8
Tristan Broussard
I siton the bed while Emma Lia is in the bathroom changing into the red teddy I chose for her to wear tonight. I lean back, propping my weight on my arms. I probably appear carefree, but there’s nothing carefree about the way I feel as I look at monbebelle.
The drive to make her my submissive in every way is fierce. It’s quickly becoming an obsession that goes beyond a simple sexual need. Though my body burns for her, I don’t just want to fuck her. I want to imprint myself on her, to mark her from the inside out, so that she will never belong to any man butme.
I want to own hercompletely.
She opens the door an inch or two and peeks out through the crack. “Close youreyes.”
“Why?”
“Because I have a surprise foryou.”
“I hatesurprises.”
“You’ll love this one, so doit.”
I close my eyes, and a few moments later hear the start of slow, seductive music. “Okay. You can open youreyes.”
I’m more than a little surprised to see her standing in front of me, hands on hips, dressed in a black and red showgirl costume with black thigh-highs. She lifts the back of her hair from her neck and bites her lower lip as she bends at her knees, swaying herhips.
Mother.Fucker.
“It’s not the red teddy you chose for me to wear tonight, but I hope you still likeit.”
“Fuck yeah, I loveit.”
She begins to move to the music, turning her back to me and slowly swinging her ass from side to side. The feathers forming the skirt oscillate back and forth, and all I can think about is what I’m going to do to that ass with theflogger.
My dick is so hard. It’s as though it’s been months instead of hours since I had her. It takes every ounce of my self-control to not tear off her costume, bend her over the bed, and pound into her flesh until Iexplode.
I control myself because I don’t want this to happen too quickly.We have new things to trytonight.
“Come here,” I say hoarsely, my cock straining painfully against the fly of mytrousers.
She shimmies her way over and sits on my lap with her legs wide apart. She rubs her ass back and forth across my hard-on and then leans closer until her back is against my chest. She drops her head back and my mouth hovers over her ear, nipping at her earlobe. “Who do you belongto?”
“I belong toyou.”
“Yes. Yes, you do, bebelle.” My voice is thick withlust.
I suck her earlobe and then release it as I move my hands to her proud tits standing up in her bustier. “Lie on the bed.Facedown.”
“Yes,Master.”
I get up and begin to undress while she slowly crawls onto the bed. “Head down, assup.”
She follows my instructions, but I see the hesitation in her movements. There is a part of her that fears me, that senses what I’m capable of. And she’s right to be afraid. There is something within me that thrives on the pain of others, that wants to hurtthem.
That wants to hurt her. And her vulnerability turns me on almost as much as herbeauty.
Once she’s in position, I’m able to see her pretty pink pussy and asshole peeking out from beneath the feathers. No fucking panties. That shit just about robs me of my last ounce ofrestraint.
I have to touchher.
I cup my hand between her legs, my middle finger pushing into her small opening. The warm moisture that I find there makes my cockjolt.
