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“What, Master?” I asked as sweetly as I could, and his smile only grew. He was holding a black bag.
“You’ll wear these when you are cooking.” He said, handing me the bag. With shaking hands, I looked into it. There were vibrating panties and a small glass butt plug. There was also warming lube. I looked at him blankly, and he was tapping his fingers against his leg, waiting for me to say somet
hing.
“Yes, Master…” I managed.
The idea excited me. For the first time, I didn’t want to protest. I was doing something I loved, and there was a small part of me that wanted to do this depraved act. I knew it’d feel good, and yet I also knew that I should fight. I just didn’t have it in me to fight anymore. Not if I’m enjoying myself. I thought with conflicted emotion.
“Good girl.” He purred at me. “Now bend over the counter.” He said, and I did as I was told.
My hands were by the cutting board. I wasn’t wearing anything besides the apron he had given me, and so when his now lubed fingers met my asshole, I shivered trying to stay still. His hand was on my ass cheek, holding me open as he started to work one finger and then two deep inside of me. He pushed his fingers in and out, and my pussy clenched, aching to be full, but I didn’t dare voice such an embarrassing thought.
“God. This makes me want to take you right here and now, but that can wait until after dinner.” He growled before pulling his fingers out, and the cool glass butt plug was pushed against my now lubed ass. It slid in easily until it hit the largest part, and I groaned in sharp shocks of pain and pleasure, but said nothing to protest as he shoved it deep inside of me until it was all the way in. I was dripping down my legs now, as he went over to wash his hands.
“Now put the panties on like a good girl.” He told me, watching as I followed his instructions.
He walked over, kissing me on the temple before telling me he’d be in the living room waiting for dinner. Every movement with the vibrating pearls pushing between my pussy lips and against my clit make me shudder, especially with the cool glass deep inside of my ass. Cooking was difficult, and my carrots were cut very unevenly. If he noticed, he said nothing as we ate that night.
Andrew: Playing House
I watched her as she moved around. I did not tell her that she could take the panties off to the butt plug out until we were done eating. She looked at me, desperately turned on that night, but I knew I’d make her go to sleep with that want. It was why I had not helped her to get off. She had a vibrator in her room if she needed it, but I was not going to relieve it for her, and I knew that the vibrator would only make it diminish some.
That night, I had only taken her mouth, fucking her throat as tears pricked her eyes, but she did not cry helplessly. Her gag reflex was weakening, but her throat had still felt wonderful on the tip of my cock as I used her. I could tell when I was done, that she had only wanted more. The shock in her eyes when I told her to go to her room, locking her in it, was almost too much to bear.
Today, I had let her out, telling her I would take care of everything but dinner. She had sat in the living room reading, and when dinner came around, she had decided steamed cabbage with white rice and fish. It was a simple meal, and yet the very thought had my stomach growling. I was learning that she could turn even a simple meal into something that delighted the taste buds.
I watched her as she squirmed with the vibrating panties buzzing away. I watched as the way she had pressed her thighs together, and I knew that she wanted something deep inside her pussy too. I wasn’t going to be cruel enough to make her ask for it, but I wouldn’t give it to her just yet, either. I would add that soon. Soon, I’d have her doing anything I wanted. She would be as if she were the perfect housewife by day, and I would use her by night.
I was starting to see affection in her eyes, and it was obvious that she craved my approval. As she should. I thought with a smile, but I knew it’d never be hard for Alina to gain my approval. She did know the right thing to do, and she was developing so well, acting just as she should.
*
Just as I had though, the food was delightful. The fish was crisp with a hint of lime, and the cabbage had a savory sweet taste where I found she had used honey and lemon juice to give it its unique taste, which coupled well with the fluffy white rice she had managed.
“You are great in the kitchen. You truly belong there.” I told her, and she smiled, beaming with pride as she kept eating, glancing at me happily as we ate.
We didn’t talk much. There was so little for us to talk about. I knew that one day we would have banter and real conversations, but this comfortable silence was good enough for now. I watched her eat, clearing her small plate in no time. She didn’t bother to try to go do anything else until I was done as well. She had even made sweet tea to go with dinner, and it was something that I delighted in as much as she did. I could tell that Alina had noticed that we had more in common than she had thought.
“I would like you to come to my room with me tonight.” I said softly, knowing she could hear me as she put the dishes in the sink.
“I’ll do the dishes in the morning.” I told her. She stood there, facing away from me and completely still in shock. I knew her heart must be beating fast. She had never seen my room, and I wondered what she was imagining. Do you think I have a dungeon? I mused, and I knew that I had everything in there to create one, but my room would most likely be more welcoming than she was expecting.
“Yes, Master.” She said, and there was a hint of fear in her voice.
It turned me on, and I had no desire to dismiss it right away. I got up, wrapping my arm around her as we walked to my room in silence. When we got there, she looked around with wide eyes. I grinned as I watched her. She took in the blue silk sheets and the dark canopy bed. I had made my bedroom here with her in mind, and I could tell that it looked beautiful to her.
I was sure she saw it as if she had stepped into a romance novel, and that was just the reaction that I was looking for. I had everything we used put away besides the sex swing in the corner. When her eyes landed on that, she had taken a step back, and it was all I could do not to laugh out loud at her innocent reaction. I knew that the swing would bring her much pleasure. The door was closed to the attached bathroom. I wanted to surprise her with that luxurious room later.
“Do you like it?” I asked, trying to mask the uncertainty in my voice.
“Yes…” She said, and I noticed myself relaxing despite myself. Was I worried? I asked myself, but I pushed the thought away. There was no reason I should have been nervous. I knew what she liked before I even made this room, and so I knew she’d like it. Of course she’d like it. I know her. I reassured myself.
Alina: In the Devil’s Den
His room was perfect. It was as if he had looked into my soul. It was the type of room I had always dreamed of being laid down in and taken roughly and passionately. It made me bite my bottom lip. The only thing that was out of place was the contraption hanging from the ceiling in the corner, and yet it seemed to blend into the background. It seemed to be some sort of sex swing, and the very idea wasn’t something I was able to comprehend. I still had my toys in from cooking, and I felt my inner thighs wet already. He had walked up behind me, putting his hand around my waist and pulling me back against him. His chin rested on the top of my head.
“I knew you’d like it.” He whispered, and a small part of me was thrilled that he knew me so well.
