Page 48 of Savage

But I knew she would. That’s why I come here, after all. Penny handles male and female cuts with an equally deft hand, and she has a good eye for what cuts would flatter a person.

I don’t ask what Stef thinks of her new haircut. After I pay, leaving Penny a sizable tip, I take us home again. Stef doesn’t say anything during the cab ride, but she does keep reaching up to touch her hair.

“Don’t ruin the style,” I say. “And stop fidgeting.”

Stef’s shoulders slump, and she nods. She’s still for a few minutes, but by the time we’re near the condo, she’s squirming again.

“If you don’t stop squirming, I’ll give you a reason to squirm,” I warn her, and the idea of it makes me want it. As much as I want her to behave, I want to punish her, too.

Again, she goes still, but she can’t maintain it for long.

“Enough,” I bark. The cab driver startles, but he knows better than to interfere. “You’re not convincing me I can take you anywhere.”

“I’m sorry,” Stef says, looking contrite. “I’ll stay still. I promise.”

I somehow doubt that. I mull over what ways I can correct her, and I have a plan by the time we get back to the condo. She doesn’t even manage to stay still during the elevator ride up, which is enough to convince me that she needs a lesson.

“Strip,” I say as soon as we’re through the door. “And crawl to my bedroom.” I take the shopping bags with me and walk to the room at full stride, not bothering to wait for her. I know she can’t keep up when she’s on all fours, but she’ll follow.

I set out the dress I want her to wear on the bed, find a matching pair of panties, then go through the drawer of sex toys until I find what I’m looking for.

She doesn’t take long to strip down. She keeps her head bowed when she approaches me, staring down at the floor. “I’m sorry, Master,” she says. I can hear her swallow hard, then she adds, “It’s just so hard to stay still. I’m…” She cuts herself off, likely figuring out that I don’t care what her reason is.

“Ass up,” I say curtly, “And spread your cunt.”

Stef is finally still when she situates herself, leaning down on the floor and propping herself up so she can raise her ass in the air while still being able to spread her labia for me to see.

Her pubic hair is growing back, and maybe I should have gotten her a full-body wax, too, but I wasn’t lying to Giulio when I said I didn’t like the fully shaved look. I snap on a pair of latex gloves and squat down behind her, pushing against her hole but not going in all the way. She trembles and whimpers softly.

“Obviously I don’t want to mess up your hair right now,” I say while I play with her hole. “But it seems you aren’t capable of paying attention to what matters. So I’m going to give you a reminder of who’s in charge here.”

“I-I know who’s in charge.” Stef whimpers. I can tell she’s trying to stay still, but just like before, it’s too little, too late.

I push my finger inside and rub against her g-spot. Her cunt begins to get wet in response, facilitating my finger sliding even deeper into her. “You will be the very model of composure tonight,” I tell her. “I don’t want to see you fidget, or squirm, or give any indication that you are in any way uncomfortable. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” she whispers, for all that she tightens around my finger as she tries to remain still. “Master.”

The word gives me a small thrill, and it’s a shame I actually don’t want to ruin all of Penny’s hard work. I withdraw my finger, satisfied that she’s wet enough now, and push a small, oval toy inside that makes her gasp and clench. It has a single loop at the bottom for ease of retrieval.

And, more importantly, it’s remote controlled via a phone app.

I stand up, toss my gloves, and pull out my phone to tap open the app. I watch in fascination as her thighs twitch. She lets out a high-pitched sound.

“No moving,” I order. “No matter what happens, you will appear calm and composed. Now get up and get dressed.”

I don’t soften the vibrations.

“I… Master, I…” She whimpers. “I can’t. I can’t stay calm with this in-inside of me,” she stammers.

“You’re going to have to learn,” I say sternly. “Now, are you getting dressed, or do you intend to go to the fundraiser nude?”

“I’m getting dressed!” she says, getting quickly to her feet. She has to touch the bed to stabilize herself, and her cheeks are already flushed from the sensations. It’s nice to see some color in them.

She pulls on the panties first, biting her lip as she struggles not to react to the vibrator inside of her. The dress is next, and she meekly comes to me to zip it up in the back. I help her with it and smooth the fabric over her shoulders. I’m pleased to note that the vibrator is as quiet as advertised. I can’t hear it even while standing directly behind her.

Stef looks pleadingly at me. “I don’t think I can do this, Master. I… Can I stay here?” she asks, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

I place my hand on her hip, steadying her. “You can do this. And it’ll be a lot more convenient for me if I have a partner. You were the one who suggested this, anyway.”

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