I barked it at her, slapping her ass while she writhed helplessly. “Yours, master!” She arched to me, taking me deeper. I lifted my hands to cinch her nipples so that she cried out in sexual need.
And then I leaned over her when every stroke of mine ignited a whine from her, when every whimper was of desperate madness on her part as she still held back her orgasm. My hand seemed to automatically move to her hair and I clasped the smooth column of her throat, pulling her back so that my lips were at her ear. “Cum for me, Tuesday.”
Like a firecracker, she gasped with shock… and then screamed with pleasure so that I laughed, covering her mouth and punishing her asshole with my cock. “God, you sick little fuck. You loved the thought of that.” And she did because her orgasm was as hot as any she’d had with me.
I made her do things like go to lunch with me but at nights I abused her so she couldn’t think too much about her relationship phobia. She was never without the marks of my love on her. Cane tracks, whip licks, crop bites, scratches where I clawed at her. She ate it up like candy when I gave it to her while I whispered in a cruel voice in her ear that she should learn to like those marks like a uniform. I hissed that she should get used to feeling the bite of pain on her ass every time she sat because it made me horny. And she was fucking mine to do with as I pleased.
There were other games too, where I called her work phone when she was finishing her close off and purred in her ear. “Take the subway to the park and when you reach the entrance, run, little Tuesday. And you’d better give me a thrilling chase or I might have to find other ways to amuse myself.”
She would laugh in my ear. “You’re a bloody fiend!” And she would be excited with the game, but invariably whenever she reached the destination I commanded her to she would have fear in her eyes and be looking over her shoulder because I stayed out of sight and watched the emotions crest in her. And then she would start running, going to different trees to hide herself. I chased her with a grin through the 24/7 park and when I reached a hard surface where she was near? I tapped a cane on that surface, threatening her out loud as if I didn’t know where she was. “I don’t think I’m nearly satisfied, baby. You might want to try harder.” And by then she’d learned terror at the sound of the cane in my hands so she did absolutely try harder, sprinting while I laughed. But when I caught her? Nothing bad ever happened. We had a late night snack. Don’t give me that look. I’m damn well aware it’s a fucking park and I’m not out for a sex offender record, believe it or not. We ate fucking crackers together and talked about ICP, Jesus.
But I never crossed that line that we both approached with baited breath. I never offered to show her my dungeon and she never asked, perhaps with some instinct that the dungeon was where we’d pass a bridge and burn it. I already had ideas about her in there, all of them extreme and brutal. It wouldn’t be a light little play session that she would just get to walk away from. It’d be something special and terrible. So we didn’t talk about it, but it waited for the both of us, an event that made my heart race. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t have a problem with admitting my love for Tuesday. But I wasn’t sure about her and wanted to give her a little more time.
But that “little more time” was fast becoming ridiculous when she showed me every day how much she loved me with her messages wishing me a good morning and the delicious cookies she would bake me. It thrilled me because it seemed more and more clear that I would have to be the one to cross that line and it would be far more interesting if I did.
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“What are you doing?” Tuesday giggled against where I held her on my love seat. We’d rented a movie and made dinner together, having a lazy date night.
I kissed her again, turning her face to mine and this time I teased her lips open with my tongue, smiling. “Movie turned very boring. But fortunately I have a slave to entertain me during my boredom.”
She giggled up at me and purred, kissing me back for our make out session. Like two teenagers, we nipped at each other, tasting each other curiously. I held her away from my cock since she would have jumped me for it and that wasn’t allowed just yet. I just wanted to be playful for a minute. “You taste like cinnamon now,” she whispered with a giggle.
I chuckled, biting her lower lip. “So do you.” Because we’d had a dessert of cinnamon rolls and shared a few shots of cinnamon Jack afterwards.
She laughed, breathless and so happy against me that it made my heart soar with amazement. “Wait! I have to go get something from the car before we keep going.”
I sat back against the love seat with a grin. She’d told me she’d left something even when we’d gotten to my door and she was smart to bring it up now before I got started. Once I did, she would be mine until my dominance was satisfied. “Alright, go on. I wouldn’t take too long though.” I stroked my cock thoughtfully through my jeans while she swallowed. “Who knows what I might come up with if given the time?”
She giggled and threw a Twizzler at me from the coffee table while I laughed. “You’re absolutely satanic, you know that?”
I grinned, watching her go to the door and delighting to the fact that she both felt comfortable enough to tease me and was scared enough to run from me. “Laveyan belief is actually just atheism and sexual intercourse has 17 letters, Two,” I called after her.
She turned around with a bemused but laughing look. One might even say it was bemused and amused. Heh heh. “What? Okay, you’re just spouting random shit to keep me longer so you can be more cruel and that’s wrong of you.” She turned and left, hurrying while I jumped up and waited by the door for enough time to pass that she would be out of sight. And then I still looked left and right to make sure.
True facts? Stalking someone is definitely not a glamorous thing. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I had absolutely tons of fun doing it but it required some quick and not very graceful work every now and again. Like those times when I’d had to make sure that Two was distracted in her store and wouldn’t see me hiding her blindfolds in the book. I had to both stay out of her sight and not get Tate’s or Jackson’s attention. And using binoculars to watch her masturbate? There’s no way to hold those to your eyes and not feel like Jack Nicholson just led you from your cell for a fishing trip. But it was fun and it had led to even more fun.
Even after she saw my face I liked to play ridiculous games. I darted down my stairwell after her, snickering to myself. And when I reached the parking garage I had to skirt around a long ass way to get to my designated parking spaces, but it kept me out of sight, and I stayed back, grinning when she walked into view. She was already looking over her shoulder with laughter in her eyes because she knew me that fucking well. I had every intention of waiting for her to unlock my sports car and then grab her from behind while she squealed in laughter behind my palm. And then I’d fuck her in the back seat where the tint would hide us while I growled in her ear that her teasing me had made me too hard so this was all her fault and she didn’t get to cum. She was just to take it and service me because she was a filthy little slut of a tease and deserved it.