“Oh, god,” she whispered. In her sweet voice I could hear the conflict, and as she continued she sounded as if she had entered a subspace trance just thinking about it. “No… please, sir. I… I couldn’t bear it… I’ll… I’ll be good, and I’ll…”
“You’ll take the cock,” I said in her ear. “You’ll beg for it. Say it.Sir, I need your big cock in my little pussy.”
Trembling took hold of her whole frame despite the warmth of the water and my arms around her. She nodded against my hands where they rested lightly atop her scantily clad breasts, and I felt a surge of possessive satisfaction. My Laura. So resistant at first, so defiant, and now learning to yield to what she needed. Learning to trust me to take her where she couldn’t go on her own.
“Sir,” she breathed, “I need… I need your big cock in my… my little pussy.”
I was in love with her. The realization had hit me last night as I’d held her after taking her virgin ass, and I’d whispered it while I thought she was asleep. But I wasn’t ready to say it again—wasn’t ready to make her deal with that complexity on top of everything else she was processing. This was supposed to be a simple arrangement. Ten thousand a month for access to her body and the right to train her however I wanted.
Except it wasn’t simple anymore. Not for me.
“Let’s go back,” I said, releasing her and taking her hand. “It’s time.”
Laura’s face went pale, but she nodded and let me lead her back toward shore. I watched her carefully as we walked up the beach—the way she tried to hold her head high despite her obvious embarrassment, the way her hands trembled slightly as she picked up her coverup from the chair. She was fighting so hard to be brave, and it made my chest ache.
We walked back through the resort in silence. Laura kept her eyes down most of the time, but occasionally she’d glance up at me with an expression that was part fear, part need, part something else I couldn’t quite read. Trust, maybe. Or hope.
Back in the room, I closed the door behind us and locked it. The sound of the latch clicking made Laura flinch.
“Come here,” I said gently.
She crossed to me on shaking legs. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her—slowly, deeply, trying to convey through touch what I wasn’t ready to say with words. She melted into me, her body softening against mine, and when I pulled back her eyes were glassy with unshed tears.
“I’m going to take care of you,” I promised. “This is going to be intense, but I’m going to make sure you’re okay. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I trust you, sir.”
Laura
Mike led me to the bedroom. My heart hammered against my ribs as I followed him through the doorway, my legs trembling so badly I could barely walk. This was it. The moment I’d been dreading and craving in equal measure since they’d first sealed me.
“Arms up,” Mike commanded, his voice gentle but firm.
I raised my arms obediently, and he lifted the sheer coverup over my head in one smooth motion. The cool air conditioning hit my skin, making me shiver. His fingers moved to the strings of my microkini top, untying them slowly, as if he wanted to take his time. The tiny triangles of fabric fell away, exposing my breasts. My nipples were already hard, embarrassingly obvious evidence of my arousal.
Mike’s hands moved to my hips, untying the strings there. The bottoms fell to the floor, leaving me completely naked—except, I supposed, for the seal that covered my most intimate place. I stood there trembling, my arms wrapped around myself, unable to meet his eyes.
“On the bed,” he said. “Lie on your back at the edge.”
I moved to obey, my whole body shaking. The welts on my bottom pressed against the soft comforter as I positioned myself, and I winced at the reminder of last night’s punishment. Mike guided me until my bottom was right at the edge of the mattress, my feet dangling.
“Hold your knees,” he instructed. “Pull them up and back. Show me what I bought.”
Oh, god. My face blazed with heat as I gripped the backs of my knees and pulled them toward my chest. The position spread me completely, exposing everything. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to look at him while I was displayed this way.
I heard him walk away, heard the bathroom door open. Water running briefly. Then his footsteps returned. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see him holding a small vial filled with clear liquid. The solvent.
“I have a surprise for you, sweetheart,” Mike said, his voice low and intimate.
I watched, confused, as he unscrewed the cap and tipped the vial to his lips. My eyes went wide as I realized what he was doing—he was putting the solvent on his tongue.
“Mike—Sir—What are you?—”
But before I could finish the question, he had knelt on the floor between my spread legs and lowered his head. The first touch of his tongue against my sealed pussy made me cry out. The sensation was overwhelming—the chemical warmth of the solvent combined with the wet heat of his mouth, his tongue tracing the line where my labia had been pressed together.
“Oh, god!” I gasped, my hips bucking wildly, trying to push myself up into his mouth. I couldn’t help it—the feeling was so intense, so arousing, that my body moved on its own.
But Mike’s strong hands gripped my thighs, holding me firmly in place on the edge of the bed. I whimpered, trying desperately not to move, not to grind myself against his mouth like the desperate slut I’d become. But it was impossible. The sensation was too intense, the need too overwhelming.
