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Dexter
Holly has lived up to expectations and is a willing pupil. The fact she responded so well gives me the courage to move things on.
After we showered and changed, we went to eat and just seeing her lips wrap around the food instantly made me hard. Just imagining what I’m going to do to her makes me think of little else, and I wonder how long she’ll last. My mind is depraved, sick even, and yet I can’t control the urges I have to practice my craft. Because it is a craft, a study of anatomy, the female one. I have practiced well on hookers and unsuspecting dates, but I’ve never had my own toy to play with at will. Holly is the woman I have been waiting for and, as luck would have it, she fell into my lap in the most unusual of circumstances.
I can tell that Maisy suspects our relationship has changed. Hell, I can even feel it in the tense air myself as Holly tries desperately to keep her cool and not look me in the eye. She’s embarrassed, telling me I need to break that part of her because what I have planned has no room for shame.
As soon as we finish, I take her to my library and pour us both a couple of whiskies and say firmly, “Sit on your knees by the fireplace.”
She looks a little awkward but does as I say and as she kneels, I feel the power rush when I hand her the glass and she whispers, “Thank you, sir.”
Holding the glass to her lips, I grip her hands and hold them behind her and feed her the drink, staring deep into her eyes and as I pull it back, I fasten my lips to hers and love the taste of burning alcohol on her tongue. She gasps as I bite down hard and I taste the blood and without another word I feed her some more and she winces as the alcohol burns the cut.
She draws back a little and I whisper. “Relax, it only stings for a moment then feel the delicious burn inside.”
She nods and I kiss her long, deep and hard until she moans against my mouth and I draw back and whisper huskily, “Take off your clothes.”
“What here?” She looks anxious and I smile. “It’s ok, I’ll lock the door, nobody will disturb us.”
Despite the fact she’s unhappy about that, she does it anyway and just seeing her do what I want is a major turn on. Quickly, I lock the door and as soon as I return, I love the sight of the quivering woman shivering on the floor, kneeling before the fireplace, waiting for what I can give her. For some reason, I feel a surge of protectiveness over my student as she looks at me with misguided trust in her eyes and feel an overwhelming urge to make this right for her. To make this the best experience of her life and so I kneel before her and lightly stroke her face, looking deep into her eyes, the lamplight casting a dancing shadow over her beautiful skin. She appears totally mesmerized as she stares back at me and as I touch her lips slightly with mine, I can taste the whiskey, fear and yet desire as she lets me take her on a journey of discovery.
The fact I’m still fully clothed is an inconvenience, but this is about her, not me, and so taking her hand, I pull her to her feet and nod to the chair in the corner of the room.
“Sit.”
She does as I say and then her eyes widen as I remove my belt and say huskily, “Place your hands behind the back of the chair and clasp them tight.”
The wild look in her eyes tells me she’s scared but so turned on she will do anything I ask and as I secure her wrists tightly, she winces a little as the leather grazes her skin.
Leaning down, I kiss her lips hard, with a passion that excites me and causes her to groan with longing. Knowing how wet she is right now makes me feel so powerful and pulling back, I spread her legs and anchor them behind each chair leg, grabbing a couple of plastic ties from my pocket. I wink as I snap them in place and she looks a little shocked and embarrassed as she is spread out before me like the finest dessert.
Her chest heaves with excitement and a desire for what happens next and those beautiful brown eyes sparkle as she holds my stare and I feel a rush of power as I say curtly, “Are you happy, baby?”
“Yes, sir.” Her answer is coy and seeing her now is a one hundred degree turn from the woman who arrived here just over a week ago. She’s softer, more manageable and lacking the fire she wears so well and part of me loves that as much as I hate it too.
But how can I complain because she is doing everything I wanted and more, so I start from her perfect toes and gently suck each one into my mouth before moving up to the drenched pussy that is desperate for my attention.
As I kneel between her legs and feast on my slave, it is the sweetest feeling in the world. She doesn’t know it yet, but that’s exactly the role I have planned for her and this is just the start of her training. By the end of it, she will be besotted with me and do everything I ask, no matter how sick and twisted and just imagining what that means makes me harder than I’ve ever been. Finally, my own plaything to control and I never knew it would feel so good.
She gasps as I suck, rub and tease and as she shudders and tenses, I feel her orgasm wash over my tongue and it feeds my obsession with this woman. Her head rolls back as she shudders in the seat and I stand back and watch her come with a fascination that surprises me. It’s beautiful to watch and I could play with her all day, which is exactly what I intend on doing because now I’ve started, it’s doubtful I can stop. Like a kid with a new favorite toy, I intend on playing with it until it breaks, and that’s why I’m a bastard because feelings don’t come into it. Not on my part, anyway.
As she comes down from her high, I leave her tied up and move to the side table and pour us another couple of whiskies. She looks uncomfortable and wriggles a little and as I walk back, I stare at her, making her blush.
“Um, aren’t you going to untie me?”
She sounds nervous and I grin wickedly, “Not yet.”
“Oh.”
She wets her lip and I hold the glass to them and gently pour the liquid down her throat and the flush to her cheeks makes me stop and appreciate her beauty. Sex obviously agrees with her because although she is beautiful, now she is a goddess and I stand back and openly stare, making her squirm with embarrassment.
Feeling decidedly wicked, I say roughly, “You need a lesson in trust. I am going to leave for ten minutes; you will remain like this until I return.”
“What if someone comes in?” She looks worried and I shrug. “I am telling you they won’t. Like I said, this is a lesson on trust. By the end of this you won’t question me because every time you do, there are consequences.”
“What do you mean—consequences?”
“I mean punishments, Holly. You doubt me, I punish you.”
“How?” She licks her dry lips and I say in a hard voice, “Don’t disobey me and you won’t find out what they are. Control and trust are the only words you need to live by. Don’t ever doubt my intentions toward you because they are the glue that binds us together. Betray either one of them and the whole situation becomes—painful, for both of us.”
She swallows hard as the fear lights up her beautiful eyes and I say curtly, “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” She lowers her head and I love that she’s hating this. Teaching her the basics is rewarding in so many ways and I don’t stop to think about anything other than my pleasure in a situation that I couldn’t have planned better if I tried, and with such an amazing woman too. To break a strong woman gives a certain kind of sweet victory and just seeing her accept the situation makes me feel invincible.
As I turn and leave the room, I leave her bound and exposed in a chair facing the door and if anyone did enter, she would be mortified beyond belief. She doesn’t know that I have already forbidden anyone to enter this wing of my ranch when I’m in residence. Nobody will dare go against my wishes and so I take my time and head to the kitchen to gather the supplies I need to torture my prey even further, long into the night.
