She bucked and thrashed, moving her pussy on my cock like a wild thing with no control. I counted three orgasms before I reined her in. “Stop.” I kept fucking while she held still and whined. She knew better than to ask after she’d been commanded to stop and I was pleased to note that even as far gone as she was, she still obeyed my voice.
I fucked her for a good twenty minutes more until she was about to break then pinched her clit and nipple at the same time. “Cum!” When she let got this time she dragged me along with her and I emptied my nuts in her again.
Her pussy gaped open when I finally pulled out and I looked down into her redness. She was a mess of blood and cum and pussy juice and though my cock still stood tall and proud I knew she needed a reprieve before I took her again.
Lifting her from the bed I took her into the bath and ran the water in the tub. I spent the time while it was filling kissing her as she held onto me limply. Her lips were swollen and puffy when I lifted my head and there was cum drying on her legs and my cock.
I stepped into the tub with her in my arms and settled her in front of me. She hissed as the warm water touched her bruised flesh and I soothed her with soft nibbling kisses along her neck. Her body relaxed back against mine and I marveled at how far we’d come.
“Do not sleep pet, I’m not done with you yet.” She turned slightly and cuddled into my chest with a sigh, totally accepting me. And also, leaving it up to me to clean her up. She’s such a spoilt little thing. I kissed her hair and pulled her in tighter.
I rested my head back on the bath pillow and held her securely in my arms as I closed my eyes for just a second. I was very pleased with the way things had gone. I could not have concocted a better outcome if I’d tried. I’d done what I’d set out to do, tame my wild little she-cat but not taking her claws. And in the process I’d learned a lot about myself, and her.
I kissed her head absently as I thought of where we would go from here. Today was the first time she’d complained that she was bored and it was just about the time that I’d expected her to go stir crazy.
She hadn’t been out of the room in weeks, the only other contact being with the maid who brought our meals and tidied up the room each day. No one else was allowed near her until I say so. She’d started talking to the maid a week ago though she didn’t know I knew this. I’d encouraged the maid to speak if she ever opened a conversation with her.
It was through those conversations that I had learned a lot about her. Where she’d been a bit closed off and tight lipped with me in the beginning, she felt more at ease with the servant. She was hungry for any news from the outside, and I had purposely had the maid gather news about her dad to relay to her.
Every day that I was away from her at the office, when I just couldn’t get out of going in, I’d watch the tapes of that day’s activities in the room before going home to her. I liked watching her when she didn’t know that I was. She was more relaxed and open. I especially liked watching her pick my pillow up from the bed and hold it to her nose, or rub her face in it.
I hadn’t done anything but be with her in the last few weeks. My friends and acquaintances were starting to call but I always put them off with one excuse or another. And then I’d made the monumental mistake of telling one of them that I was training my own personal sub and the cat had been let out of the bag.
I’d been able to keep her presence from my dad because just a couple days after I brought her home he’d gone on an extended trip. The servants knew not to tell him anything about her unless they wanted to end up on the street with no job and no prospects. So I’d been able to relax for now.
But I’d spilled the beans and dad was due back any day now and I had no doubt he’d hear of her. I tamped down the sudden unease I felt at the thought. I won’t let anything happen to her. I’ll protect her with my dying breath. And therein lays the problem.