Companion 3000

Pierce pushed the thought away. He didn’t need to be thinking such foolishness. What he needed was to concentrate on the matter at hand. The matter of the half-naked, blindfolded Leita tied to her bed and waiting for the real show to begin. He stepped forward, deliberately making a noise he knew she could hear. Sure enough, she jumped a little and turned her head toward him.

“Leita,” he said, using his deepest, most authoritative voice. The voice he knew made her shiver with need. “Are you ready to begin?”

She sat up a little straighter, pulling at the restraints that tied her securely but not harmfully to the bed to do it. “Y-yes,” she stuttered in a voice so soft he could barely hear her.

“Speak up,” he barked, making his voice deliberately harsh. “And call me Master when you speak to me.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, in a slightly stronger voice. Her small pink tongue flicked out, wetting her glistening red lips. Pierce felt a surge of heat in the region of his cock. Goddess, but she was beautiful! Who would have thought that innocent-looking Leita would have such fierce cravings? She continued to surprise him, continued to enchant him with her blend of naiveté and hunger.

“Spread your legs for me, Leita,” he commanded, knowing just what she needed to hear. “Let me get a good look at your soft, naked cunt.” He sat on the bed beside her and watched as she opened her thighs wider, exposing her dripping pussy. Damn but this was turning her on! Pierce had played such games before, mostly in fun with a woman or two who was curious about the darker side of sex. But this was the first time he’d ever been with someone who seemed to need it the way Leita did, and that made all the difference. He found himself responding to her need, his cock hardening in his leather pants.

He put a hand on her inner thigh, stroking and kneading the soft pale flesh until she moaned. Pierce hadn’t made love to her the night before and had forbidden her to touch herself the entire day as they worked and went about their business. He could tell she was dying for release but he wanted her on the razor’s edge for their game that night. Judging by the way her little pink pussy was swollen and wet with need, he’d gotten the desired result.

“How does it feel to be so bare down there?” he asked, trailing one fingertip over the clean-shaven mound of her cunt. “How does it feel to be completely naked, Leita? Well, except for this little string of pearls, anyway.” He stroked down the strand of pearls glistening with her moisture and Leita gasped and arched her back, offering herself to him with abandon.

“Please, Master, it feels incredible,” she panted. “Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Now please, please touch me. You have to touch me—I’m going crazy!”

“I don’t have to do anything,” Pierce corrected her, but he let his finger stroke down the pearls once more. This time he rolled them to one side and stroked over her enflamed clit as well. Leita jumped and moaned.

“Please…oh, please fuck me!” she begged in that soft, heated voice he could feel all the way down to his balls.

Pierce almost lost it then and there. Sitting on the bed, watching her writhe and moan and beg to be fucked was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen in his entire life. Part of him wanted to do as she asked, wanted to part the sweet lips of her pussy with the head of his cock and shove into her heated depths. He wanted to ride her cunt until he filled her with his cum. But that would be going too fast, he reminded himself. They had a long way to go before he took her.

“I’ll fuck you, baby girl,” he said in a voice that was only slightly hoarse despite the ache building in his cock. “But not just yet. First you need a lesson in discipline.”

Leita keened softly and writhed on the bed. “Are…are you going to spank me?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Pierce stroked her thigh again, making her moan. “But no, I have something else in mind for right now. Maybe next time I’ll spank you.” Always do the unexpected, was his motto. In a fight or in the bedroom, it was a philosophy that had served him well. Leita expected a spanking but he would give her something else—a different kind of pain, a deeper kind of pleasure.

Pierce fingered the objects he gripped in his hand—he’d found them at the far back of her closet. He was willing to bet that Leita had forgotten she’d ever bought them and with the blindfold on her eyes, she wouldn’t be able to see what was coming until he had them securely attached.