He was tall, much taller than I, with wide shoulders that weren’t too broad and tapered down to an eight pack, and thighs that looked like an athlete’s, lithe and hard.
I know how hard those thighs are, I’ve been over them enough since he seemed to prefer them to the spanking bench when he’s heating up my ass. Couldn’t think about that now though, there was something else on my horizon. The great Braxton Stanford had lost his shit. Just who the hell was at that door?
Princess? He’s never called me anything but pet or Alyssa. And though my body felt like it had been pummeled by a battering ram, his touch had lit me on fire and that word from his lips had made my kitty very happy. A princess was better than a pet surely.
“Come along princess let’s get you cleaned up and then we’ll go.” I smiled secretly behind his back and tried to roll out of bed. I cried out at the sting between my thighs and he was instantly there.
“Open your legs, let me see what I did to you.” My face went up in flames but I eased my sore thighs open. He stood over me and pushed my legs wider as he inspected me. “Fuck.” My eyes widened at his outburst. I’d never heard the stalwart Mr. Stanford use such colorful language, not even when I’d been pushing his buttons in the beginning.
He lifted me from the bed, the arms that had just restrained me now so gentle I could cry. “Does it hurt Princess? Of course it does. I’ll take care of you.” He leant over and kissed my kitty and believe it or not the pain did go away.
He headed into the bathroom but instead of the rushed shower I was expecting he sat me on the closed toilet seat on a cloud soft towel before turning the water on in the tub. When it was full and he’d tested the temp, he lifted me into the water and knelt at the side to wash me.
I watched him in amazement as he took his time, cleaning every inch of me, being especially gentle with my kitty. By the time he was through there was a whole other kind of pain between my thighs and I tried to show him without words.
I lifted one leg and ran it along the lip of the tub, spreading myself open beneath the bubbles to that they cleared away leaving a clear view to the kitty. I raised my breasts from beneath the suds where they’d been hiding. “Behave yourself, I can’t take you again. You wouldn’t walk for a week.”
I pouted but said nothing, just kept sending out messages with my body. He finally got frustrated with my efforts and dragged me out of the tub. My heart raced because I thought for sure I was going to have my way, but instead he dried my body briskly before marching me back to the bedroom. One of these days I’m going to shake that control of his.
He chose a nice little sundress with spaghetti straps and a fitted bodice that flared from the waist down and fell to just below my knees. I’d never owned anything like it, so soft and pretty, and I kept running my hands over it as I waited for him to get dressed.
The sandals were also of better quality than my dad could afford and I knew they had cost him a pretty penny. Once he was done getting himself together he went to a drawer and came back to me where I sat waiting at the table.
“Give me your hand.” I lifted my hand and he wrapped a silk ribbon around it and tied a perfect bow. I was about to ask what it was for when he produced a thin chain and hooked it onto the ribbon at my wrist before attaching it to something around his own arm that was hidden under his sleeve.
He’d in essence leashed me, he was in control, but somehow instead of feeling owned, I felt cherished. He messed with my hair, fixing it around my shoulder until I realized he was exposing his mark on my neck. I sometimes forget it’s there, unless he’s biting into it while fucking me from behind. Or sometimes when I sit at his feet while he reads over my daily lesson, he’d run his hand absently back and forth over it.
Now instead of the anger I felt in the beginning at having his mark on me, something that I could never remove, I felt proud. What the hell has he done to me? “Ready Princess?” He kissed my nose and headed out of the room, that chain making sure I stayed close.
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Master Brax
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