CHAPTER 13
Chris
I watched Valerie absorb my harsh words. I could see the conflict in her face, the way her blush came and went in bewitching alternation, shame and need mingling in a blend she couldn’t untangle.
“You can let go of your knees now,” I said quietly.
She released them immediately, a gasp of relief escaping her lips as her legs dropped to the bed. Her thighs had to be screaming after holding that position for so long.
“Put your hands above your head,” I commanded.
I watched confusion flicker across her face, followed quickly by fear. Her blue eyes widened as she processed what this position meant—clearly trying to figure out what I would do next. She hesitated for just a moment, and I felt my cock pulse harder at the sight of that fear mixing with her obvious arousal.
Slowly, trembling, she raised her arms and placed her hands on the bed above her head.
I climbed onto the bed, moving to straddle her midriff. My cock jutted out above her, thick and rigid, and I saw her eyes fix on it with a mixture of terror and fascination.
“Your breasts are adorable,” I said, reaching down to cup them through the sheer fabric of her nightgown. “They’re little, but they’re still perfect for what I need right now.”
I pulled the neck of the nightgown down, exposing her small, pale peaches. Her nipples were hard little peaks, betraying her arousal despite her fear.
“Take your breasts in your hands,” I instructed. “Push them together around my cock.”
“Chris—” Her voice was barely a whisper. “Sir?—”
“Do it.”
Her hands moved from above her head, coming to cup her breasts. She pushed them together hesitantly, creating a soft channel between them.
“Tighter,” I said, positioning my cock between them. “Make them feel good for my cock.”
She pressed harder, and I began to move. The sensation was exquisite—the soft warmth of her flesh, the way her hands trembled as she held herself for me, the sight of my cock sliding between those pretty little breasts.
“Good girl,” I murmured, my movements becoming faster. “That’s exactly what I need.”
After a few minutes of this heaven, I moved forward slightly, bringing my cock to her lips.
“Open,” I commanded.
Valerie obeyed, with an adorable little whimper, and I pushed inside her mouth, feeling like a conqueror, just the way the New Modesty brochure for new husbands had told me I would.
Don’t hesitate, it had advised.Trust your dominant instincts and you’ll see in her eyes the surrender nature intended her to yield up to her conqueror.
The warmth, the wetness, the way her tongue moved against me—it felt incredible. I fucked her face with measured thrusts, watching her eyes water, listening to the wet sounds she made as she struggled to accommodate me.
She had already learned a good deal about how to serve a penis properly. Her moving tongue brought low growls of pleasure from my chest, and I realized I was already coming very close to an orgasm.
I’d thought carefully about this moment during our trail ride this afternoon. About how I wanted to introduce Valerie to deeper aspects of submission, new ways her body could serve mine. And I’d made sure to shower thoroughly when we got back to the cabin, scrubbing myself clean in preparation.
I pulled out of her mouth and moved forward on my knees, positioning myself over her face.
“You’re going to lick my anus,” I said quietly.
The reaction was immediate. Her eyes went huge with shock and horror.
“What? No! Chris, I can’t—that’s disgusting, I could never?—”
I reached back between her spread legs, my hand slipping inside those tiny lace panties. My fingers found her pussy, slick and swollen with need.
