His Secret (Man Of The House Taboo Erotica)

“No. Crawl. I don’t think that you’ve been showing me enough gratitude lately.” I said, and she blanched. I looked at her back as she just glared at me.

“I can leave. You won’t see me for a week or more if that’s what you want. I think it’d be a fitting punishment.” I told her, and she shrunk to her knees. I bit my bottom lip trying not to smile too hard as I sat down, staring at her. I continued tapping my foot, waiting for her to do as I said. I wasn’t going to allow myself to repeat a command. Alina started to shuffle her way over on her knees, but I held my hand up again.

“I said crawl. Hands and knees.” I said, emphasizing the hands, but she just stopped.

Her hands made little fists, and it was cute that she was angry, but I wasn’t going to let her out of this again. She finally decided it was worth it, and the way she shuffled over the floor, crawling with such a beaten expression on her face, I started to get hard. When she was over by me, I had her kneel between my legs. I smiled at her, running my fingers through her hair. It was knotted. She seemed to have been trying to comb it through with her fingers, but it didn’t seem to work too well.

“I’ll have to get you a brush.” I muttered. “There’s no reason for you to be in this condition.” I told her, but she just pursed her lips, obviously trying not to say anything at all. I looked at her, and I leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“I’ll give you two choices, hmm?” I said, teasing Alina, trying to goad her into saying anything at all.

“You can either suck me off or receive a spanking. Which would you prefer?” I asked, but Alina still didn’t say anything. I could feel her breathing pick up though, and her breasts jiggled as she tried to suppress a small amount of panic.

“Well you better choose before I choose for you, Alina. I don’t expect for you to just sit there and disobey me with your silence.” I said, gritting my teeth at her. My fingers gripped her hair a little tighter. Almost painfully so. I dragged her up by her hair when she said nothing more, and quickly I bent her over my knees.

“I told you that I’d choose for you.” I said, and she tried to cry out no, but a quick yank to her hair made her quiet.

I traced my fingertips over her bare back, and she squirmed on my lap. My cock was hard against her stomach, but I wasn’t going to indulge it just yet. Thwack. It was a loud sound, echoing through the room, but I knew that it didn’t sting as much as it could have. If I really wanted to hurt her, I would be using my belt after all. I thought, but Alina didn’t know that and she cried out despite it. I delivered another smack to her other ass cheek, alternating as she squirmed on my lap. I didn’t even try to hide the smile on my face this time. Not that she’d see it.

“Count. Count, and it’ll only be to ten.” I told her, smacking her ass harder when she said nothing.

“One.” She cried out.

“That’s a good girl.” I mocked her, doing it again.

“Two.” She whimpered, and it went on until she had finally gotten to ten, but it had been fifteen smacks later.

I wasn’t going to count the ones she didn’t. Obviously, they didn’t sting enough in the first place. I thought, and my cock was rock hard and throbbing against her. I allowed her off of my lap, and she fell to her knees in front of me again. My han

d shot out, wrapping in her hair before she bit her bottom lip, looking at me with dried tears on her cheek.

“Come now, Alina. If I wanted to hurt you, I could have. You know that. I didn’t take off my belt did I?” I mocked her, and she shook her head. Her fire hadn’t returned yet, and I knew that when it did it’d be hell to tame again. I was going to take full advantage of her in her current state of obedience.

“Now come closer and thank me before I do decide to take out my belt.” I said quietly, which seemed to startle Alina even more than if I was yelling. I unbuttoned my pants, and I pulled her mouth closer to my cock.

“Lick the head.” I directed her, and her tongue darted out to do so. She grimaced for a moment, but I knew I kept a good enough diet that it didn’t bother her with the taste.

“Now take it and suck on it like a good girl.” I told her, and as she wrapped her lips around me, I pushed her head down until the head of my cock was at the back of her throat.

“Since you don’t want to call me Master, maybe I should keep your mouth busy more often, hmm?” I told her, but she tried to shake her head no. I pulled her off of my cock.

“No.” She whimpered.

“No what?” I said, but before she could say anything, I pushed her down. Her jaw tensed, but Alina obviously knew better than to bite me as she sucked instead, waiting until I allowed her a small breath to correct her statement.

“No Master.” She whimpered, and I smiled. I let her go up and down on her own, enjoying her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock as I kept my grip lighter in her hair. I knew it’d take forever for her to finish me, and so after a few more minutes, I let her off with a small sigh.

“I’m going to bring you something later. Unless you’d like me to let go of the restraint I showed you, I suggest that you follow what I tell you to.” I said before I left abruptly after putting my cock away. She wasn’t ready for me to go as rough with her as I wanted, and so leaving seemed the only thing I could do. For now. I reminded myself, but it was easier said than done.

Alina: Giving an Inch, Giving a Mile

I didn’t know what to do at first. I just stood there stunned. When I looked at the bag of clothes I had traded part of my dignity for and found nothing but sheer, lacy nightgowns, I immediately threw it to the floor. They scattered, but I did nothing but sink into the chair that he had been occupying moments before and try to hold back my tears. It was obvious that I wasn’t going anywhere quickly if I’d ever make it out at all.

Hope was starting to diminish, and I hated to admit it, but it was becoming clear that there was at least a small part of me that liked what that man was doing to me. What my new Master was doing to me. I couldn’t deny the wetness that had seeped onto my thighs, and my clit and nipples seemed to ache. When he left me there, my thoughts immediately turned to the vibrator that was still lying on the floor, but I bit my bottom lip. I didn’t want to think about it.

A cold shower didn’t help anything but to make my nipples ache even more. I still felt hot all over. I ended up out of the shower, looking at the door waiting for him to come back. I don’t know what he meant, but I didn’t want to find out. At the same time, my heart seemed to be hammering louder by the minute. I heard footsteps outside, and I sat straighter in the bed, pulling the covers around me. I had thought briefly about putting on one of the nightgowns, but it was obvious they wouldn’t help me.

Yet, they’d make him happier. Happier means less likely to be punished. I thought, and I looked at the bag again, picking up the first one that was laying spread out and threw it on. It had matching panties, but I didn’t bother. They were lace anyways, but the sheer green fabric put a tinge on my skin, barely cradling my first breast, and it parted in the back. I didn’t need to look in the mirror to know I looked innocent. I just hoped that it was enough. The door wasn’t what opened, but instead a tray was pushed through. It had a note on it and a black bag. I didn’t think that my heart could pound any louder, but that’s when I heard him through the slot.