She complies, and I rest my cockhead on her waiting tongue. Desire courses through my veins, hot and insistent. But I’m strong enough to master my own lust; masteringhergives me that strength.
I watch in rapt fascination as a bead of my precum drops onto her tongue. It pools there, spilling deeper into her waiting mouth. A tear rolls down her rosy cheek. I capture it on my fingertips and rub the wetness over my cock. Pleasure lances me like a lightning strike down my spine, and I grit my teeth to hold back my orgasm.
I take a small step forward, wedging my shin between her thighs. She gasps, and the soft rush of air over my dick torments me. I bite back a growl and increase the pressure, so that her sensitive little clit is griding against my leg.
“Don’t stop,” I say. “You’re going to come for me again.”
A high whimper eases from her chest, but she obediently rotates her hips, stimulating herself even though I know she must be aroused to the point of pain.
“Good girl. You’re such a good pet.”
I finally, slowly, push my cock into her waiting mouth.
“Does that feel good, Abigail? Does it hurt?”
Broken moans hum around my dick, and I bury my fingers in her hair, clinging for my control.
A dark laugh fills the bedroom. “That’s right,” I praise. “Pets don’t talk. All you can do is whimper and moan around Master’s cock.”
Her eyes roll back on a blissful whine, and I tug sharply at her hair to recapture her attention.
“Look at me.”
Her lovely eyes are dark with lust, her huge pupils rendering the remarkable aqua shade a thin ring of blue. Her gaze is unnervingly focused despite her euphoric state, and again, I get the sense that she’s peering straight into me.
And in this moment, I can’t hold anything back. I let my civilized mask drop away entirely; I allow her to see my selfishness, my ruthlessness, my cruel hunger that only she can slake.
She moans around my cock, and I can’t restrain myself in any way. My length sinks deep into her throat, and she gags around me. I can’t stop. I pull back slightly to allow her to breathe, but I come all over her tongue.
The rush of pleasure is strong enough to make my knees weak, and I grab the bedpost for support as I roar out my release.
I watch in awe as she greedily swallows everything that I offer her. She’s frantically licking my shaft when she grinds hard against my leg and lets out a sharp cry, finding her own ecstasy in my pleasure with her.
I withdraw from her and scoop her up in my arms. She’s completely limp in my hold, implicitly trusting me to take care of her in the aftermath of absolutely shattering her.
The painful pulsing at the center of my chest starts up again, an insistent, addictive throb.
I lay her lovely body out on my bed and tuck her close to me. I’m still mostly dressed while she’s fully naked, but I just need to hold her now. I can worry about mundane things like clothing later.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, stroking her hair back from her sweat-slicked brow.
She’s so still and quiet.
I barely breathe until she slurs, “Wonderful.”
My entire body relaxes, and I marvel at this moment of unknown intimacy. Only a few hours ago, I’d feared that she wouldn’t sign the NDA. Now, Abigail is naked in my bed, and she looks as peaceful as one of the sleeping princesses in her favorite animated musicals.
The last week without her has been deeply unpleasant. I was forcing her to live without me and to reflect on how she’d disappointed me by faking the orgasm.
But I’d tortured myself too.
Never again.
From now on, Abigail will sleep in my bed every night. I won’t tolerate another arrangement.
I’m her Master, and she will learn what it means to be mine.
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