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“You are not permitted to come during this punishment at any point.” The faintest squeak is leaked into the air prior to me motioning a single hand her direction. “Begin.”
Zel reluctantly follows the command. She leans over just enough for the edge of her braid to graze the space between her thighs and slowly twirls the end around. Confusion and uncertainty initially cake her cherry complexion yet after only a couple more strokes the teasing of her own clit pushes those feelings aside. Whimpers gradually begin to pile onto one another as her wrist work increases in celerity. Her head falls further forward to give her better access to the pleasing at the same time her legs spread wider exposing just how dripping wet her pussy is becoming.
My fingers fold themselves together and rest unhappily on top of my swollen cock. It twitches in anger. Jealousy. Outrage that it’s not buried deep inside carving my name in the sacred place no other man will ever touch. I resist the urge to give it a squeeze when I hear her breath turn choppy and have to clamp down on my tongue to stop from groaning the first time she whimpers my name.
“Sir…”
Never has there been a more perfect sound.
“Sir…” Zel pants a second time, fingers bunching together more of the braid in hopes of creating something firmer to grind against. “Please…”
Hunger grows in my expression over the way her breath hitches and her toes claw the carpet.
“Please,” she repeats while I eagerly watch her juices start to soak her woven strands. “Please, can I have your cock?”
It thumps harshly against my zipper providing the wrong answer. “No.”
The yellow fabric suddenly joins the others that are clumped together in her enticingly shaky grasp. Needier moans pour past her lips as she frantically rubs her thick locks around in ceaseless circles. She tugs her own hair creating slight agony yet continues out of desperation to be pleased. To be penetrated by the puny amount she can push into her tight, slippery hole. Desperation noticeably builds in her whines, and I smugly smirk to myself.
Good.
Now, she understands how I felt wanting her with me when she chose to have a study dinner with another man instead.
“Please, sir,” Zel begs a little more breathless than before. “Can I have your cock?”
“No.”
“But-” her own objection is cut off by a louder, leg shaking moan. “Please!”
“No.”
“I can’t…,” she attempts to explain at the same time her fingers fight for a better grasp of the slick strands, “I can’t…” Another round of panting is attached to harsher pulling. “I need…”
Pre-cum profusely soaks my boxer briefs in a mutually shared sentiment.
“Please.” The bouncing of her head into every lifted hip thrust threatens to break my resolve; however, I hold firm. Maintain my refusal. Wait for the constant rolling of her frame and whimpering of her imploring to reach the peak of breaking her sanity. “Ohmygod, please, sir!” Huffs meet the same rhythm of her harsh rubbing. “Please! Fuck, I’m sorry I was home late! I’m sorry I broke the rule! I want you!” An inhumane gurgle is wedged between her proclamations. “I only want you, sir!”
“On your knees, little doll,” I instruct as I rise to my feet.
Zel scurries to get in position and within three steps, my pants are dropped, my boxer briefs lowered, and my cock is roughly thrust inside her. She moans at the top of her lungs in gratitude yet screams when she’s snatched backward into my sadistic pounding by the very braids, she was just fucking herself with. One is immediately wound securely around my palm and used to jerk her into each vicious pump; however, the other meets my mouth, allowing me to suck the sweet stickiness she was forced to provide. Our bodies brutally collide on heavy grunts and harsh growls. Surges of wetness stream down my shaft and soak my thighs. They drip down to my balls. Get slapped back against her pussy on each unrelenting drive to the hilt. She abruptly comes, arches her back, and comes again. I groan in satisfaction around the blockade and force the yanking of her hair to match the frequency of my crazed thrashing. Obsession over needing to properly mark, properly remind her who’s pussy this is leads me to pulling out to spread cum everywhere. The first spurt lands on her ass. I damn near rip her hair out of her head in the pursuit of landing the next along the faint part on her scalp. Thick ropes that land near her neck are left to drip and dry in a primitive proclamation that reminds us both that this is my doll.
My woman.
My…everything.
***
Post a proper cleaning from me, which includes a long soak in the tub, extensive washing of her hair, and a drying session that includes another round of orgasms, I dismiss myself for what remains of the afternoon to allow Zel time to study before our evening festivities. I keep myself busy by primarily answering emails from work and ignoring those from the “building watch patrol” who are really nothing more than a bunch of board housewives with nothing else to gossip about.
Our evening plans consist of what I believe to be much needed socializing. The two of us join a few of my closest friends and acquaintances for an exclusive event at the prestigious Wilhelm Winery. There’s mindless chatting and ass kissing, all of which my date simply smiles and nods along to. Most of it is dreadfully boring especially in comparison to watching her struggle not to get crumbs from the bruschetta on her yellow, off the shoulder, high slit gown.
Unfortunately for me, my fascination with watching her every move, receives commentary from Mandy, Jacob Fogelman’s mousy, pearl obsessed mistress. “You typically don’t bring a date to these things, Elias.” She tangles her arms around the one her boyfriend isn’t using to swish wine around. “You typically just leave with one.”
Zel’s frame starts to stiffen, an action that causes me to reach over and pretend to fix her hair that’s actually perfect. “And yet this evening I will be doing both.”
A small blush tints her cheeks.
“What was your name again?” Mandy inquires right as a waiter arrives with a new sample for us to try. “It seems as if I’ve forgotten already. Silly me. I’m terrible with names.”
