Page 49 of Requiem

Her reply is barely audible. “Yes, Sir.”

My tongue snakes out and gently runs along the shell of her ear while I coax her nipples, pulling them and rolling them until they are elongated, little pink peaks.

A gasp from Lisa.

“Do you like to be dominated?” I whisper, now moving to nibble on her ear.

“Oh, yes, Sir,” she replies enthusiastically.

“Good thing, bitch. Because I’m going use you for my satisfaction only, do you understand?”

She nods her assent.

“Answer me!” I demand loudly, giving her left nipple a cruel pinch at the same time.

“Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir. I am happy to satisfy you,” she stutters out in a voice that’s suddenly edged with fear. Or anticipation. Probably both.

I allow my right hand to leave the sanctuary of her warm, supple flesh and use it to reach down between her legs from behind. My fingers explore her roughly. I run my fingers along the top of her clit, giving it a nudge that makes her back arch involuntarily. Then they make their way down to her entrance, now sopping with her excitement. I dip first one, then two fingers into her tight channel and she whimpers.

“You’re so wet, Lisa. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she moans without hesitation.

I pump my fingers in her while thumbing her bud and tweaking her nipple and I feel her knees go weak. I stop abruptly and pull my hand away, grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around roughly. I tilt her chin up so my eyes can bore into hers.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright, Lisa,” I inform her coolly with a smile that curls the corners of my lips. “I’m going to fuck you all night long. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight and then I’m going to fuck you some more. And you are not to come unless I give you permission. Do you understand?”

Her pupils have become so large that her brown eyes appear to be black in the lowlight of the room.

“Yes, Sir. I understand,” she whispers.

Oh, I think I’m going to like this.

“Good. Then undress me so we can get started.”

With trembling hands, she unbuttons my shirt and pulls it out of my pants. She has to stand on her toes to push it from my shoulders, stretching her chest in front of me as she does. I reach out and pinch her left nipple hard. She gasps and blinks hard, but continues her work, moving on to help my t-shirt up and over my head. I see her staring at my bare chest.

“Do you want to touch me?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.

“Too bad, bitch. You touch me when I tell you to. I’m waiting for you to take off my pants.”

“Yes, Sir,” she repeats, her fingers nimbly working the buckle of my belt open and pulling it through the loops.

I watch to see what she’ll do with it, waiting to chastise her if she drops it to the floor. But she doesn’t. Lisa lovingly handles the stretch of leather as she lays it out on the bed.

“Good girl,” I murmur, taking her face into my hands when she’s facing me again. I crush her soft pink lips with my mouth, using my tongue to explore her. She breathes deeply, and a little sigh escapes from her throat. I push her roughly back by her shoulders and her head bows down again.

“May I continue, Sir?”

“Yes.”

She resumes the task at hand, unbuttoning my pants and pulling the zipper down. Her hands brush against my erection in the process. Fuck, this is hot! The pants ease off of my hips and hit the floor around my ankles. She drops to her knees and cradles my bare right foot, lifting it and slipping it free from the pant leg. The process is repeated with the other foot and I’m left standing in my boxer briefs with a gorgeous young woman (from the neck down, anyway) on her knees in front of me. Slowly, she hooks her fingers into the waistband and tugs my underwear down, inch by inch, until my cock springs free. I hear her gasp and it makes me smile. Yes, she’s quite good at this, but she’s going to have to work a little harder to get another compliment out of me.

I step out of the underwear and look down on Lisa’s head below me. Her dark hair hangs straight and shiny around her head as she keeps her face downcast to the floor close to my feet. I grab a fistful of it and pull it taut, not enough to hurt her, but enough to bring her slowly to her feet. Sure, I could have her service me, but I’m looking for a different kind of a thrill. I don’t get to play this game often, and I’m going to milk every second of it.

“Alright, get on the bed, on your back and hold onto the headboard.”