Without Remorse

“Yes, Master,” she agreed, and did what he said. Watching her naturally lubricate her fingers, spitting and then shoving three fingers deep in her mouth while looking at the camera over her shoulder for effect, it took Nicholas’s own years of discipline not to throw the camera to the side and plunge inside her right this damn second.

Instead he stood still as a statue while she dipped three fingers inside herself. It was a stretch. He could see by the look on her face, which he zoomed in on. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and her eyebrows scrunched with pleasured concentration as she worked her tiny little digits up her pussy.

“Do you like that, Master? What do you want me to do, now? Do you want me to get a sex toy?”

“No,” Nicholas growled. “I want you to suck those fingers clean of your own juices.”

She immediately did, and the suckling noises she made as she sucked her fingers clean were fucking indecent.

“Crawl to your nightstand. Lube a plug and plug that ass.”

“What size, Master?”

“The largest size. I’m gonna fuck every hole you got tonight and you better be prepared.”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

Nicholas stood as she began crawling. Watching through the camera frame, her on his leash, ass out, he had to admit, maybe it made him a sick fucking bastard, but it was a hot goddamned sight.

“What’d you make me for desert?” Nicholas asked.

She paused as she was pulling the big plug out of her nightstand. “I— Well I didn’t know you wanted dessert tonight, Master. I didn’t make any.”

He pulled back on her collar, making her head come backwards just enough to be uncomfortable. “I suppose I’ll have to punish you. Bring out all the toys and lay them on the bed until I decide the appropriate punishment.”

Down the collar, Nicholas felt her shiver and he smiled.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl,” he said, and her back arched, her ass giving a little twitch of pleasure at the endearment. “Now shove that plug up your ass and don’t bother being too gentle about it. I know you’ve been stretching yourself all week. At least if you’ve been honest about obeying every text I’ve sent you, it won’t be any problem.”

All week he’d been playing Dom by text, giving her assignments throughout the day, including plenty of plug-n-play.

She merely looked back at the camera and arched an eyebrow while she took the largest plug and inserted it in her pussy. It was so big it made her gasp as it slipped in, far larger than her three slim fingers.

“Wrong hole, kitten.”

She just let a smile cross her face as she slipped it out of her pussy and then dragged it towards her back hole. She bit her tongue and let her eyes roll backwards as she inserted it up her anus with nothing but natural lube, in one swift motion that had Nicholas fucking gasping.

Her back arched, aiming her ass even more towards the camera as she settled the plug. Attached to the base of the plug was a fluffy pink tail. Kitten indeed.

Nicholas couldn’t help reaching forwards and tugging on the tail. The large bulbous end of the plug was so well inserted, tugging on the plug all but jerked Sloane backwards.

“That’s my good girl. Do you feel full now?”

“Yes,” she said, and to his satisfaction, she sounded a little out of breath. Good. There was no point to this if he wasn’t pushing her boundaries.

“Now get your ass to the kitchen,” he demanded. And grabbed a flogger from the bed. “I’m gonna make this pretty little kitten ass pink all the way there. Don’t be afraid to scream, little kitten. Our viewers want every bit of the experience. Show them that you’re mine to toy with, whatever I wish. I command, you obey. Say it. I command, you obey.”

Nicholas gave her ass a swat with the flogger and she jumped forwards on her hands and knees. Still, she looked back at the camera, her face flushed. “You command, I obey.”

“I command, you obey. Now crawl, pretty kitty.”

She crawled. He held her leash tight so she’d feel the tension the entire time, occasionally aiming a flick of the flogger towards her ass that was growing pinker by the second. Her ass twitched and flicked as she tried to escape the flogger, sending her tail flicking madly back and forth. If Nicholas hadn’t been on a mission, he would have thought it was fucking adorable.

As it was, he followed and approached the cooling roast on the counter. He pulled out his electric knife from the drawer and carved several slices off the roast, then pulled out plates and portioned out two of them, piling on potatoes and carrots that she’d also cooked with the roast.

Then he took them to the table. He set his phone, still on camera-mode, on the counter beside the table aimed towards his chair. He flipped it so that he could see the screen while it recorded. He wanted to watch the view while he defiled his wife.