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The bathroom door opened again, the hinges squeaking like the door of a haunted house. I could smell Max’s cologne. The musky scent wrapped around me like a cocoon.
Peering at me with his molten gaze, he removed my hand from between my legs, and one by one, he sucked my fingers, groaning as he did.
Lowering his hand, he slipped two fingers inside me.
“I can’t wait to slam my cock inside your tight little pussy hole, Charli. I can’t wait to fuck you again and again and again.”
I couldn’t stop the moans falling from my lips.
“Shush, pet. We don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing here.”
To keep me quiet, he clamped his palm over my mouth and deftly worked me to a head-spinning orgasm. My cries of pure joy were muffled by his gentle hand clamped over my mouth.
When I had nothing left to give, he put his fingers in my mouth and had me suck them clean. Not one to leave a job unfinished, Max got to his knees. Holding the front of my skirt up, he buried his face between my legs, again muffling my yelps and screams.
His lovely tongue worked my sweet little pink cunt with the skill of a master. It was the right decision to have him train me. I had a hard time imagining him hurting me even in the case of an incurred punishment.
He struck me as the type who knew what he was doing in all things, be it giving pleasure or pain. The line between the two was thin, as I was soon to discover.
He got to his feet and lowered his lips to mine, his breath smelling of my arousal.
“I should spank you. It was very naughty, running out like that. I don’t mind what you were doing, but the way you left was unacceptable. Still, it was my mistake, not yours. I should have seen how excited you were getting. Usually, I’m a lot more sensitive to the needs of my pets. From now on, though, if you pull a stunt like that again, your ass will be the color of a fire truck. Understand?”
He grabbed a handful of my naked ass and squeezed hard.
The feeling was so beautiful it made me squeal and ache and want.
“Yes, Master,” I murmured when I regained my senses.
“Good, Pet.”
With that, he washed his hands and left the bathroom.
I slid down the wall, spread my legs, and brought myself to another soul-shaking orgasm.Chapter 6 - MaxI could still taste her pussy, clean and sweet on my tongue, like delicious candy. I wanted more, so much more, but there would be time enough for that. For the moment, I held myself back.
I savored the thought of being with her again and of taking her virginity. She hadn’t been with a man before—something my time finger fucking her had confirmed. She was so tight. I would help loosen her up and break her in. I would punish her when needed—her plump, curvy ass was in need of a good spanking and she clearly seemed excited about getting one—but I would also help her reach her full potential.
I hadn’t been lying about that. I saw great things for her. If only she could learn to be more refined and less clumsy.
I got dressed in a hurry, not even noticing which suit I took from the closet, and, once dressed, I gave a moment’s thought of taking the car into work. But even I had limits in terms of moral compromise.
“That’s not your Thursday suit,” Elsa said, sounding shocked, looking up me up and down once I arrived at the office.
“It’s not?” I looked down at myself, doing my best impression of befuddled.
“What tie did you bring?” Elsa asked, digging through my backpack, my bike still standing between us.
“I really don’t—”
“Oh, Max,” Elsa groaned, pulling out far and away the ugliest tie I owned.
“It was dark,” I explained.
“Are you actually going to stick with that story?”
“Until my dying day,” I confirmed.
She shrugged.
“Suit yourself.”
Elsa slipped the tie around the collar of my shirt and started on a fancy double-Windsor knot. Her long fingers moving with practiced deftness. I had little doubt she knew about Charli and me. Whether she approved was another matter.
I realized she was younger, but not by much. Just sixteen years. She was nineteen, and I was thirty-six. It was hardly cradle snatching.
I saw our arrangement as a legitimate mentoring opportunity despite my burning desire for her. It was common in the BDSM world. Particularly in certain subsets. While we would do sexual things, it would all be for the greater purpose of nurturing Charli.
“Be gentle with her,” Elsa said as if reading my mind, “she’s delicate, and I don’t just mean her body. I think she’s led a very sheltered and protected life. From what I can gather, her parents were old fashioned and controlling.”
