“Sluts first!” he said as he gestured me to go ahead of him. I had mixed feelings, what a gentlemen holding the door for me, but then he called me a slut again. I liked it and it only made me more wet. We walked up the stairs and I knew he was checking out my ass in my tight jeans, so I added an extra little hip swing to accentuate my curves and tease him a bit.
We got up to his front door, as he unlocked the door part of me was about to apologize for taking things so far but I couldn’t come in and do what I knew he wanted to do. Nope… he opened the door and my body went along.
The first thing I noticed was the ultra-shiny black tiled foyer. He told me to come in and then he disappeared down a hallway, for what felt like a long time. Again, I was so uncomfortable I tried to make small talk.
“I like your place”, “How long have you lived here…” I asked.
He reappeared and said, “Come here, follow me.”
FUCK! Follow him where? Was there going to be a soundproof room full of canes, whips, that cross thing? I need to get out of here. Secretly I wished that was exactly what he had. but I was panicking a bit. He didn’t. He took me to the kitchen and offered me some water, which I guzzled because my throat was so dry.
I looked up at him and his eyes changed, no more smiling, just want, burning need. He told me to put the glass down and then he grabbed me by my throat and pushed me up against the fridge. The cool surface of the fridge felt good on my skin but made me feel even more vulnerable. His mouth claimed mine, even his tongue dominated mine.
He was growling and kept smelling me. Moaning “Fuck… you smell so fucking good!” He grabbed my tits and my hair. He pulled my hair back exposing my neck. NOOOO!!! Not my neck I will cum on the spot! His lips touched my neck first, then I could feel his tongue tasting me, more growling, then teeth. I tried to lift my head up to protect my neck but he only held me stronger.
He continued to pin me to the fridge this time with his hands on my throat, his green eyes staring at mine he started to move one hand to the button on my jeans. “Let’s see how wet your pussy is little whore, I think it’s going to be very very wet, isn’t it? Because sluts like to be treated like sluts, don’t they?” I didn’t think I was supposed to answer but he stopped and asked me again. “Sluts like to be treated like sluts, don’t they? You are to answer me, now!”
I managed to get out a shaky, “yes.”
His grip tightened and my pussy dripped like a tap.
“It’s yes, Sir!” he said in a confident firm voice. “Don’t forget that again because you will be punished if you do!”
Punished? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was like I was in movie, the best movie ever but I was still so nervous.
“Yes, Sir!” I said timidly.
Then I got my first “Good Girl”. That was when I knew this was what I wanted, what I needed so badly. It was what I always wanted but now I knew undeniably that it was.
He undid the button and zipper of my jeans and slid his hand in touching my wet slit. I was so embarrassed at how wet I was. He looked up at me again and said “Oh see Slut, I knew you would be dripping for me before I even touched you, you little whore.”
Then he shoved his fingers into my pussy and I let out a scream as I threw my head back. With his fingers still inside me, he spun me around and I could feel his rock-hard cock on my ass through my jeans. I immediately started to grind on his erect cock.
With his free hand, he took me by my neck again and whispered in my ear, “Bend over!”
OMG, I was already in bliss, ready to do anything he asked me. I bent over trying to be sexy and move slowly, but he shoved me forward and the next thing I know my jeans were around my ankles and only my completely soaked thong remained.