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Her lips part as I lead her through the overgrown garden to a small bench standing in the corner.

"Sit down," I tell her gently, but firmly.

She obeys my order without saying another word this time around, sitting on the edge of the bench, her thoughtful eyes following mine. I think she's desperate for another order, but I don't tell her that. She hasn't been trained properly, she won't understand it right now. Not like I do.

"Part your legs."

My next order takes her by surprise, and she hesitates for a moment. Long enough to make me kneel in front of her, my hands resting on either side of her legs on the bench.

"Did I fucking stutter, Cara?"

She shakes her head frantically, and slowly, her legs part. I keep looking into her eyes even though it's insanely fucking hard with her pussy calling out to me so desperately. She keeps pushing her legs apart, farther and farther, and I can't help but feel proud of her. She doesn't stop until she's opened up to me completely, her little cunt only inches away from my hungry lips.

"Good girl," I praise her, and her legs shake slightly. "Now stand them on your toes, on the very tips. And tense your muscles, every muscle in your legs."

"Why?" she asks, an instinct that earns her a stern look from me.

She blushes and finally does as she's told, her feet tiny and naked on the ground, her muscles straining as she fights to keep control of her body.

"Pull your panties off," I tell her, and her feet fall back down. "Cara. Feet on your toes. Panties off. Fucking now."

She's starting to shake, her whole body trembling with the impact of my words. I want to tell her I've seen her naked before, and I'm going to again plenty of times, but I don't. We're gonna have to deal with this bratty side of hers, because it's making me want to crack my belt across her ass. Not that it's a bad thing.

With shaky fingers, Cara reaches to her hips. My eyes follow her hands as she hooks her thumbs in her thong and starts pulling it down. Her feet shake on their toes and she tenses, slipping the panties off her feet.

"Good girl," I tell her again, and my fingers wrap around her dainty little ankles.

She gasps and I grin at her, loving the effect I'm having on her body. She can try to deny it, but sooner or later Cara will realize she was made for me.

"Now show me your pussy," I order her. "Spread yourself wide open for me, Cara. I want to see every fucking part of you."

She hesitates again, but her own body gets the better of her and she lifts up her sweet white dress, showing me the shaved triangle between her legs. I exhale, my breath ragged, as she reaches between her thighs and shows me her pretty pink pussy. She opens herself up for me, showing me every fold, every fucking throbbing, soaked part of that sweet cunt. I'm worried I'm gonna cum in my pants, for fuck's sake.

"Such a beautiful little pussy," I say roughly. "Hands behind your back now, hold your wrists. Be a good girl, Cara."

She doesn't say a word, but she pants heavily as she crosses her arms behind her back. I torture her for a while longer, leaving hot, panting breaths along the skin of her inner thighs.

"Please," she finally begs, blushing as soon as she realizes the word has slipped out. "Mason, I-"

"What did I tell you to call me?" I ask her, my grip on her ankles tightening.

"Sir," she manages to get out. "Sir, please. Get it over with."

"Get it over with?" I chuckle and tickle her legs, my fingers sliding along her thighs and making her squirm. "Oh, baby, you're gonna be begging me not to stop by the time I'm finished with you."

With that, I lean closer, letting my beard prickle the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She moans, sweet and soft and sensual, as I lick and bite at her creamy skin. Fucking shit, she tastes delicious. If I'm not careful, she's going to realize how fucking crazy I am about her and get the upper hand.

I kiss my way between her legs, and Cara tenses all her muscles, her ass almost lifting off the bench. She's moaning, sexy little sounds that make me swell in my pajamas. I bite the lips of her pussy and she thrusts her hips into my face. My hands leave her ankles and I wrap them around her waist instead. She makes a move to wrap her legs around my neck, but I stop her, giving her a stern look.

"Legs on your toes, muscles tense," I remind her, and she nods so fervently it makes her hair tumble forward. "Good girl."

I know for a fact she's never been licked here. I'm the first man tasting her, having her in my mouth, and I intend on being the last one, too. I burrow between her legs and she lets out a long moan, her hands desperately shaking behind her back. I bite her sweet clit, throbbing and slippery wet from her juices running down her thighs.

"Sir," she whispers. "Sir, I want to cum again, please."

I chuckle between her legs and get back to work. I almost get lost in her, the sweetness of her pussy and the way her folds part to let my tongue in. I work her until she's gasping, whether it's my name or the one I told her to address me with, I don't even know. I don't even stop her when she reaches for me, her hands wrapping in my hair desperately, trying to get off on my mouth. So damn desperate.

I wait until she's so close she's almost bursting. And even though it kills me, I give her sweet clit one last lick before moving away. Her eyes are glazed over as she looks at me.

"No, fucking please," she begs. "Please, more. Please, let me cum."

"No," I tell her simply. "My fucking turn."

Her eyes widen as I pull my cock out of my trousers and she starts moaning. For a second I'm sure my plan has backfired and she's gonna cum from the sight of my cock alone. Every time she tries to touch that sinful little pussy, I smack her hands away.

"You knew you weren't supposed to be here, Cara," I tell her roughly. "So tonight, you don't get to cum. But I do. I deserve it, don't you think?"

I start working my cock, slow, long strokes. She just whimpers and her eyes glaze over even more as she stares at me. I'm getting close, really fucking close. I was worried about her reaction, worried she'd get scared when she saw the size of my cock. She has no experience, after all. She doesn't even know I could split her in half.

Suddenly, Cara drops to her knees and crawls closer to me. I wrap my fingers in her hair and hold her at an arm's length, and she makes desperate little noises in the back of her throat, trying to get clos

er to me.

"What a filthy little girl," I tell her softly, feeling a drop of precum glide down my tip and her hungry eyes following it. "You want a taste, don't you, Cara?"

"Please," she mewls. "Just one. Just one drop."

"I don't think so." I grin wickedly at her, and a grunt leaves my lips as I feel myself at the brim. Cara scoots closer, parting her lips and opening her mouth so wide. She's too far away to get a taste, but goddamn, is she trying.

"Jesus, Cara," I growl, and she blinks, long lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks, her pink tongue out and ready for my cum.

I don't want to, but I fucking spurt cum all over my hand, all over my fucking fist and she cries and fidgets when it runs down my thigh and seeps into the ground.

She rips herself out of my hold when I'm not careful, and her little tongue sneaks up my thigh, licking up a trail of cum. She moans and moans and I feel myself dripping again as another, fucking painful orgasm, takes over my body.

Cara cleans my leg and pants for more, but as soon as my cock is drained, I put it back in my pants and grab her firmly in my arms. She's so far gone she tries to grind on my lap, still so fucking desperate to cum for me. I carry her out of the garden, her body needily convulsing in my arms.

I don't stop until we're in my bedroom. I don't give a shit if anyone sees us. Finally, I place her in my bed, and she starts grinding against the sheets.

"Little slut," I tell her, but my voice is gentle. I dig around in a chest of drawers at the foot of my bed until I find my favorite silk rope. Cara's eyes widen as I pull it out, but she doesn't question me when I tie her wrists to the bedpost. It's only when she realizes why I'm doing this that she mewls in protest.

"Now, now, Cara," I coo. "Can't have you getting yourself off, now. Then your punishment would've been in vain, right?"

"Fuck you," she says desperately, and I laugh at her, helpless and stunning in my bed.

"I have some work to do," I tell her simply. "I'll be back in the morning."