Page 30 of Little Puppet

The way she treated me in the shower felt disingenuous. It was as if she had realized a bit of her power over me and was learning to use it. She needs to be put in her place before her ego grows too large.

Before she truly overpowers me.

If anyone was going to, it’s her.

I climb the steps behind her, smacking her right ass cheek and watching it waggle under my blow. A red welt forms, and I bite my lower lip until I taste blood.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Mezermizing when she listens.

“I need to teach you about who you’re fucking with,Grace. Teach you how a puppet behaves for her master, but I need you ready.”

She doesn’t say a thing, but when I bend and bury my face between her ass cheeks, she shies away, tugging it away from me.

“You. Are. Mine. Behave yourself.”

I almost didn’t recognize my voice as I ordered her to be still.

She breathes a heavy sigh as I drop my head once again, finding her clit from behind with my tongue and trailing it to her entrance. She’s slick with need, and I’m gobbling up her musky flavor.

She’s always ready for me, and it’s addicting.

She’s an addiction.

“Cain,” she says, her voice a bit shaky. She’s uncertain with my nose and mouth so close to her asshole. It’s a normal reaction when society likes to beat into women that they should have no smell, that they should always be prim and proper and ladylike.

I slide my tongue over her puckered little asshole, shoving two fingers inside her pussy. She presses back into my mouth, and I can’t help my grin.

There’s my filthy little fuck puppet.

I knew she was hiding in there somewhere.

I know she’s sore from earlier, but I need to ready her for what I’m about to do to her. Or I could damage her. If she were any other woman, I wouldn’t care.

I want to be delicate with her, however, even while I’m teaching her all about who Cain Mordova truly is.

“Relax for me, puppet. Let your master take care of you,” I coax, earning a breathy moan from her as I flick my tongue over her ass once more, feeling her walls ripple around my fingers as I fuck them in and out of her at an even pace.

I need her to be pliant. I need her to come for me so that her muscles are lax and ready for what comes next.

“Cain,” she whimpers as I add a third finger, stretching her as I lick her ass, sliding my tongue in and out of her tight hole, fucking her ass, feeling my fingers through the thin tissue dividing them.

I want to tell her it will be alright, but it’s not, not for her.

I’m going to push her limits. I’m going to shove her further than she thinks she can go.

When she comes apart, screaming my name and bucking on my fingers and tongue, I slide them out of her.

“Flip over on your back.” My voice is darker than she’s used to, and even with shaky legs, she does as she’s told quickly and efficiently, careful not to injure herself or tangle her remaining strings.

Lifting her slightly, I slide her head to the very edge of the side of the bed, grabbing the cuffs from the top and bottom of the bed and cuffing her wrists.

Her frantic eyes are a little less worried under the haze of her recent orgasm, and I work quickly to grab the lube from the dresser next to the bed.

I won’t let her come down. I can’t. I need her in thisspace as I show her just what my dark mind wants to do to her. Show her the fantasy I’ve repeatedly seen since I saw her pumping gas into her Honda Civic five days ago.

I squirt lube onto her swollen pussy and my hand, using a generous amount, and she watches with heady eyes.

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