Page 43 of Corrupt Game

My mouth on hers, tasting and teasing her. Once I got a small dose of her, I was going to be addicted. I knew she was going to be my kryptonite.

Unlike others that called themselves a dom, I felt that word didn’t really apply to me. Neither did the word master.

Boss was a more appropriate name. I needed to be in charge in all aspects of my life, and by default, hers as well. My business ran smoothly, and I worked to make sure that every aspect of the company was a well-oiled machine.

There was no room for error. I had to know what was going on from the bottom level in research to the top in production and multi-billion dollar deals. Everything had to be in its proper place to make sure that nothing went wrong.

Anyone that came to work for me in this capacity as an assistant would go through this training, but very few ever had this type of determination or stamina to resist for any length of time.

It was one of the reasons I’d been so shocked and thrilled to have her announce that I could feed her.

A battle of the wills had been won, but I had a feeling that it was more out of a need for self-preservation than for actually allowing me to control the situation.

Either way, I was going to take advantage of the opportunity to touch and be near her with the excuse of giving her sustenance.When someone relied on you for their source of food, it made them become pliable, willing to do whatever was needed.

Compliance was important, but I also wanted her to want me near her. I wanted to take care of her in ways she hadn’t thought of yet. For me to be the one she turned to.

When she was completely mine, then I would be able to explore and find all the things that made her squirm and wiggle underneath me.

Collette had been the perfect specimen to bring home. She’d continued to show spirit while not asking questions for the most part. When she disagreed though, there was no holding her back.

I felt that she would be able to let me know if something bothered her in a moral sense. It was a rare trait these days to have someone that was honest and willing to speak their mind.

After she’d accepted something, it was as if that was off the table for discussion. Out of sight out of mind philosophy? It was something that I wanted to explore.

Any of the things she considered comforts were things she’d fought for, whereas she’d said nothing about the heat or cold. She simply took them as part of whatever I was putting her through, no questions asked.

I considered that her childhood hadn’t been normal in the usual sense. Others would have expected to have light, temperature control, food, and even love. Those were common for most people and modern society portrayed these as part of the normal human experience.

Without those basic human resources while she’d been developing during her childhood, it was as if she were immune to those types of issues. Things that hadn’t been part of heressential needs weren’t something that she had to have in her adult life.

When I crossed a personal line, she dug in her heels and made sure that I knew how she felt about it.

Anger had become apparent when she’d dealt with losing her clothes, personal items, or being bested by me. That had really set her off.

She wasn’t willing to lose the things she considered to be her property. As if those had more value than her personal comfort or living situation.

Then again, pulling the sheet off the bed to cover her body had been a stroke of genius. Watching her react had become a favorite hobby of mine. I could watch her for hours and never be bored.

It had completely taken what I’d planned to be a vulnerable moment and turned into her having the upper hand. Feeling that she’d had control for just a moment had made it easier for her to listen to my words.

She’d ignited when I’d spoken of what I planned to do to her. If I had touched her, she would have come right then for me. I wanted her to be on fire and unable to withstand my charms.

Others had been turned on by my words, but Collette had taken it a step further as her body had responded in such a delightful manner.

Unexpectedly, her rejections of my sensual words weren’t quite as harsh due to the way she soaked them in. I’d never had to work so hard to have someone want to fuck me.

Most women were fawning over me, and I couldn’t keep them off of me. This was not something I was used to in my world. How could she be so immune to my charms?

She must think I was so conceited. I just expected to tell her a sexual story and she was supposed to want to have sex with me. Maybe she didn’t feel comfortable with that yet.

I would have to incorporate a bedtime story each night to make sure that she was super wet before trying to sleep. If I couldn’t get her excited with my body next to her, then I would continue to speak words that spoke to her inner core.

My cock twitched at the idea. A little story time would be so much fun. Vocalizing my fantasies, that had me amped up for when I finally would get to plunge deep inside her wet hot pussy. The waiting has been more than I had ever had to do before, though.

It was a form of torture that I was comfortable with. The heat, and cold, were more the type of tactics that gave me the upper hand before gaining sexual control.

Frustration at the slow speed of her training had me pounding my fist on the desk. I wanted her to want me now. Not in two weeks or two days, but tonight—which wasn’t going to happen.

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