Page 9 of Good Girl

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Vin

She turns her back to me, curling her knees up into her chest and pressing her forehead against them. She shifts uncomfortably for a moment, as her ass touches the padding. Finally, she rolls onto her side, her back to me still. She keeps her knees pulled up. I can see the magnificent red marks striping her flesh, deeper on her ass than her back and shoulders. Her bright red hair spills across the floor.

Here, locked up in my cage, my marks littering her pale flesh, I feel more happiness and pride than I’ve felt in a long time. This is how Cadence and I are meant to be. Me as her Master, she my submissive little slave. Me making all of the decisions. Forcing her to earn concessions. Comfort. Treats.

She’ll come around. I just need to beat the anger out of her, then show her how sublime true submission can be.

I watch as her shoulders begin to shake. She’s crying, but no sound passes her lips. She truly is my good girl. She is strength and pride. She’s beauty and fiery grace. Once broken, tamed and trained, she’ll be my entire world. And I will become hers.

“Good night, Cadence.”

I stand and turn to walk away. I’d planned on sleeping in the dungeon with her. Using the top part of the bed, while she slept beneath me. But beating her, not holding back, has turned me on like nothing else. I want to drag her out of that cage and fuck her until I’m sated. The sadist in me wants to turn around and do just that. But the part of me that has loved this woman from the moment I set eyes on her knows better. Knows she needs a chance to recover.

I also need to give her time before reinstating the sexual side of our relationship. I won’t rape her. I want her begging for release before I fuck her. She won’t want to do it, will resist the very idea of begging for cock, but eventually, she’ll do it. And then I will fuck her the way I want to. The way she’s always resisted.

But first, I need to release some tension. Away from her, where temptation is too great. I leave the dungeon, locking the door behind me, and enter my office. I open my laptop and pull up the ‘Cadence’ file. Images of her fill the screen. Pictures she didn’t know I took. Pictures she never would’ve consented to. I sort through, stopping on my favourite. A picture of Cadence on her knees, hands in front of her, blindfolded. Ropes wind over every part of her, constricting her supple flesh and marking her as mine. The first day she’d agreed to rope play.

I tug the button of my jeans open and pull the zipper down, reaching inside to pull my cock out. I’ve been hard virtually from the moment I decided to keep Cadence. No, longer. The moment I met her. It was shortly after the first time she’d consented to sex that I realized my cock stood only for her. And that no amount of fucking would make the problem go away. She is it for me. The one and only.

I squeeze my dick hard, rubbing the precum over the tip. I reach out with my other hand and zoom in on her face. Those magnificent lips. So mobile, so sweet. She hasn’t let me kiss them. That’s about to change. I picture them, pursed, angry. Then forced open as I shove my tongue deep into her mouth, stealing all the sweetness within, making her gasp for breath. Turning that scowl into an ‘o’ of surprise as I force her to her knees, my fist buried in her magnificent mane of hair. I’ll tilt her head, force her to make eye contact as she takes my cock into her mouth, those gorgeous lips separating to accommodate my girth.

My strokes increase as I imagine that mouth, taking me deep. Sliding to the back of her throat as her sweet heat envelops me. I groan out loud, leaning back in my chair, my gaze still on her motionless face on the laptop screen.

I want the real thing. Want her so bad, its takes actual resolve not to get up and go downstairs. She is safely tucked away in my basement. My plans, having been formed over months of painstaking thought, are set. This image, her photo, will have to be enough for now. And it is. I reach my peak within minutes, grunting as semen spurts from the end of my cock, leaking onto my fingers. I use it as lubricant to pump the last from my balls.

Sated, I reach for a couple of tissues and lean back in the chair to clean myself up. I’ve made the right decision. Cadence needs sleep. And time.

I stand, closing the lid of my laptop. I make my way down the hall to the master bedroom. Setting the alarm on my phone for three hours, I settle on top of the covers. I badly want to shower away the grime of the day. But Cadence can’t shower. So I won’t either. Her discomforts will also be mine, some of them anyway. Until I’m able to set her free.

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