Putting her feet back down in the water, I ran my hands up the inside of her legs and rested them on her pussy, making her give me a soft gasp. I didn’t do anything at first. Just hung there, gently cupping her pussy, letting her know I was still there, and she was still mine. Before too long she relaxed even more, as her body and her mind came into sync.
“Good girl,” I told her. “That’s a good pet. Now I’ll do more with you.”
It was my cue to finally put a finger in, which I did with no small measure of repressed excitement and lust. She felt so fucking good and it was truly a joy to be able to pleasure her like that. A sentiment she seemed to share, her pussy taking me in better than she had before, to the point that I was able to get two fingers inside her to the second knuckle.
I could tell it wouldn’t be too much longer before I could try fucking her. I usually preferred rough fucking, but I knew I would have to be gentle with her the first time.
I gently worked Angie to another orgasm and, after washing my hands in the sink, got the shampoo bottle and finished off by washing her hair. Pulling the plug, I lifted her up out of the tub, setting her down on the comfy mat.
Holding her tight, I got a towel to wrap around her. She stood still, letting me pat her down with the Egyptian cotton. Wrapping her in a fresh robe, I led her out into the living room.
“Sit down,” I said, taking her over to the couch.
“Yes sir,” she said, dropping like a stone.
“You are going to eat.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What would you like?”
“Anything you want to make, sir.”
Just what I liked to hear. I didn’t know if she ate meat, so I kept things safely vegetarian: a thick mushroom soup with a side of naan bread. I could hear her starting to sniff the air before it was done. I had a winner.
“You are going to eat,” I said, putting the tray down on the coffee table.
“Of course, sir.”
“I don’t just mean now. Every day. Three times a day. You will eat. Or you will be disciplined.”
“I understand, sir.”
“When you are finished, join me in your bedroom.”
“Yes, sir.”
I didn’t have to wait long. I was seated on the chair in Angie’s room when she came in.
“Did you do your dishes?”
“I put them in the sink.”
“Wash them next time.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come here.”
Angie came over, standing in front of me, the robe moving slightly around her legs. Reaching out, I untied the belt, letting the robe fall around her.
“Turn around and bend over.”
She obeyed, turning so she was facing the wall and bending at the waist so deeply she was touching the ground without bending her knees. I was impressed by her flexibility.
Giving her a gentle spank, meant more as a pat of approval, I grabbed her ass with both hands, making her yelp breathlessly; and buried my face between her thighs, devouring her delicious little pussy. She nearly screamed with bliss, tremors of pleasure wracking her curvy, young body.
“Fuck yeah,” I groaned, holding myself back from being overcome with pleasure myself. “Cum for me. Cum for your boss.”
It only took her a few seconds to follow my directions and cum. The orgasm rattled through her like a low-level earthquake.
When she was ready, I stroked the outside of her pussy before slipping three fingers deep inside. She let out a loud cry of surprise and reached between her legs to try and spread herself open, as I put my other hand on the small of her back to hold her lower half still as I finger-fucked her. I would have tried for four, but I wasn’t sure she was quite ready for that.
Although I planned to try fisting her by the time the lockdown was over.
Angie came so hard I thought she might collapse. I grabbed her by the hips with both hands to keep her steady before scooping her up easily into my arms. With her cuddled against me, I took Angie over to the bed.
Cleaning her up a bit with the wet wipes, I tucked her in, kissing her on the forehead before slipping out.
“That’s a good pet,” I told her, very pleased with our progress so far.
Chapter Eight
Angie
It was like starvation after a feast. Vik had been so wonderful and made me feel so good. but he was back to his disappearing act by the time I woke up. Figuring that was just his process, I went to my computer to see what he had for me to do. The list was more than twice as long as it had been yesterday.
To add insult to injury, he had EAT LUNCH!!!! written in bold and double underlined. As if I could have forgotten. To be fair, though, I was on my third wallet of the year, so maybe he had a point.