Page 24 of Master Heimdall

“Turn around, Rose.” Facing me, I could see how turned on she was by her dilated pupils and the rapid pulse at her neck. With her shirt buttons undone, I had an inviting angle that offered me a view of the lace bra she wore, and her swollen, heated flesh and puckered nipples. The woman needed to come, but not before she sucked my cock and apologized for making me horny and then trying to control the scene.

“Stand up, I want you over my desk.” She stood on her feet, and lay herself over the edge of my desk, gently rubbing against the leather mat on top to gain some friction for her nipples.

Once she was in position, I had her turn her head to the left so I could see her face. “You will receive six more strokes before I allow you to suck my cock. You may cry out for your Master, Rose, as the room is soundproof.”

Her eyes flew wide but other than that, she stayed quiet. I cracked the ruler across her behind leaving another stripe on her pretty bottom.

“Count!”

“One, Master Heimdall.”

Seeing her submission with my belt still looped around her throat and wearing my marks on her ass was a dream come true. I couldn’t wait for this punishment to be over and feel her lush lips wrapped around my cock.

The last five were given on her upper thighs and they went instantly crimson. I could tell she’d never been spanked there before. The idea that I was the first had my cock straining painfully against the restrictions of my khakis.

I tugged the leather, drawing her up to standing and leading her around my desk. “Turn around and undo my pants.”

I placed the belt and the ruler on the desk and waited for her to tug my thick cock from my pants. Her eyes widened when she saw my size. “Open your mouth, Rose, and take my cock down your throat.”

“Yes, Master Heimdall.”

She asked for it, and now she was going to get it, all of it. She stopped when I was only half in. She needed some help taking all of me.

Gripping her hair with one hand, I fed her my cock with the other. She slapped my thighs and tried to pull back, but I didn't relent. “This is punishment, Rose, you will take all of my cock. Relax your throat.”

I figured she had lots of experience considering where she had worked and the control she exhibited when in front of a crowd but my opinion quickly changed. I believed Rose had a lot of dungeon experience but very little real-world encounters. She’d never had to swallow a cock before, that much was obvious.

“Breathe and swallow,” I encouraged her. Her eyes found mine and there was almost a worshipful expression in them. She loved giving up control, I could see that and a less experienced Dom would have missed the clear desire she had for letting go and giving over to someone else, completely. For me, there was nothing more beautiful or inspiring than to witness a sub completely in her element.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and take it all.”

She swallowed the last inch of my cock. I released her hair and moved my hands to either side of her head, and guided the pace, pulling out halfway, and gently thrusting in partway a few times, followed by a full thrust.

After repeating the pattern a few times, she got it and began to anticipate my entire cock filling her mouth and throat. Rose on her knees, with precum and saliva dripping from her lips was by far my favorite image of her, even better than watching her pleasure herself earlier on the security feed, but I was dangerously close to spewing my load down her throat and I hadn’t buried my cock in her glistening pussy yet, and I really wanted to end our session that way.

I unexpectedly pulled out of her mouth. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and gazed at me for further instructions. I helped her to her feet, positioning her over my desk once again, tugged her panties down, and lining up my cock with her entrance, thrust all the way inside, burying deep within her heat.

“Oh-my-god-yes!” she almost howled.

Grasping her hips, I set up a wicked pace, and Rose returned each thrust for thrust.

“Master Heimdall, may I please come?”

She asked a little too sweetly and I had to remind myself that she needed to learn her place.

“No! If you do, I will pull out and spill my load all over your face and there will be no more coming for you today.”

I’d laid out the threat, and she gazed over her shoulder at me. I offered her a look in return that brooked no argument. She ground down on my cock as I pistoned in and out of her at full speed. I watched her expressions as they shifted, from deep concentration to desperation. Her eyes were practically begging for permission, pleading for a much needed release.

Last night I’d forced orgasms from her, and now I was denying them. Keeping her on her toes was becoming my new favorite hobby. Just to be a dick, I told her to play with her nipples and she obeyed.

The moment she twisted them cruelly, she shouted, “Pleassseee, Master?”

There was a moment’s hesitation when I realized she called me Master, instead of Master Heimdall and what that meant, but in the wake of the heat blasting down my spine and into my groin I didn’t have time to analyze it, and instead shouted, “Now!”

Rose shrieked, her body spasmed and she came undone. I pumped rope after rope of cum deep within her, and even before it ended, I knew this was one of the most intense orgasms I’d had in years.

I slowly pulled out, my cock reluctant to leave her tight sheath. Despite how awesome this was, it couldn’t happen again. I helped her to stand and led her to my private bathroom where she could clean up. Neither of us spoke, but who wanted to break the spell of what we’d just shared? Certainly not me, but I’d have to. While she was in the bathroom cleaning up, I firmed my resolve to lay down the rules with her.

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