“Jesus, Shep.”
“You’ll recover. I swear. Turn around and bend over.” Her feet are still free, but it’s clear she’s not used to being bound at all. She awkwardly turns around and then manages to bend over the edge of the counter. She makes a little noise when I grip the crotch of her stretchy pants and cut a small hole.
“Good thing I didn’t like any part of this outfit.”
“Less talking,” I say. I toss the scissors on the counter and squat down behind her and rip her pants open at the seam. She has underwear on underneath that I shove to the side. She’s wet. I toy with her a bit, sliding my finger up and down her slit. Then I stand and leave her there. I cross the room and make myself comfortable on the couch, adjusting my cock in my jeans as I sit.
“Now. I want you to turn around and get on your knees. Take your time.”
She turns slowly again. She’s pissed, but I don’t care. She slowly sinks to her knees and I try not to laugh when it becomes apparent that I can only see the top of her head over the island counter.
“I hope you’re happy,” she says.
“You need to learn to understand your own demands. I want you to come over here. On your knees.”
“I’m going to make you regret this,” she grunts, but I see her head start bobbing around the edge of the counter. Titus trots over to see what the hell she’s doing. I snap my fingers and order Titus over to his dog bed. He tries to lick Claudia’s face for good measure before she ducks out of the way. I snap again.
“Go on, buddy. Leave Claudia alone.” He finally listens and goes to sit down.
“Thanks.”
“As soon as you get over here we can really have some fun. You can hurry up or you can keep running your mouth.”
“I'm gonna bite you when I get over there.”
“I can gag you right now if you want.”
She stares at me, eyes narrowing as she shuffles forward, but she’s making decent progress. I pull out my cock as she makes her way over and start to stroke myself. I don't miss the way she licks her lips. Finally she makes it over to the couch. She sits back on her heels, taking the pressure off her knees.
“What next, Master?”
“I told you Sir or Shep works just fine, but we can go with Master if you want to be a smartass. I can still dominate you even if you talk back. It's not bothering me one bit.”
She sighs and cocks her head to the side. “What will you have me do next, Master?”
“Sit on my cock. Actually, fuck. Wait.” I stand, tuck my hard on away, and snatch her off the floor. She screams as I toss her over my shoulder with ease and carry her into the bedroom. I set her upright and chuckle a little at the way her hair is all over her face. “Where are all those condoms you always carry with you?”
“Pink makeup case in my black bag—right there.” I grab the little pouch and see that it's filled with condoms, enough to get us through the weekend. I shove two in my pocket.
“Great. Up you go.”
“Oh fuck you, Shep,” she screeches as I toss her over my shoulder again. I do laugh this time, but I straighten my expression by the time I set her back on the floor.
“Back on your knees,” I say. I flop back down on the couch and open my pants. The tip of my dick is already leaking when I pull it out again. Claudia’s breathing hard, but I'm not about to give her a break.
“Come on, it's not gonna suck itself.”
“Are you sure?” she says. Still she comes forward.
“We could wait and see, but I'm not sure how that would work out for you.”
“I thought you were so sweet an hour ago.”
“Funny how things can change so fast. Suck it now.”
She growls at me, still she leans over my lap and takes the head of my cock into her mouth. I hold back a groan. The wet heat just behind her lips feels fucking amazing. She pulls back a bit and I stroke my hand up, forcing a thick drop of precum from the tip. I look down at her staring up at me with homicide in her eyes but then she's licking the slit of my cock.
I grip the back of her head and gently push it down. She doesn't fight it. After a few bobs of her head she moans. She sucks me good, swirling her tongue around. I know I'm going to come in her mouth soon if I don't stop her.
