She shakes her head, “no.”
“Have you learned your lesson?”
She nods, “yes,” her face goes from crimson to purple.
Pressing my mouth to her ear, I take a deep breath, inhaling my property’s scent. She is mine. I’ve earned her through years of built trust. She knows me being in control leads to something better and more intense than anything she imagined before we met. That’s why I have this respect. It’s why she gave up her authority. I take another deep breath. My property smells amazing. Savoring her for a moment, her eyes fluttering against my cheek. And then, I speak the words she desperately wants to hear. “Cum for me.”
I let go of her throat and she topples onto the floor. Her body heaves. She convulses and shakes. She cries out, “Fuuuuuuck!” Her hips still grind on her hand. I scream, “Cum again! Now! Right, now!” And being a good little slut, she does. I stand over her and watch the pathetic mess I’ve turned her into. I watch as she disappears into one orgasm after another. I pick up every one of them and put them in my pocket. I collect them. I keep them in a safe place. Her orgasms do not belong to her. They’re mine. She knows this, but we both enjoy it when I reteach her.
She still writhes on the kitchen floor. Her eyes close. Her breasts rise and fall with each deep breath. I crouch down beside her and pet her face. She turns towards me, squeezing my hand between her cheek and shoulder. “Remember your place,” I kiss her forehead. “Next time, I may not be so nice.”