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Stay focused, I reminded myself again. Your mission is too important.

“You look ready to masturbate, slut,” I said, keeping my voice neutral and even cold. “Are you ready?”

Sophia let out an adorable little whine, and then she whispered, “Yes, sir.”

I let go of her delicate wrist and put my left hand, with the leash’s handle still in it, beneath her chest. I took a frank, firm hold of her delicious little right breast. My right hand seized her pussy and bottom with a commanding, possessive grip. Sophia cried out, her body tensing hard against me as I raised her from my knee.

Her gorgeous nakedness was again laid bare before me as she stood, each curve of her meticulously sculpted body a testament to the purchasing power of a magnate at the secret auction. The collar around her neck, stark against her pale skin, served as a breathtaking reminder of her purpose as Delacroix’ innocent new fucking piece.

I stood myself and used the leash to guide Sophia slowly back to the chair, making sure every little step was deliberate and measured. The sight of her so vulnerable, so exquisitely formed, made my cock jump against my thigh, straining against the fabric of my trousers. Her auburn hair fell in disheveled waves around her face, her green eyes wide and filled with a mix of emotions that I could read as clearly as if they were my own.

“Sit,” I commanded, my voice a low growl that left no room for disobedience.

She complied, her legs trembling as she lowered herself into the chair. I could see how sensitive I had rendered her body with the hard spanking: each movement elicited a wince of pain that I watched quickly morph into a shiver of arousal.

I observed her closely, noting how her thighs quivered, betraying her inner turmoil. The slickness between her legs glistened, and I could tell just from the way she moved that the obviousness of her need generated a potent mix of embarrassment and desire in her mind and her body. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, mortification mingling with the undeniable evidence of her arousal.

“Put your legs over the arms of the chair,” I instructed, my tone brooking no argument. “Bring yourself to orgasm.”

Sophia hesitated for a moment, her gaze darting to mine, searching for any sign of leniency. Finding none, she slowly obeyed, her movements both tentative and tantalizing. As she positioned herself, her breath came in ragged gasps, the anticipation and humiliation heightening her arousal.

“Now,” I said, my voice a whip crack in the stillness of the room.

Her fingers moved to her slick folds. The mere sight of her touching her sweet virgin pussy, her naughtiness so exposed, so available, sending a jolt of desire through me. I could see the struggle in her eyes, the battle between her innocence and her natural submissiveness. Each stroke of her fingers, each gasp of pleasure, brought her closer to the edge, and I stood there, watching, knowing that this was just the beginning of her awakening.

“Don’t stop,” I murmured, my voice thick with restraint as I fought to maintain my composure. “Show me how much you want it. Show me how naughty a little slut you are.”

Sophia

My splayed legs felt like jelly. I couldn’t stop looking at them there, over the arms of the chair. Every time I saw my spread knees and remembered how I had, at Marcus’ command, put them there, opening my pussy and my punished bottom so wide, I felt a wild surge of shame, and a helpless pulse of need there where my fingers worked frantically to bring release. When I looked up into Marcus’ much-too-handsome face and saw that he had fixed his attention on my pussy, I sobbed and looked down at my naughtiness. My virgin sheath clenched so hard at what I saw that my hips lifted lewdly from the leather seat, thrusting upward as if to beg for a man’s hardness inside me.

Every breath I took seemed to stoke the fire within me, an inferno ignited by the man who stood so calmly before me, holding my leash as though it were the simplest thing in the world to control another human being. Marcus’ presence felt overwhelming. His tall, muscular frame loomed over me, encased in a dark suit that only accentuated the power he wielded over me. His blue eyes, piercing and cold, watched me with an intensity that made my heart race even faster.

“That’s it, Sophia,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress that settled over my skin like a velvet shroud. “Keep going, you naughty little slut. Show me how you like it.”

My fingers moved faster, driven by the dominance in his gaze. The slick heat of my pussy clung to every touch, my wetness betraying the depth of my arousal much too accurately. I circled my clit with trembling fingers, each brush sending jolts of pleasure through my body. The scent of my need filled the air, mingling with the rich, masculine smell of Marcus himself.

“Look at you,” he continued, his tone both mocking and admiring. “So eager to please, so desperate to obey.”

A whimper escaped my lips as I slid a finger shallowly into my virgin pussy, feeling the tightness that had never known a man’s touch. The memory of Marcus’ thumb invading my anus during his inspection flashed through my mind, and I helplessly put my free hand under and around, teasing the sensitive skin around my punished bottom.

“That’s it, Sophia,” Marcus said. “Think about your little hole. Think about what Monsieur will do there.”

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me, and I moaned loudly as my fingers delved deeper, seeking the release that danced just out of reach. The thought of my master taking me, of finally surrendering completely to a man I had never seen, was almost too much to bear. My body trembled with the force of my need, my movements growing frenzied as I chased the climax that hovered tantalizingly close.

“Faster, Sophia,” Marcus commanded, winding more of the leash onto his hand so that it tugged at my collar a little. “I want to see you come.”

My fingers obeyed without hesitation, moving at a feverish pace that left me breathless. I could feel the tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter within me, ready to snap at any moment. My punished bottom throbbed with every touch, amplifying the sensations that coursed through me. I touched my tiny flower, pushed where Marcus’ thumb had pushed.

“No,” I whispered, to myself, shaking my head. “No, please… please, don’t…”

I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t look at my own body, because I was being so terribly naughty. I cried out as I pushed the tip of my middle finger into the forbidden opening.

With a final, desperate press against my clit, the ecstasy within me exploded, and I screamed as my orgasm tore through me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me shaking and spent in the chair, the fingers of my right hand still moving lasciviously in my pussy as the even naughtier finger on my other hand probed more gently in my anus.

I barely had time to catch my breath before Marcus gave a sharp tug on the leash, pulling me to my feet. My legs wobbled beneath me, still weak from the intensity of my release. He turned me around and bent me over the chair, positioning me with practiced ease, his big right hand pressing firmly on my back as his left maintained the tension in the leash. The leather, warm from my lewd display, pressed against my elbows, but it wasn’t as warm as the fire that still coursed through my veins.

“Push your ass out,” he ordered, enforcing the command with his hands to make me arch my back. I could do nothing but comply, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

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