Breaking In His Virgin - Club Lush

The screen went black, casting them from my domain. My mind at ease that everything would go swimmingly. I showed little sign of it on the outside, my poker face cultivated from years of practice but I was very happy. Happy and horny. It was time to visit my little pet again. My cock was already hard by the time I got to her door. I would have to be careful or I might end up fucking her before she was ready. It had been a while since I’d fucked and I had few other options. I resolved to focus my attentions on Celeste. Get her to be the best she could be.

She was already awake when I came in. I’d waited until she’d fallen asleep the night before. Watching her through the camera. It had taken a while for her to drift off but she seemed to sleep soundly when she did. No signs of any nightmares which was good. I didn’t think she would but it was still something to watch for. I could tell there was something wrong. Some trauma she was hiding. Like I had been able to tell with Molly. There was something about trauma that left a mark. Even if it was a psychic one.

“Master!”

“Come,” I said, evenly.

Indeed she did. My little pet all but running to me. Dropping to her knees and kissing my feet in thanks for returning to her.

“That is a much better attitude. Certainly better than last night. Are you sorry for disobeying?”

“Yes master! Very much!”

“Are ready to do things properly, without back talk or attitude?”

“Yes, master.”

She sounded so certain hough I was less so. I knew she was a fighter and had resistance in her soul. Though it was good she was at least willing to try.

“Come,” I said, taking her by the hand.

Leading her over to a specially designed chair, I sat down and started untying my pet’s robe. She didn’t move as it fell away. Leaving her only in the suit. As a test, I slipped a finger into her pussy and felt around. Making her gasp as I did so.

“Have you been touching yourself?” I asked, my finger still deep in her depths.

“No, master.”

I searched her eyes looking for a lie but found none.

“You need my permission to do that.”

“Of course, master. I didn’t, I swear I didn’t.”

“You’re really wet,” I observed.

“For you, master. Only for you.”

“Good. It is time for your next lesson.

I got her into position and put her over my lap. Her pussy and ass in the air. Giving her ass a few gentle strokes and some harder squeezes, I let in with a spank. Not a hard or particularly harsh one. I used the flat of my hand and went straight down so it was more of a hard pat. My brave little pet scarcely reacted. I was mostly still trying to break her in. Get her used to my style of play. She didn’t seem to mind at all.

She did really well through the spanking and I decided to reward her with some oral. Leaving her where she was, prone across my lap, I leaned down and ran my tongue the length of her glistening pussy. She was even more wet than before. She’d liked what I’d done to her ass and I was glad for that. I lapped at her sweet, tender lips until she was getting very close to orgasm. Then, I stopped, following through with a hard spank that made her yelp.

“No, not yet.”

“B-but it feels so good!”

“Glad to hear it but you need to learn some self-control. You are not to cum until I say you can. If you start to come before I say you can, you get spanked, got it?”

“Yes, master.”

I started again with my fingers. Getting her relaxed and ready with my fingers. When she was wet and tender I started to lick again, going slower. Gliding my tongue along her sweetness. Intentionally avoiding her clit, which I’d found out was exceptionally sensitive. This could be an advantage in the right context, though she needed to be able to control herself first.

It took longer the second time. I patiently licked and slurped and sucked until she was again, tipping on the edge of a massive orgasm. Again, I stopped cold, planting a hard, harsh spank on her round ass. A crimson handprint rising up on her flesh. She let out a short, sharp cry at the moment of impact. Though other than that, she took the strike with stoicism. I stroked her ass, proud of her. She was already doing better, and was starting to take strikes properly. Wasting no time, I dove back in, hard and intense, burying my face in her sweet little cunt. Making her gasp shortly with surprise as well as pleasure. I wanted to see exactly how much she could take.