Page 72 of Silver

Silver

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“We should celebrate,” I tell my precious girl as soon as I walk in the door on Friday afternoon.

She’s at her desk, and she spins around to face me, smiling. She’s so fucking adorable in her panties and tank that she takes my breath away every time I see her.

“What are we celebrating?” she asks, clapping her hands in front of her. Her tits bounce, making my cock hard. Granted, everything she does makes my cock hard.

I amble toward my desk and drop my satchel next to it before strolling in her direction. When I reach her, I grab her around the waist, lift her off her chair, and sit her on top of her papers on the desk.

She giggles, a sound I don’t hear often enough. That’s my fault. I’m always so hard on her. It’s also because I get off on making her cry. But I’m finding I like this carefree side of her, too. I should make sure to draw both out of her. Tears are nice, but her laughter will give her some balance.

When she sets her palms on my shoulders and wraps her legs around my waist, I slide my hands up her torso, letting my thumbs tease her nipples. “It’s our one-week anniversary,” I tell her, smirking. I’m not a sappy guy, but this seems like a big deal, plus I suspect pointing things like this out might please my girl.

She grins. “I guess it is. One week ago, you marched to the back of the stage at that strip club and dragged me out of there like a recalcitrant child.”

“Would you describe yourself any other way, naughty girl?”

She shrugs, still lighthearted. Lighter than I usually see her. My fault entirely. “I suppose not.” She boldly sets her palms on my chest and smooths them up and down my pecs. At times like these, I’m grateful for the years I’ve been working hard to stay fit. She likes my body. I know because she stares and drools every time I have my shirt off. Though I suppose I can’t count the times she’s got a bit in her mouth.

I tug on her braid, forcing her head back. “You were thirty seconds from letting dozens of strangers see what’s mine and only mine,” I reprimand, making sure I don’t sound too harsh and ruin the moment.

She rolls her eyes, the brazen little hussy. Under normal circumstances, I would flip her over and spank her ass for that. And maybe I will. But first, I’m enjoying the banter. “How could I know that at the time, though, Master. You hadn’t informed me of your ownership yet,” she sasses.

I smirk again. I like this side of her. A lot. But I’m not going to let her insolence go unpunished. “It would seem you need your pretty ass spanked this afternoon to remind you not to be so cheeky.”

She sits taller and shrugs. “Maybe I like it when you spank me.”

At that challenge, I bend down a few inches, plant my shoulder against her stomach, and lift her into the air.

She squeals adorably as I carry her to the bed like a caveman. I drop her unceremoniously onto the mattress before dragging her to the edge and stripping her panties off her body.

She’s on her back, grinning and panting as I spread her legs. I bend over to inspect her. I’ve been shaving her pussy every few days, and I like to make sure her skin isn’t irritated. With a quick slap to her swollen folds, I order, “Flip over, little slut. Present your bottom to me, on your elbows and knees, ass in the air.”

She quickly obeys me, which pleases me. It’s rare for her to hesitate anymore. Her obedience is impressive.

After stepping to the side, I set a palm on the small of her back and push her tank up a few inches. Without further hesitation, I swat her cheek hard enough to make her teeth rattle as she sways.

I prefer not to give my girl a warm-up. It’s not necessary. When she needs a spanking, it’s better to get right to it. Plus, I love how stunned she gets from the surprise of the initial impact. I spank her hard and fast, not giving her time to rest in between slaps until my palm hurts and her bottom is bright red.

When I’m done, she lifts her head. “Thank you, Master.”

I lower my face to her heated cheeks and plant a kiss on each one. “You’re welcome, precious. Now, how about you spend some time centering yourself while I go prepare our dinner? Afterward, I have a surprise for you.”

She winces as she turns over and sits on her sore ass. “Is that how we’re celebrating, Sir? With your surprise?”

“Yes.” I grab her biceps, bend, and kiss her. Kissing is not something I’ve ever done with any other woman. She’s the first. It always seems so unnecessary and too intimate. Even when I’ve fucked women in the past, I’ve never kissed them.

Our first kiss wasn’t planned. It just sort of happened, and it felt nice. Plus, I like the way she moans when my lips are on hers. So I’ve started kissing her all the time. At every opportunity, I press my lips to hers. It makes her smile, so I’ll keep doing it, but I haven’t made a grand gesture of kissing her senseless yet.

I step back. “You know what to do while I’m gone.”

“Yes, Sir.” She pulls her shirt over her head and tips her neck back, presenting it to me.

After grabbing her collar from the nightstand, I attach it. The permanent necklace is always there. The pendant hangs below the collar. I often find her fingering it absently while she’s studying, just like I suggested. I’m glad she finds it comforting. That was one of my goals.

My girl has come so far in one week that she slides to the floor without hesitation and crawls toward the kennel. Her reaction to the cage has changed one-hundred-and-eighty degrees. She no longer winces or whimpers when it’s time to enter it. She obediently crawls inside and assumes the proper position.