The next time I saw Elena was the day after. We’d slept apart, but met back up.
“So what’d you do after you left last night?” She asked, sipping her hot chocolate after letting me in.
“I told you, I had a date.”
Her eyes flicked up, then: “You know what I’m asking, right?”
I let a moment pass before answering, watching her.
Her drink suddenly drew all her attention. I had mercy.
“Yeah. And yes. She’s new. Beautiful-”
Red lips pressed together.
“- you might like her.”
She set the drink down and raised her eyes to mine, but not her chin, looking up at me through bangs and lashes with eyebrows raised. The appearance of offense. “You think you know my type?”
I let myself a small laugh. “No. No idea. But I know what I like‐”
She interrupted. “So?”
I let my hand slip from the table to her lap without any form of acknowledgment, talking just as slowly; I could see her try and do the same but as always her body betrayed her, eyes wide, mouth trying its best not to lick, bite its lips as my hand, then hands, traveled up her legs, every squeeze and caress a question, a mocking laugh punctuated by my slow, unbothered speech. Her body burned. I stoked.
“… I know what I like, I know what she likes — and I *know* what you like. Not type, that’s not important, not half as important as that voice inside you you try to hide and design against, trying to avoid its consequences. I like that voice. I love that voice. It’s honest. It wants what it wants. I can give it what it needs. And we can talk and talk about it, I can *tell* you you’re the best little slave, I can let you feel me-”
I began to stroke her pussy from outside her clothing, pressing hard, pulling her by the delicious meat of her thigh towards me, the chair alone complaining. Her eyes were closed now, head bent into my chest, breathing me in, hands wrapped around my arm as she let my voice consume her.
“- feel me pulse inside you as those words fill you. We’ll do that today. Soon. Soon you’ll reach down and stroke me in desperation before I wrap you around me. You’ll listen to my grunts as I get close, you’ll beg me to cum. I’ll hold you like the little ragdoll you are, hold you by the throat and ass, and make you watch as I fill you, tell you what a good girl you are. Would you like that?”
She moaned that she would, she would. Her back was to me now, head tilted, throat in my hand as her pussy drenched my fingers which, despite her small bucks, never entered her. Her hand reached back, feeling for my cock. I swatted it away.
“Suck.” I offered a finger drenched in her. She obeyed eagerly, happy to have an order. I lifted her up slightly and pulled her dress up and leggings down. “Play with yourself.” Instant obedience.
I couldn’t help it. I knew she hated it, but that made me want to push her just a bit further. I laughed. “You really are such a good little cumslut.”
She just squirmed in my lap, gasping as I began to toy with her nipple.
“But that voice… you’re jealous, aren’t you? You knew where I was going last night. You knew I didn’t shower. The girl from last night, she pulled herself apart for me. She was naked before we kissed, before I took anything off myself.” Her hand slowed, unsure. I just watched, smiling slightly behind her, lazily playing with her nipples and letting my hands drift along her, from throat to thigh. Suddenly my hands gripped both hard.
“Does it bother you? To know she took all of me, when you still can’t?”
A little nod. Eyes down, she answered. A low, embarrassed, “yes, daddy.”
I replaced her fingers with mine again, toying with her clit, teasing her hole, stopping only to taste her, to watch her squirm.
“She called me master as she obeyed. She cleaned me as I fell asleep. Can you do that?”
Her body bucks as I circle her clit. “Yes, dadd-… yes, Master. Please let me. Please stop just let me taste-”
“Quiet.”
“I just need to-”
“I said”, I grabbed her hard around the throat and flicked her clit roughly, growling right into her defenseless ear and causing her to squirm, moan, and recoil all at once, her desperate, sweaty body trying to escape and obey at the same time, “be. Fucking. Quiet. Are you gonna be good?”
She relaxed in my grip. Nodding. But not responding. I nearly shook her again, punished her ruthlessly, but realized my hand had cut off her airway entirely. Her mouth opened but no air could escape.
I took a deep breath, feeling her tremble against me. “Just listen baby. Be good and listen. We’re almost done. You knew where I was going last night. You asked.”
My little ragdoll was breathing now, licking my thumb and wrist of her own juices, lifting it to her mouth with both hands, eyes shut.
“But there’s a hierarchy to nearly everything. Do you think I told her where I was coming from? I didn’t have to. She knew before I even got here yesterday.”
Elena looked up, brow furrowed, her warm mouth making that perfect sound it makes when she knows in her core she has no say, that she belongs – belongs utterly – and has unconsciously taken a leap of faith. That mouth, hanging slightly open, the music of need and love and obedience passing through it, something suddenly occurred to me, something I’d already known — it was mine. It was mine, so I kissed it. Kissing her, I forgot, and unconsciously turned her to face me, straddle me as our hungry mouths met, spit strands falling, my hand on the back of her head, pulling her deeper, so focused on tasting every inch that I didn’t know she’d reached down until I felt cool air on my throbbing tip.
Everything else was automatic. Our mouths didn’t leave each other’s until I’d already lifted and dropped her halfway down my length. Our clothes rubbed together, pleasurable in the way everything is in that state. It wasn’t until I felt her nails dig into me, trying to pull more of me into herself, did I remember.
“She knew before I got here because I’d decided the first time she’d taste me, she’d taste you, too. She played with herself. She begged me to talk about you, to tell her how wet you are for me.” Elena’s breathing was ragged, her limbs tight around me, holding on as I thrusted faster and deeper, rubbing her clit as I spoke, a small whine starting to escape her between impacts. “I told her how you felt, how you strain and grind and whimper, made her admit how fucking good you taste, and she came to the thought of being forced to watch Us, to pitifully lick Us from below, of cleaning my feet with her tongue after you grind yourself on them. She watched the videos of you pulling yourself apart for me, sucking me, and tried to mimic you as I laughed at her.” Elena thrashed in my arms before going totally limp. I kept dragging her along my length, breathing her in, torturing her neck as she spasmed around me. I bent my head to whisper in her ear as we came, murmuring to her as we came down off our peak, interrupting myself with low groans. “I told her to say who felt better –she came just trying to say your name.” A vision invaded my mind, one where Elena was much as she was now, wrapped around me in every way, murmuring “daddy” into my chest as we descend from climax, beneath us, her. We didn’t acknowledge her, letting her lap up what ran down my thigh, what droplets hung from Elena’s ass. At most, I’d reach down and, as smoothly, as unconsciously as flipping a light switch, drag her upwards by the hair. No words were needed, no commands. Elena and I didn’t break our attentions as our appendage serviced and cleaned us, moaning slavishly at her reduction, not fit to join, only to burn, quietly, to watch Elena ride and coax every drop from me. Her reward would be to be second, to sit beneath us expectantly, open-mouthed, as I dripped from Elena, and to be, at best, mocked for the position she craved.
Elena breathed softly, whimpering into my chest as I slowly softened and slipped from her. Her open mouth offered itself, and we kissed as she shuddered into me, knowing that something had changed or been known or expressed honestly and now — we lived in the aftermath. I held her tight to me, running my fingers from knee to clit as we kissed gently. I breathed her in.
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