ass ready to take my cock. I also had a nice little surprise for her.
“Come here to me.” I patted the bed where I sat with a towel wrapped around my hips. She reached my side and looked at me questioningly. “Put your leg up here.”
She put her leg up on the bed and I couldn’t resist leaning over and kissing her inner thigh. I retrieved the Ben Wa balls and inserted first one large then one smaller one into her pussy which was still wet from my fingering. Then I pulled the plug from her ass, which caused her some embarrassment before I admonished her.
“Never be ashamed of such things with me Kitten. Isn’t your body mine, hmm?” I massaged her ass as I spoke, running my fingertip back and forth across the puckered rosebud.
“Yes master.”
“Well then, I can do whatever I please with my body now can’t I?”
I placed it aside for her to clean later and inserted the new one after adding the lube to make it easier to slide into her body. Pulling her closer by the globes of her ass, I licked her pussy while placing two fingers inside her.
“Ooh, master that feels so good.”
“Play with your nipples baby.” Her hands flew up to her tits and she squeezed and pulled, her earlier embarrassment forgotten in the heat of passion.
She moved her hips against my mouth and hand grinding her cunt into my face as her pussy juice covered my face. I brought her to the brink and stopped. She was mad enough to skin me but she knew better than to voice her complaint unless she wanted a spanking, or worse yet, no cum. I’d gotten into the habit of rewarding her with cum since I realized she loved it to the point of addiction.
“Get dressed love.” I could see the balls were having an affect on her as she moved around from the way she twitched. It was suggested not to leave them in too long for a beginner but I planned to leave them in all day.
With the plug and the balls, plus the amount of teasing I planned to subject her to during our little outing there was no doubt she’d be ready to fuck. That day was drawing nearer than even she realized. It was almost time for the L.A. trip; I wanted her virgin blood on my cock long before then.
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Our first stop was the MET, not my thing, but she showed an interest and since I was all about pleasing her, it was no skin off my nose. I wasn’t surprised by her fascination with Vermeer. She seemed especially taken with the famous Girl with a Pearl Earring.
I followed her around with a supportive hand in the small of her back as she read the literature and asked me a million questions. Thankfully, my grandmother and mother were sticklers for art and all things cultural, so I was able to answer most of her questions without coming off like a total rube.
Next, I took her over to the special display they had on the splendor and eroticism in imperial Europe. Here, I made sure to touch her more intimately. A hand on her waist, a touch of my lips against her ear, as I whispered some little tidbit about the artists or the pieces she became transfixed by.
I got the best reaction though in the arts of the orient. Here, men and women were more in flagrante in their depictions. Her breathing and the way she clasped my hand tightly in hers, told me the pictures were doing what they were meant to. Inflaming the senses.
“Clench your pussy around the balls Kitten; do it now.” We were stopped in front of a picture of a despot fucking a young girl on her hands and knees while others looked on in differing forms of undress pleasuring themselves. In other words, the onset of a good old fashion orgy!
I felt the strain in her muscles when I laid my hand casually on her ass. Anyone looking would see the loving caress of a man with his woman, nothing too untoward in this day of public displays.
She bit her lip and slumped into me as the climax ran through her. “That was fucking beautiful baby,” I nipped her ear as I rubbed her ass softly before bringing my hand back around her waist, only going a little higher so that I was actually touching the unde
rside of her tit.
“You just came in a roomful of people and no one’s the wiser.” She looked up at me with a look of hunger that had me groaning, and my cock pushing against the zipper of my slacks.
“I want…” Her voice broke and her eyes drifted closed.
“What do you want my Kitten? Whisper it to me.” I turned us so that I was hugging her. Hiding the fact that I was grinding my hard as fuck cock into her pussy through her clothes.
“You please Callan, master I can’t bear it please.”
“Shh, shh, it’s okay.” I looked around for the nearest exit and pulled her along behind me but I had no intentions on leaving.
If I remembered correctly, there was a part of this old museum not open to the public. I’d been there once or twice before, thanks to the grandparents and their philanthropy for some soiree or another when I was younger.
It took some time but I soon found it. The place was so closed off there was hardly any foot traffic on this side of the building. I found an unlocked door and pulled her in behind me. It was some kind of storage closet, I guess. Dark and musky, but it will do for now.
I pushed her back against the door as soon as it closed behind us and lifted her skirt. She spread her legs open to accept my mouth and tongue.
I didn’t play around this time, just sunk my tongue into her pussy going after the balls that were swimming around in her juices. She damn near scalped me as she pulled me into her cunt.
I tongue fucked her as I fucked her ass with the plug, and my shy little farm girl fucked my face and moaned in heat. My cock revolted but I refused to pull it out and stroke, choosing instead to save it for what was coming soon.
“Cum in my mouth.” I tweaked her clit and she flooded my mouth with her juices. I cleaned her up with a handkerchief before getting to my feet and kissing her. “Taste your pussy.”
She licked my face, sucking her own juices off my face. When we exited the room and headed back towards the exhibit, I heard someone call out to me. Turning, I saw someone that looked vaguely but couldn’t place her.
She was a young, twenty-something blonde, who was walking towards us with a predatory smile on her face. She stopped in front of us and in the manner of cold bitches everywhere, as though my woman wasn’t standing right there, ran her finger down my chest.
I looked down at the offensive digit before grabbing it and pushing it away. “I’m sorry do I know you?” She barely spared a glance for Gabriella, who I could feel tensing up beside me. I squeezed her hand to let her know that she was safe. That she had nothing to fear from this female or any other for that matter.
“Oh come on, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already.” She gave Kitten one of those cat that ate the canary looks, before she leaned in close to whisper in my ear. Kitten tried to pull out of my hand I could swear I heard her sob. That pissed me the fuck off.
I pulled back, putting space between us and losing my cool real fucking quick. I might spend my days in the boardroom these days but I’ve spent most of my adult life in the Pit and there was no way that I was soft enough not to know what she was up to. No fucking way this was happening.
“First of all, I don’t remember you, so that says a lot about the impression you made first time around. Second, you’re being real fucking disrespectful to my woman right now and that’s a no-no. Back the fuck off.”
I guess she wasn’t quite expecting that because her eyes widened and she clutched her throat like I was choking her.
“Now, what is it that you want? Did I fuck you somewhere sometime in my past? Sorry if I’m coming off as a dick, but you brought it on yourself. Now back to the question. If I fucked you in a past life, then obviously you weren’t what I was looking for.”
I lifted Kitten and my joined hands and swung them in front of her. “Found it, good day.” I walked away without a backward glance. Any woman who did that shit to another female didn’t deserve my respect.
Kitten was quiet and reserved as we walked along. “I want to go home please.” Her voice was sad with a touch of defiance. I sighed long and hard. Out first disagreement. “No.”
She tugged at her hand and I had to find a wall to back her into. Caging her in, I lowered my face to hers. “You do not want to do this, do you hear me Kitten? I handled it, end of story. Don’t you ever fucking pull away from me again.”
I pulled her away from the wall and headed for the exit. The mood was gone now so there wasn’t any use hanging around. I took her to lunch where she sat and sulked over her salad with a long face.
“Kitten, you’re getting really close to feeling my hand when we get home. I didn’t do anything wrong and I refuse to sit her and be subjected to your silent treatment bullshit like a fucking kid.”
“Did you sleep with her?”
“I don’t fucking know. She doesn’t ring any bells okay. I fucked a lot of women in my life. None of them are sitting here with me right now you are. I can’t go back and unfuck them, so there’s no point in you getting pissed all it’s going to do is piss me the fuck off.”
“How do I know that you didn’t do the same things with them that you’re doing with me? How do I know that this isn’t all just some game? Maybe you and aunt Marion decided to play with the little country hick.” My girl had a temper, who knew? She was pissed I was more pissed.
Now it was my turn to become silent. I reined myself in and took deep breaths. We were in a public place, so I couldn’t very well throttle her ass for being stupid.
“Let’s go you’re done.” I stood from the table and dropped some bills. She had no idea of the danger she was in; my voice had been deceptively calm. I had noticed something in the last few days since her awakening shall we say.
She was becoming more forceful the more I taught her to be confident in herself. I had no idea of some of the thoughts in her head and what she wished she’d done differently had she had a backbone as she tells me she was lacking during her teen years.
It was all good and well for her to grow in confidence, or rather to let that strength that had been hidden in there for so long shine forth. But it was quite another to try that shit with me.
It appeared I was going to have to teach her a real lesson about the dynamics of our relationship. As pissed as I was, I didn’t want to equate spanking with punishment.
I was more looking forward to spanking her ass red before fucking her from pillar to post, though I do know there will be times when I will use it as a punishing tool.
Also, I was never going to hit her while I was this angry. I had enough self-control to know that true discipline for my little submissive called for me to be in total control of her and the situation. I wasn’t feeling very controlled right now. In fact, I wanted to ring her fucking neck.
Trust was a very big thing in relationships such as the one I sought for us to have. We’d discussed that shit at length. Maybe it’s a female thing to lose their fucking minds whenever another female came into the picture. I don’t know, but she’d lost all sense in the blink of an eye.
I reminded myself of my reaction to the whole Josh situation and then reminded myself that the two were not the same. I had in no way encouraged this female whoever she is, but Kitten had been inadvertently flirting with that fuck. Whatever the case, my fucking woman-my fucking rules.
I practically threw her into the car and kept my distance when I joined her in the backseat. I guess by the time we were pulling up to the building, she was coming back to her senses, because she kept sneaking peeks at me while I kept my attention on the scenery out the window. But it was too late for that. There was no way I was letting this shit go.
I didn’t touch her as we walked through the lobby to the private elevator, didn’t touch her in the elevator, no I held myself in check until we were behind closed doors.
That’s when I manhandled her and pushed her back against the wall. I studied her eyes first to see how scared she was or if she was still just pissed.
I wanted he
r scared yes, but not terrified. A bird wouldn’t eat out of your hand if it’s afraid you’d bring it harm now would it? And since she was still in the learning stages, I had to tread carefully.
“You want to repeat that again, what you said back there?” She tried to disappear into the wall. I grabbed her chin with one hand and fisted her hair with the other.
“Look into my eyes; you don’t ever fucking doubt me again.” I shook her a little. “I don’t give a fuck what or who you never doubt my word.
And you definitely never question; do you have any idea how close you are to being hurt?” I took a minute to cool the fuck down because I was angrier than I’d thought.
I felt like we’d lost something in the last couple of hours, something that unraveled a lot of what we had gained in the last week and a half.
“You have anything you want to say to me?”
“I’m sorry.” Her voice though not exactly scared was worried. She was beginning to see the enormity of her fuck up.
“Yeah, and why’s that?” I got closer to her until she could feel my breath on her face.
“Because I…I was wrong?” She said it more like a question than a statement and I wasn’t quite satisfied.
“Not fucking good enough. You signed on the dotted line so that means you’re mine. You don’t get to pull this shit before we even get started and that shit about Marion and I playing you is a fucking insult. Learn something about your man here and now Gabriella.” I spat her name out angrily.
“I’m no fucking little boy to be playing games. You’ve never seen the wrong side of me and I pray you never do but I gotta tell you, you’re real fucking close right now. You make this the last time you question my manhood. Go to your room.”
I didn’t stick around to watch her walk away but headed for my study. Something about that whole thing was fucking with my head. I’m not such a fucking dog that I wouldn’t remember a woman I’d fucked, no matter how long ago it had been.
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