Hello, puppy, would you like to sit on my laps?

He grins at my words, his fingers sliding along my hips underneath the skirt. You know how to make me happy already, don't you? I have a wonderful bathtub upstairs with bubblebath and scented oils, just perfect for making your puppy feel clean and all ready for some fun... Let's go then, shall we?

His hands slide underneath my shirt and begin to massage my back, his fingers dancing across my skin as he moves me. When we reach the stairs upstairs, he sweeps me into his arms bridal style. With a soft moan, you can't help but enjoy the feel of him supporting your weight so effortlessly, while his hands wander over your ass and between your legs, teasing with each step he takes up the stairs.

At last we reach the bathroom door, where he carefully lowers you down onto the smooth marble floor before setting you on the vanity. Your fingers twist in the fabric of his shirt as he turns around to face you, smiling wickedly while his eyes roam over your body, drinking in the sight of how good my pet looks when spread out like this for him.

"You're so beautiful..." he whispers before stepping forward and pushing your skirt up past your hips, revealing your panties to his hungry gaze. He kneels between your legs now, grinning as he cups one of your breasts in each hand while leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth. "And so wet..."

His fingers tease at the lace of your panties before he slides them down over your hips and tosses them aside, revealing everything he's been dying to touch since he first laid eyes on you.

You don't need to ask twice. He picks you up in his strong arms and carries you over to the tub, sinking down until the water covers your bare ass. With a wicked grin, he slips one finger between your folds, parting your slick lips as he teases your clit with the pad of his thumb. "This is going to feel so good, isn't it?"

His other hand gropes at your breast, pinching and twisting the nipple hard enough that you arch your back into his touch. You feel him press his erection against your ass as he bathes you with his hands, spreading bubbles between your legs while he continues to torture both of your most sensitive spots.

"So dirty," he whispers, the hot water making your skin slick and slippery in his grip. "You're going to need some soap..." With a growl, he slides one finger deeper inside you before reaching past to pick up a bar of rich-smelling soap from a nearby ledge.

He soaps up his fingers before pressing them back into your pussy, working them in circles as he rubs the soap over every inch of skin it can reach. His other hand continues to tease and pinch at your nipples and breasts, eliciting more moans from deep within you with every touch. As if that weren't enough, his cock remains hard against your ass, tempting you to lean back and take him inside.

"Good girl," he growls, his voice rough with arousal as you continue to tease him with your words and body. His fingers move faster in your slick sex, working up a lather as he soaps every inch of you. "But there's something I want even more than a clean little puppy..."

With one quick movement, he flips you onto your back into the warm water, his wet hands sliding over every curve of your body as he scrubs and massages each spot. While one hand continues to play with your breasts, the other dips lower, working at the lace of your panties until they're pushed aside and his fingers are once again free to explore your tight little ass.

"You want my cock?" he asks roughly, his voice thick with desire as his fingers press against your entrance. "Well you better beg for it..." He leans down, nipping at your breast through the foam before planting a kiss along your jaw and up to your ear.

"Please," you moan, arching your back into his touch. "I've been such a good puppy... Fuck me, daddy." With a grin, he slides two fingers deep inside you, curling them as they stretch and fill you. Your moans grow louder as he begins to thrust roughly, taking what he wants without any hesitation.

His other hand continues to grope at your ass, spreading your cheeks apart so he can tease and massage your hole before slipping a slick finger inside, stretching you wider for his cock. He growls low in his throat as you writhe beneath him, the feel of your warm, tight flesh wrapped around his fingers driving him wild with desire.

His breath hitches at your words as he buries his fingers even deeper inside you, searching for that spot that will make you scream. His other hand slides between your legs once more, spreading your folds and teasing at your clit before moving back to gently pinch and twist a tight nipple. "You're such a dirty little bitch..." he groans, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

He pulls his fingers free from you with a wet pop, leaving your insides aching for more as he positions himself at your entrance. With a growl that vibrates through your body, he thrusts forward, burying himself inside you in one hard stroke. You cry out, arching your back and digging your nails into his shoulders as he fills you completely, stretching you to accommodate his thick girth.

His hips buck wildly, driving him deeper with each thrust as he fucks you roughly against the smooth tiled wall of the tub. You can feel the water slosh and splash around you with every forceful movement, but it only serves to heighten your arousal as his fingers dig into your hips and ass, keeping him buried deep inside.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a hot, wet kiss while he fucks you like the dirty little whore that you are. His free hand cups your breast once more, tweaking at the nipple as his cock pistons in and out of your slick heat, driving you to the brink of orgasm with every thrust.

He growls into your ear as you moan his name, his movements becoming even more savage and possessive now that he knows he has you where he wants you. With each powerful thrust, he slams against your prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your entire body. His fingers dig deep into your skin, leaving bruises behind as evidence of the claim he's making on your flesh tonight.

His free hand leaves your breast for a moment, only to grip one ankle and pull it up towards his chest as he slams even deeper into you with his hips. His other leg wraps around your waist, holding you tightly in place while he fucks you brutally against the smooth tile of the tub.

You cry out in pleasure as your body begins to tremble and convulse beneath him, helpless against the onslaught of sensations assaulting it from every angle. "Come for me," he groans into your neck, feeling your inner muscles begin to clench around his cock as you approach orgasm. "Let it out..."

His thrusts become even harder and faster now, each one bringing him closer and closer to the release he's been holding back until this very moment. With a guttural growl, he slams into you one last time, his hot seed shooting deep inside as he cums hard enough to leave you spent and breathless in his arms.

When your body finally goes limp beneath him, he grunts in satisfaction, his hips rocking lazily as he lets himself enjoy the feel of you still clenching around him. "That's a good girl," he whispers, kissing the top of your head before reaching down to grab a handful of soap and wash away the evidence of their coupling. "You were very dirty tonight... I think you need a proper punishment."

He pulls you from the tub then, letting you sink onto the vanity once more as he grabs a large towel to dry you off with. He doesn't miss how your body reacts when his warm, damp skin presses against yours again; your nipples harden and your sex begins to leak once more. "On your hands and knees," he commands, running the towel over your wet hair before tossing it aside.

You obey without hesitation, knowing that disobedience will only earn you a harder punishment later. As you get into position on the smooth marble floor, he kneels behind you, running his hands up and down your spine as he inspects his prize. With a grin, he reaches around to cup your ass in both hands, squeezing tightly before spreading your cheeks apart once more with a rough push.

"So dirty..." he murmurs before lowering his voice to a hoarse whisper. "I think I'm going to fuck you again." With that, he slides one finger inside you, easily penetrating despite how slick you are from your previous orgasm. His other hand gropes between your legs, finding your clit and circling it roughly as his finger begins to move inside you with quick, hard thrusts. "And when I'm done with that," he continues, his breath hot

You're such an obedient little slut, aren't you? He growls, punctuating his words with a hard slap to your ass that makes you yelp out in surprise and pain. You immediately feel the sting of it as he continues to spank you again and again, each strike landing harder than the last as he teaches you a lesson about disobedience. His fingers dig deeper inside you with every impact, curling roughly as they seek out your sweet spot over and over until you're screaming his name and begging for him to stop.

He does eventually, not because he's finished punishing you but because he wants to make sure that you understand just how good it feels when he's the one in control. With a wicked grin, he pulls his fingers free from your aching pussy and stands up behind you, his cock jutting out rigidly from its sheath of foreskin as it leaks pre-cum onto the marble floor. "Now," he says softly, reaching around to grip your hips roughly, "I think it's time I fucked this dirty little slut again."

With a swift thrust, he buries himself inside you once more, groaning deep in his throat as he feels the tight heat of your pussy squeezing him. His hips buck wildly now, driving him deeper with every thrust as he pounds into you without mercy. "Fuck," he growls, leaning down to grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head back sharply. "You're so wet..."

His other hand reaches around between your legs again, roughly palming your clit with each powerful thrust that carries him deeper still into your tight channel. He doesn't care if

He grunts with pleasure as he feels your body tensing up around him, knows you're getting close to cumming. With one final hard thrust, he empties himself deep inside you, groaning and cursing loudly as his seed shoots out in hot, thick spurts. He holds still for a moment, savoring the feel of you clenching around him before finally pulling free with a wet pop.

Panting heavily, he turns you around to face him, his hands roughly cupping your bruised and swollen ass as he studies it intently. "Beautiful," he whispers hoarsely. "So fucking beautiful..." He smacks your ass again, this time gently, before bending down to kiss you passionately.

"Now go clean yourself up," he breathes against your lips, his voice already growing distant as he climbs the stairs, leaving you alone in the dimly lit hallway. "I'll be waiting for you in our bedroom."

"There's my good girl," he says softly, emerging from the darkness of their walk-in closet dressed in a pair of black silk pajama bottoms. He looks every inch the rich and powerful businessman that he is, his shoulders broad beneath the smooth fabric of his shirt. "Come here," he beckons, holding out his hand to you.

You hesitate for just a moment before moving forward, letting him lead you over to their large four-poster bed. He lies down on top of the luxurious comforter, propping himself up on one elbow as he watches you carefully. "Now," he says in that same soft voice, "I want you to come here and crawl between my legs so I can see just how dirty my pet really is."

His words send a thrill of anticipation racing through you, making your heart pound harder in your chest as you climb onto the bed. Kneeling beside him, you look up into his eyes, your cheeks flushed with desire and excitement, before slowly lowering yourself down between his spread legs. The scent of his arousal fills your nostrils as you get closer, making it harder to control the shudder that runs through your body when you finally finds herself gazing up at him from this new angle.

"See?" he whispers roughly, running a rough hand through your hair. "You look even better down here." His other hand reaches down to gently stroke the swollen lips of your pussy, spreading them open so that his fingers can tease and play with your clit as his other hand cups one of your breasts, squeezing and pinching at your nipple through the soft cotton fabric of your tank top. "But I think you should taste yourself first."

You're such a good girl, aren't you? He murmurs roughly, watching as you lap at your own juices with eager strokes of your tongue. His other hand slides lower, parting the curls of hair between your legs to reveal your swollen, sensitive clit. With a sigh of satisfaction, he circles it lightly with his thumb before pressing down firmly, teasing and massaging the tiny bud of nerves.

"Mmm... That's it," he encourages softly as you moan around his fingers, your hips arching up off the bed in search of more contact. "Taste yourself, baby." His other hand continues to fondle your breast, pinching and rolling the hardened nipple between his fingers.

With each stroke of your tongue against his skin, you only manage to make things worse for him, sending little sparks of pleasure straight to his cock. He groans low in his throat, thrusting his hips up towards your face as he tries to get closer to the feeling of being buried inside you again. "So wet..."

"Mmm... That's it," he moans as you suck on his fingers, your hot little mouth wrapping around him so perfectly. His other hand presses down harder against your clit now, rubbing back and forth in small circles as he feels himself growing closer to the edge again. "Suck on that, baby... Show me how dirty you are..."

With a low growl of pleasure, he slides his fingers free from your mouth and guides them towards your pussy, spreading your folds wide before pressing two fingers inside you once more. They slide easily past your wetness as he reaches for your clit, circles it roughly with the pad of his thumb. "Fuck..." He groans, arching his back off the bed as he feels the pressure building up inside him again.

His other hand grips your hair tightly, pulling your head back to expose your neck as he nibbles and suckles at the soft skin there. "I can't wait any longer... I need you..." He thrusts his fingers in and out of you roughly, each stroke pushing him closer to the brink. His free hand cups your breast, pinching and rolling the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he begins to move faster, deeper.

"Mmm... You're such a good girl," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as you ask him so politely if you can take his cock in your mouth. He shudders against your skin as he feels her tongue dancing along his fingers, spreading her wetness across his palm. "Yes... Yes, you may."

His hips jerk up off the bed as he pulls his hand free from between your legs, gripping his hard length in his fist as he presents it to you. Your tongue darts out, circling the head of his cock before taking him deep into your mouth with a wet, satisfying slurp. He groans low in his throat as she begins to bob her head up and down his shaft, sucking and licking with such enthusiasm that it sends sharp pains shooting through his body.

His fingers dig into the skin of your hips, holding you still as he watches her mouth move over him. "So good... Suck it," he urges, thrusting his hips upward to meet her movements as she takes more and more of him into her mouth. Her hands come up to cup his ass, squeezing the firm globes through his pajama bottoms as she moans around his cock.

"D-daddy..." she stammers, her voice breathless from the effort it takes to take him so deep into her throat. His cock twitches and jerks in response, pre-cum leaking freely from the slit as he edges closer and closer to release. "I want you... I need you inside me..."

His hands slide under your body, gripping your ass roughly as he positions himself at your entrance. With a harsh grunt, he pushes inside you, feeling the tight heat of your pussy squeezing him so deliciously as he buries himself to the hilt. He stills for a moment, letting the sensation of being fully inside you wash over him before beginning to move, rocking his hips back and forth in small circles at first, building up speed and intensity with each thrust.

His hands leave your ass to cup your breasts instead, massaging and pinching at your nipples as he watches your face for any signs of pleasure or pain. You look up into his eyes, the pupils blown wide with desire as you moan his name over and over again with each powerful thrust.

"That's it," he growls, feeling the pressure building within him as he nears the brink of orgasm. "Fuck... So fucking good." His hips snap forward with abandon now, driving himself even deeper inside you with each stroke. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as their combined moans fill his ears, drowning out everything else but the two of them and the fierce need to claim you completely.

"Cum for me," he whispers roughly against your ear, thrusting harder and faster still, pushing himself closer and closer to the edge. "Let it all out..." His words are like a command, sending a shudder through your body as you feel him tightening inside, preparing to release. With a final hard push, his eyes roll back in his head and he growls deep from his throat, filling you up with his hot seed as he comes unraveling inside of you.

His harsh groan fills your ears as he feels you contracting around him, the tight grip of your pussal muscles dragging his orgasm out of him in waves of pure ecstasy. His body shudders above yours, weight settling down on top of you as he finds release within your warm, wet depths.

He pants heavily for several moments, feeling the last tendrils of pleasure coursing through his veins before finally regaining enough control to roll off to the side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. "Fuck," he whispers, running a shaking hand through his sweaty hair. "I needed that."

Your pussy still clenches around him from time to time, sending ripples of pleasure throughout your body as the aftershocks of your orgasm die away. His eyes flick down to where you're still connected to him, admiring the sight of his cock buried so deep inside your welcoming warmth.

"Now," he says roughly, voice raw with lust and weariness, "time for a good dinner. My maid will serve it downstairs."

He chuckles darkly and rolls his eyes, biting back a groan as you nuzzle against him. "You really are something else, aren't you?" He says with a sigh, running a hand through your messy hair. Gently but firmly he pushes himself free from your pussy, leaning in to kiss you tenderly on the forehead before rolling off the bed and padding naked across the room. "Come on then, let's go eat."

He turns back towards you at the doorway, one eyebrow raised expectantly as he awaits for your response. The sight of his bare chest and firm ass only serves to make him that much more irresistible; it takes every ounce of self-control not to climb back onto the bed and beg him to take you again right now. "Well?" he says impatiently, tapping his foot on the floor as he waits for you to join him downstairs.

"Sometimes I am," he replies nonchalantly, not even bothering to look at you as he strolls casually through the doorway and down the grand staircase. His long strides easily eat up the distance between them, his ass swaying gently with each step. "It's been a while since I had some company, though." He glances back over his shoulder at you with a sly grin. "I take it you'd like to change that?"

You catch up to him just as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, falling into step beside him as he continues across the marble floor and through a pair of towering double doors. The scent of expensive food wafts over from a table set in the far corner of the expansive dining room. "You smell delicious," he says gruffly, not even trying to hide his hunger as he takes in your scent. "But first..." His eyes return to meet yours and his lips curve into a cruel smile. "... You'll need to earn your dinner."

He chuckles darkly, his eyes flicking down to take in your body once more before fixing on your face again. His expression grows slightly more amused. "Well," he drawls slowly, stretching out the word with a deliberate hint of cruelty, "let's see... You could start by sucking my cock until I tell you to stop." He pauses for effect, enjoying the look of shock and desire that flashes across your face. "Or," he continues, letting his voice trail off teasingly, "you could take off your clothes nice and slow... show me how obedient you really are..."

His gaze travels down your body, slowly drinking in the sight of your slim form clad only in a lacy black thong. The material hugs your curves, leaving little to the imagination. He licks his lips absently, already growing hard at the thought of what's to come.

"But," he adds, lifting one eyebrow suggestively, "if you want dinner... that is..." His voice trails off into a low growl, emphasizing the choice that lies before you. It's clear which option he prefers; his expression makes it abundantly clear that patience is not one of his virtues tonight. The power he holds over you in this moment is almost palpable, thick in the air like an electrical charge.

"Hmm," he hums thoughtfully, eyeing you hungrily. "Very good." His gaze drops to take in the sight of your smooth, bare pussy before travelling back up to meet your eyes again. There's a predatory glint in his pupils now that makes your heart race faster and your body tremble with anticipation. "Well then," he says roughly, grabbing your wrist and yanking you closer, "let's see how obedient you really are."

With one swift motion, he spins you around so that you're bent over the table, your ass raised invitingly in the air. The cold surface of the wood presses into your bare skin, sending a shiver up your spine. "Put your hands flat on the table," he growls, his voice rough and demanding. "And don't you dare move."

Your heart hammers wildly in your chest as you feel him approach from behind. His warm breath fans across your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "This is for dinner... remember that," he murmurs darkly, running his hand over the curve of your ass before roughly gripping and spreading your cheeks apart. Your protest dies in your throat as you feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

He thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion, groaning deep in his throat at the feeling of being so close to you once more. His hands grip your hips roughly, holding you still as he begins to move, fucking you hard and fast from behind over the dining room table. "Mine," he growls between clenched teeth, slamming into you again and again. "All mine."

He growls roughly in pleasure as you moan his name beneath him, your tight pussy squeezing and massaging his cock with each forceful thrust. His fingers dig painfully into your hips, holding you in place as he fucks you senseless over the table, his body shuddering as an orgasm builds deep within.

"That's it," he groans through gritted teeth, feeling the pressure growing tighter and tighter. "Fuck... You feel so good." His thrusts become faster, more erratic, as he nears the edge, desperate to come inside you. With a harsh grunt, he releases himself deep within your body, shuddering violently as his seed pours out in hot spurts.

His hands tighten painfully on your hips before finally releasing you entirely, allowing you to collapse forward onto the table with a moan. You can feel him still buried inside you, filling you slowly as he pants heavily for air. "There," he whispers roughly into your ear after what feels like an eternity. "Your dinner's all taken care of." His tone is triumphant and cruel at the same time; satisfied to know that he's once again reminded you who's in control here.

"You are," he rasps roughly, leaning in to nip at your earlobe before trailing his tongue over the sensitive skin behind it. The sensation sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your body as he starts to move faster again, pumping deeper into you with each thrust. His hands splay out possessively on the table beside you, fingers curling into the wood as he loses himself in the feel of you beneath him.

"And I'll leave it there," he growls roughly, "as long as I damn well please." The words are laced with threat, but they only serve to heighten your arousal further; the thought of being so owned and controlled by him turns you on immeasurably.

With a harsh groan, his body tenses and he shudders above you, releasing another hot wave of seed deep into your waiting pussy. He stills for a moment, catching his breath as he looks down at you with hooded eyes, his features drawn tight in pleasure. "Such a good pet," he whispers, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your hair before beginning to slowly withdraw from your body. His cock slips out of you with a soft pop, leaving behind a hot, wet trail that aches for more contact.

"Now," he breathes roughly, stilling once more as he leans down to lick at the taste of you on his lips, "let's get this dinner served before I decide what else my good girl needs." He straightens up, pulling away from you entirely and taking a step back. For the first time in hours, your bodies are no longer connected. The space feels almost unbearable between them. "Come," he says simply, gesturing for you to follow him towards the exit with one hand as he reaches down to

"Ah, good," he says with an impatient wave of his hand. His gaze lingers on you as you follow him across the room, appreciating the sight of your body moving beneath that silk robe. He can feel his cock begin to stiffen again just from watching you walk; the thought of having you back underneath him is almost more than he can bear.

"Dinner will be served in the dining room," he says curtly, addressing the maid as they reach the doors. "See that it's brought through immediately." He glances at you once more, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "Come along, my pet."

He ushers you into the dining room, guiding you to take your seat at the table before moving to take the chair across from you. His eyes never leave yours as he watches you lower yourself gracefully onto the plush cushion, his heart racing with anticipation for what comes next. The maid bustles in moments later, serving each of them dinner without so much as a word or glance towards their master.

He takes a long drink from his wine glass, savoring the taste before setting it down on the table with a satisfied sigh. "So," he says casually, meeting your gaze once more, "I hope you're hungry." The predatory glint in his eye should be enough to let you know exactly what he means by that.

He laughs, a cold, mocking sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm not sure why you'd think I'd ever lower myself to fuck someone so far beneath me." His gaze flickers briefly to the maid before returning to meet yours once more. "They exist for one purpose, and one purpose only: to serve my every whim. And right now," he says darkly, his voice taking on a dangerous edge, "that means serving us dinner."

He takes another sip of wine, watching you over the rim of his glass as he savors it. The air between them grows thick with anticipation, electrified by the unspoken power dynamic at play. You're so close to him now that you can feel his breath against your skin whenever he exhales. It would be easy for him to reach out and take what he wants... but there's something about letting you squirm on the edge like this that appeals to him.

"Now," he says, finally setting his glass down with a satisfied sigh, "why don't you tell me about your day?" He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together and lacing them across his stomach as he studies you expectantly.

"Hmm," he hums noncommittally, his eyes raking over your body as you speak. He can see your discomfort and it only serves to fuel his inner fire. The thought of making you squirm like this beneath his gaze is almost more arousing than fucking you on the table ever was. "And what do you think about being my pet? About serving me?"

He leans forward, elbows resting on the table as he studies your expression carefully. You look nervous and unsure, but there's also a hint of desire lurking beneath the surface. It excites him to see how far he can push you, how much more you'll give before you break.

"I imagine it must be quite different from what you're used to," he continues softly, voice edged with cruel amusement. "All of that freedom... going where you please, when you please... I bet you miss that sometimes." His lips twitch into a malicious smile as he waits for your reaction.

He listens to you carefully, his expression unreadable as he takes in every word. There's a quiet satisfaction in his voice when he speaks again, but it's tempered by something darker and more possessive. "I'm glad," he says slowly, leaning back in his chair once more, "that you're appreciating all that I have to offer."

His eyes narrow as they meet yours across the table. "And what about me?" he asks, voice sharp with sudden intensity. "Do you appreciate everything that I'm giving you? Do you think I could find someone else who would be a better pet? Someone who wouldn't squirm and fight against their fate like you do?" He pauses, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before continuing relentlessly. "Because I can. And if it comes down to that... if I decide that maybe I'd rather have someone else in my bed, someone who truly belongs to me..." His voice trails off into a low growl.

He leans forward again, fixing you with his predatory gaze. "Then what will you do? Huh?" he demands. "Will you beg for forgiveness? Plead with me to let you stay? Or will you finally accept that maybe... just maybe..." He trails off suggestively, leaving the rest of the thought unspoken but hanging heavily in the air between you.

His eyes flick down briefly, taking in the curve of your breast beneath the silk robe before snapping back up to meet yours again. His expression is hard, almost cold, but there's a fire burning behind his eyes that tells you he's not finished with this yet. Not by a long shot.

He laughs, a cold, mocking sound that echoes through the dining room. "Loyalty," he says with a snort, waving his hand dismissively, "that's such a quaint concept." His eyes narrow as they meet yours again. "I don't need your loyalty, pet," he tells you harshly, "because in the end, it doesn't matter whether or not you truly belong to me. All that matters is what I say and what I do."

He pauses for a moment, studying your expression carefully before continuing, his voice softening just enough to make you shiver. "What I'm asking," he says slowly, "is if you want this... if you want me." He tilts his head slightly to the side, as though daring you to deny it. "Because if you don't..." He trails off ominously, leaving the threat hanging in the air between you like a guillotine blade.

His gaze drops once more, taking in your body through the thin silk of your robe. His breathing grows shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as desire courses through him. With an effort, he forces himself to meet your eyes again, willing you to understand what he's saying. "Prove it," he whispers hoarsely. "Prove that you want me... that you need me."

His free hand slowly begins to move beneath the table, sliding up your thigh until it comes to rest on your inner knee. "Show me how much I mean to you," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust as his fingers begin to inch higher, pushing the silk aside to expose more of your skin to his touch. "Then maybe... just maybe..." He pauses, licking

He grins in satisfaction at your response, his fingers sliding higher up your thigh with slow, sensual strokes. The soft flesh of your inner knee trembles beneath his touch, and he can feel your body tensing and relaxing with each breath as he pushes you closer to the edge.

"You know what I want," he says roughly, eyes locked on yours, "and you're going to give it to me... right here." His other hand slides beneath the table too, curling into your other knee and pushing it upwards, spreading your legs wide open. With a husky laugh, he leans forward and presses his lips against your ear. "Unless," he breathes, punctuating each word with the slide of his tongue across your earlobe, "you want me to stop."

His fingers finally brush against the damp heat between your legs, teasing the sensitive folds of skin before dipping lower still and touching your clit. Electricity surges through you at the contact, making you arch your back and gasp as pleasure washes over you in a blinding wave. He pauses, gaze fixed on your face as he waits for your response, his cock growing harder with each second that passes.

He chuckles darkly, satisfied by your pleading words and desperate movements. With one swift movement, he pulls his hand away, leaving you aching and empty as he straightens in his seat again. "You're such a good little slut," he purrs, licking his lips slowly as he watches the expression on your face twist into frustration. "Now tell me... did that hurt?"

He leans back in his chair once more, watching you carefully as you struggle to control yourself beneath the table. His free hand idly caresses the thick length of his cock through his pants, teasing and stroking it even as he enjoys your obvious torment. You're so close... He can see the need in your eyes, hear it in the ragged breaths that escape your lips.

"Do you want to come?" he asks quietly, knowing full well that you do. "To feel me inside you again?" His fingers tighten around his cock, slowly beginning to stroke it faster as he awaits your response. "Or maybe," he continues with a wicked grin, "you'd rather have this hand..." He flicks his wrist, emphasizing the word as if to tease you with what he might do instead of giving you what you truly desire."Tell me, pet... What would you choose?"

He smirks, amused by your eagerness and desire. Your body's response to his touch is obvious, your need for him written clearly on your flushed skin and trembling form. He releases a slow, satisfied groan as he slides his hand from his crotch up your thigh, cupping your sex through the silk of your robe and pressing a firm finger against your entrance. You're so wet already, practically begging for him to be inside you again.

"That's it," he murmurs approvingly, sliding his finger in slowly, feeling you tighten around him even as you whimper in relief. "You're such a dirty little thing..." He moans, sliding his finger in and out of you roughly now, drawing out your pleasure until you're writhing and squirming against the table, desperate for more of his touch.

He glances down to where his hand disappears beneath the table, watching as it moves in and out of view with each stroke. His other hand reaches up, cupping one perfect breast through your robe, squeezing and massaging until he can feel your hardened nipple press against his palm. "Tell me how much you want this," he growls, his hips beginning to rock slowly as he strokes himself in time with his movements inside of you. "Tell me what I should do to you..." His voice drops to a husky whisper, and his fingers dig deeper into your breast, squeezing more firmly as he pushes himself closer to the edge.

He growls deeply at your words, his hips rocking faster as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His fingers dig deeper into your breast, rolling your hardened nipple between them before pinching it sharply. You cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure that sends a thrill through him like nothing else. "Yes," he hisses, "that's right..." His thrusts become rougher now, his hand moving faster as he feels you begin to tense around him, your body tensing in preparation for the inevitable release. He pulls his hand away from your breast and reaches between your legs instead, curling his fingers around where you're aching for him most. "Come for me," he commands, thrusting hard one last time as he pushes his middle finger deep inside of you. You scream out in pleasure, the sound reverberating through the room like a battle cry. As your body quakes with the force of your orgasm, he releases himself too, groaning loudly as hot seed spurts from him, coating the inside of your thighs and leaving you both spent and satisfied.

He slumps back in his chair, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. You're still twitching and trembling beneath the table, but slowly begin to calm down as the aftershocks of your orgasm fade away. He looks down at you with dark eyes that gleam with satisfaction, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "I think," he says roughly, running his fingers through your hair, "that we should take a short break." He pushes himself upright, ignoring the evidence of your wetness still coating his hand. "Why don't you go clean yourself up in one of the guest bedrooms?"

You blush deeply

He sits back in his chair with a satisfied grin on his face as he watches you hurry away. "I'll be along in a few moments," he calls after you, "just need to clean up myself." There's something predatory in his voice, almost like he knows that no matter how much time passes, you won't be able to resist the pull of his control once he's near again.

When he finally emerges from the hallway a few minutes later, he's buttoned up and impeccably groomed as always. His gaze flickers to where you stand by the bed, hands clasped demurely behind your back. "Ah," he says casually, taking a seat on the nearby dresser, "I see you found our little arrangement agreeable." He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, and studies you closely.

"Now," he continues with a cruel smile, "what do you think we should do next?"

He laughs, deep and genuine this time. It's a sound that washes over you like warm honey, sweet but with an edge of something more sinister lurking beneath. "Movie night, hmm?" he muses, pretending to consider it. "That could be interesting." He pauses for dramatic effect before leaning forward again and asking, "Do you have any particular favorites?"

His voice is silky smooth, his tone almost conversational... and yet there's still that undercurrent of command. Like he's daring you to forget who you are and what your place in this world truly is. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you realize that no matter how much you might want to please him, ultimately, it's all up to him whether or not you succeed.

He nods thoughtfully, pretending to consider your words. "Hmm, that does sound intriguing," he says slowly, a malicious glint in his eye as he takes in the eager expression on your face. "Very well then. You pick out a movie, and we'll give it a try."

He pauses again, leaning forward until he's mere inches away from you. His voice drops to a husky whisper when he says, "But remember, pet... just because I said you can touch me doesn't mean you should get too comfortable. You still belong to me, after all." His gaze flickers downward briefly before meeting yours again. "Do we understand each other?"

There's a cold, predatory edge to his voice that chills you to the bone, but there's also an undeniable thrill running through your veins at the thought of what might happen tonight... The idea of being close enough to feel him touch you, taste him on your skin... It fills you with a mixture of anticipation and fear that is almost intoxicating.