I don’t think he even realized that he was no longer frowning and that haunted look had left his eyes. Of course all my petulant pouting got him hot and bothered and I found myself spread out amidst the dishes with his mouth clamped onto my kitty.
19
Master Brax
Huh! That was very nicely done of her. She distracted me from my thoughts so easily it was a few minutes before I even caught on. The question now was why did she? Things had changed between us yes; it was all part of the plan from the beginning, to get her to accept her fate. But there was something else going on between us. It was as if the lines were no longer blurred, but were now entirely gone.
There was no contrivance in her actions. No sense that she was playing me for her own gains. She was just simply trying to bring me back to where we were before the interruption.
I had the insane urge to ask her how she felt about me, about us. That was something I hadn’t seen coming. It smacked of vulnerability, something that I’ve never been. But of course I didn’t ask. Instead I let her distract me with her childish antics, so cute.
There was one other side affect of her little show; it made me hard as fuck. I knew she was sore, I’d seen it when I was down on my knees eating her out in the shower, and had told myself to ease off lest I hurt her, but I needed her. I needed to erase the bad taste in my mouth that the presence of the old man at my door had left.
Without warning I laid her back on the table after shoving the dishes out of the way and buried my head between her thighs. Her pussy was sweeter than all the exotic fruit I’d ordered just to impress her. When my tongue was inside her I didn’t think of anything or anyone else but her.
Her taste had the power to erase all else from my mind, and if she knew that, the power would shift. Somehow I don’t feel powerless though, she makes me feel strong, like all the old fears could be overcome with her. But how could that be?
If true, it could cause trouble down the road. A sub wasn’t supposed to hold such a high place in her master’s affections, that place was reserved for a wife, children. A little voice warned that it might be too late.
I put it away for now and just enjoyed the taste of her. When her pussy under my mouth was no longer enough I picked her up from the table and took her to my bed where I put her on her hands and knees before me and drove into her.
With her newly awakened pussy I should’ve taken more care, but the need to possess, to dominate, was too strong. I wrapped one hand around her throat holding her neck at an upward angle, while the other fisted in the hair at her nape pulling her head back. This caused a deep arch in her back, which tilted her ass higher in the air, giving me total access to her sweet tight cunt.
This is how I fucked her, going deeper into her belly than before. And when she cried out I covered her mouth from above and behind and kept up my punishing pace into her. “You’re mine, only mine, always. Say it.” I squeezed her throat and released her mouth long enough to let her breathe and answer me.
“Yes master; I’m yours.” For the longest while all that could be heard was the slap-slap-slap of our bodies coming together as I pounded her pussy unmercifully. “Cum for me princess.”
20
Alyssa
Welp, I guess my little distraction at the breakfast table hadn’t worked, or maybe it worked too well? I’m not sure. I laid on the bed when he climbed off of me breathing hard enough to rattle my chest. What was that? What just happened?
I followed his perfectly toned body with my eyes as he walked naked across the room. His ass truly was a work of art. I knew sometimes he left me to go to a gym that was somewhere in the house because he’d come back all sweaty and pumped, and boy was it worth it.
He was tall, much taller than I, with wide shoulders that weren’t too broad and tapered down to an eight pack, and thighs that looked like an athlete’s, lithe and hard.
I know how hard those thighs are, I’ve been over them enough since he seemed to prefer them to the spanking bench when he’s heating up my ass. Couldn’t think about that now though, there was something else on my horizon. The great Braxton Stanford had lost his shit. Just who the hell was at that door?
Princess? He’s never called me anything but pet or Alyssa. And though my body felt like it had been pummeled by a battering ram, his touch had lit me on fire and that word from his lips had made my kitty very happy. A princess was better than a pet surely.
“Come along princess let’s get you cleaned up and then we’ll go.” I smiled secretly behind his back and tried to roll out of bed. I cried out at the sting between my thighs and he was instantly there.
“Open your legs, let me see what I did to you.” My face went up in flames but I eased my sore thighs open. He stood over me and pushed my legs wider as he inspected me. “Fuck.” My eyes widened at his outburst. I’d never heard the stalwart Mr. Stanford use such colorful language, not even when I’d been pushing his buttons in the beginning.
He lifted me from the bed, the arms that had just restrained me now so gentle I could cry. “Does it hurt Princess? Of course it does. I’ll take care of you.” He leant over and kissed my kitty and believe it or not the pain did go away.
He headed into the bathroom but instead of the rushed shower I was expecting he sat me on the closed toilet seat on a cloud soft towel before turning the water on in the tub. When it was full and he’d tested the temp, he lifted me into the water and knelt at the side to wash me.
I watched him in amazement as he took his time, cleaning every inch of me, being especially gentle with my kitty. By the time he was through there was a whole other kind of pain between my thighs and I tried to show him without words.
I lifted one leg and ran it along the lip of the tub, spreading myself open beneath the bubbles to that they cleared away leaving a clear view to the kitty. I raised my breasts from beneath the suds where they’d been hiding. “Behave yourself, I can’t take you again. You wouldn’t walk for a week.”
I pouted but said nothing, just kept sending out messages with my body. He finally got frustrated with my efforts and dragged me out of the tub. My heart raced because I thought for sure I was going to have my way, but instead he dried my body briskly before marching me back to the bedroom. One of these days I’m going to shake that control of his.
He chose a nice little sundress with spaghetti straps and a fitted bodice that flared from the waist down and fell to just below my knees. I’d never owned anything like it, so soft and pretty, and I kept running my hands over it as I waited for him to get dressed.
The sandals were also of better quality than my dad could afford and I knew they had cost him a pretty penny. Once he was done getting himself together he went to a drawer and came back to me where I sat waiting at the table.
“Give me your hand.” I lifted my hand and he wrapped a silk ribbon around it and tied a perfect bow. I was about to ask what it was for when he produced a thin chain and hooked it onto the ribbon at my wrist before attaching it to something around his own arm that was hidden under his sleeve.
He’d in essence leashed me, he was in control, but somehow instead of feeling owned, I felt cherished. He messed with my hair, fixing it around my shoulder until I realized he was exposing his mark on my neck. I sometimes forget it’s there, unless he’s biting into it while fucking me from behind. Or sometimes when I sit at his feet while he reads over my daily lesson, he’d run his hand absently back and forth over it.
Now instead of the anger I felt in the beginning at having his mark on me, something that I could never remove, I felt proud. What the hell has he done to me? “Ready Princess?” He kissed my nose and headed out of the room, that chain making sure I stayed close.
Master Brax
I know I’m probably confusing the hell out of her with the name change, I’d confused myself as well, but somehow it fits. Besides, she was mine to do with as I please and if I wanted my pet to become my princess then so be it. It was the reasons behind it that left me
a little baffled. I didn’t know why I felt the sudden change inside. I’ve fucked plenty females in my past, had subs since I was a teen. Not once have I ever felt the need to change their status in my life.
At least thinking about her took my mind off the other for now. Besides, she’d just lost her virginity the day before and that was something to be celebrated. Since she was mine, it was my responsibility to see to it.
I organized an impromptu picnic. Remembering her joy that day at the stream, I thought it would be the perfect spot for her first outing in weeks. I could sense from her sneak peeks at me that she had a lot of questions, but her training had taught her enough that she kept her lips shut.
If at some point I wanted to have that discussion I’ll be the one to open the door. Since I had already come up with a solution to my problem there was really no need for her to know any of it. It would only scare her needlessly, and besides there was nothing she could do about the situation. It was all on me.
I felt her excitement rising as we headed towards the stream. She held her face up to the sun like a prisoner on work relief and the smile on her face said it all. Her arm swung between us like a little kid and I had a quick vision of a child, our child. I almost stumbled over my own two feet the thing was so real.
I felt my heart beat in my ear as my mind sought to hold onto the sight. We were here, she and I and this little angel with her hair and eyes. Wishful thinking or was it a premonition? She looked over at me as if sensing the change. I wrapped my pinky finger around hers as we walked to the water’s edge.
I had to unhook us to spread the blanket and place the basket of food and the cooler down, but as soon as it was done I clipped the chain back onto the ribbon and sat her next to me. “You like it here.” She nodded and looked at me with a slight sheen of tears in her eyes.
“How did you know?” There was a frog in her throat and I realized that it was more than just the place, but the fact that she was allowed outside after being locked away for so long. I promised myself that I would put that look on her face everyday if I could.
“I saw you here once.” She sucked in her breath and her face reddened in that cute way she has. It amazes me that after all I’d done to her and had her do to me she could still blush like a schoolgirl. She looked toward the water wistfully and I fought my natural instinct to keep her close. “You want to play in the water?”
“May I?” Like a child expecting a most wanted gift. How could I deny her something she found so much joy in? Besides, as I’d noted that day, hardly anyone ever came here and since it was between my place and her old home no one would trespass.
I slipped the dress off her shoulders myself and released her so she could go frolic in the water. I watched her as she played like a child, laughing and dancing in the water the way she’d been doing the first time I laid eyes on her.
That feeling I got that day, did I somehow know we would be here? When I sensed that change did I know it would lead to this? I let her have her fun, her body teasing me from afar until I missed having her near me. “Come to me.” I didn’t yell but she heard me anyway.
She tread her fingers through the water as she walked slowly towards me, her eyes never leaving mine. I held my hand out to her and was amused and pleasantly pleased when she dropped to her knees at the edge of the blanket and crawled to me. “Yes master?” Such a cock tease!
“Undress me.” She looked around as her face heated. “Here?” She looked around again before looking back at me. “Yes here.” She bit her lip and her hands shook as she pulled my zipper down and took my cock out.
“Take me into your mouth.” Those few minutes of watching her had wet my appetite and I was already hard as a rock with a little bead of pre-cum gathered on the head of my cock. She shook her head and sat back on her heels.
“What if someone comes by?” I just looked at her without saying a word, waiting for her to come to her damn senses on her own. She got to her feet and started to turn away back to the water.
“You take one more step…” She stopped and looked back over her shoulder at me.
“Get back here.” She came back to me but still wouldn’t do as I ordered.
“I said take me into your mouth Princess.” That stubborn streak that had been missing for the last few days reared its ugly head and my anger grew. I pulled her to me until we were eye to eye. “You do not deny me ever. If I want to fuck you on top of the Eiffel tower in the middle of the day then that’s my right.”
I fisted her hair in my hand and led her mouth down to my cock. “Open.” I had to tug harder to get her to obey but she finally did. A hard slap on her ass got her moving and two fingers in her pussy soon made her forget where she was. I enjoyed her mouth, but the mood had changed. She could not be allowed to disobey me in anyway, especially now. If I let her get away with even the slightest infraction, it could all go wrong.
I pulled my fingers from her pussy when I felt her tighten. She made a sound around my cock, no doubt begging to cum. When I came in her mouth minutes later it was cold and detached. The thought of what could happen to her if she disobeyed me in the wrong thing had taken over my mind.
I zipped up as she sat back and wiped the corner of her mouth. I pulled her dress back over her head wordlessly and chained our hands back together. “Can’t we stay a little longer? We’ve only just got here.” She actually tugged at her arm. I bit back the harsh words, knowing that my anger wasn’t solely because of her slight disobedience, but because of the old man’s return.
I didn’t speak to her all the way back though that didn’t keep her from complaining every step of the way. Unbeknownst to her she was just adding to her punishment with every word.
I dragged her into the house and up the stairs, grateful when we didn’t run into anyone. She didn’t catch on to how much trouble she was in until I walked to the spanking bench and stopped once we reached the room and I’d unhooked her hand from mine.
“Strip!” I turned to find her standing just where I’d left her. She started backing up right away, only adding fuel to the fire.
“If you run you will only make things worse for yourself. Come here.” She shook her head but stopped moving backwards. I folded my arms and watched her, waiting her ass out. Oh she was going to get it.
I would never really let my anger get the best of me in a situation like this. I’d never want to cross that line in my head and do her real harm; it would destroy me. But if she defied me one more time, I knew things could go very badly for her.
There was something else bothering me. If she went for the door I’d know that it had all been an act, and that she’d really learned nothing; that I’d failed. The thought was like a heavy burden on my heart.
She took first one step forward and then another and I breathed easy again. She dropped the dress but wasn’t too happy about doing it and made sure I knew it. Spoilt! I didn’t strap her down this time but sat on the bench and pulled her down across my lap.
I didn’t use my hand, but chose a paddle instead. My hands are for lesser mishaps, today she had outwardly defied me and I knew it was because she thought I’d grown soft. That my calling her my princess meant that she could get away with shit.
Either that or like every female on the planet she thought that because I took her that meant I was going to go easy now. Fat chance. The opposite was true. Now that I’d had her, I was going to be even more of the bastard she likes to call me under her breath.
I gagged her because I didn’t want to hear her cries or pleas and because she wasn’t worth my words right now. She jumped at the first hard slap to her ass and tried to roll off my lap. I brought my hand down hard again in the same spot and she bucked and thrashed until I had to hold her still with one hand while raining blows down on her ass with the other.
She squealed around the ball gag in her mouth as tears flowed freely down her face. My hand stung after ten swats to each cheek so I knew she’d had enough and when I looked down at the damage
I knew that I was right. Too bad for her I wasn’t done with her little ass yet.
She’d chosen the wrong time to disobey me. A few days ago I would’ve taken the time to explain things more clearly, though she had been taught time and again that she was never allowed to deny me anything. I’d planned to fuck her outside, and she’d messed that up as well. But more importantly her disobedience could spell danger for her, until I got her out of here.
Once I got her to my home she would have a little more freedom. Not much, but at least she would have the run of the whole house instead of being confined to a suite of rooms.
I stood her up on her feet and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the St. Andrew’s cross. Her eyes were wide and wild as I strapped her wrists and ankles before moving onto her waist. The last time she’d been on here she’d been facing the other way and her ass had taken a whipping that had taken three days to heal.
She didn’t realize that there was another use for this device but she’d soon find out that that whipping would soon fade in comparison to what I had in store for her.
Once she was well and truly bound I caught her face in my hand and covered her pussy, my pussy with my hand. “You do not ever say no to me. This belongs to me, if I want to take it I will whenever, wherever, however…”
She screamed around the gag and shook her head. I walked over to the table where I keep her toys and studied the different clamps I had laying there. I chose the ones I wanted and went back to her.
Her nipples were already hard from her spanking and there was pussy juice on her inner thighs. I’d expected that, that is why her punishment wasn’t over. She’d grown to like getting her ass spanked, but usually her cries and pouts would make me cave and fuck her to comfort her afterward. Not this time.
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