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“Yes,” she says, and again she seems as though she’s going to say more, but she doesn’t. She hasn’t budged an inch. She’s on edge and tense.

What she needs is to get off.

“And what should I call you?” I ask.

“Whatever pleases you,” she answers in a sultry voice, her body shuddering with pleasure.

I smirk at her response, feeling the adrenaline calming down and my dick hardening. “What’s your name?” I ask her, even though I already know. I’ve already decided I’m not going to tell her what I know. I’ll let her confide in me what she’d like to, for two reasons. The first is that I may have misinterpreted something and I don’t want her to assume I know everything, especially when her perception may be different from what’s written down on paper. And the second is that I want her to desire confiding in me. I want her to open up to me at her own pace. But to be a good Master, I needed to know her background, so I have no guilt or shame about looking into her past.

“Katia.” She’s quick to answer. Her voice is soft and soothing. It bothers me in some ways that she’s well trained. Someone else has taught her obedience, and I hate that. It’s even worse that she was trained with methods that are wrong and disgust me, by a fraud. An abuser is not a Master.

I whisper her name, loving the way it rolls off my tongue.

“Did you come here to get fucked, Katia?”

“No,” she answers quickly. Her breathing is coming in pants now, and I can tell from the flush in her skin that it’s because she’s close to her release already. She’s going to be easy to satisfy. I like that.

“What did you think would happen when you came here?”

“I just wanted to see what it was like.” There’s a soft innocence to her response I hadn’t expected. I pull her off the ground and move her to a bench in the room, sitting her next to me and placing a hand on her thigh. I take a quick look over to where the small crowd had gathered and smile when I see they’ve gone. Good. I’m grateful for the small amount of privacy.

“Are you happy with what you found?” I ask her, angling my body toward her so she can see my focus is on her.

Her pupils dilate, and she licks her lower lip. “Yes.”

“You’re horny, aren’t you, kitten?” I tease her, loving how close she is to me, how I finally have her here.

She blushes, and a small smile slips onto her lips. “I am.”

“What turns you on?” I ask her.

“Just,” she gestures between us, “just this.”

“I need you to be specific.”

“I like you taking control.”

“Your bracelet has no middle band, so that means you’d like to be a Slave? You want a twenty-four seven power exchange?”

“I think so,” she says as the smile vanishes, and the playfulness turns into uncertainty.

“What do you need to convince you?”

She looks up at me through her thick lashes. “It’s been a very a long time.”

I know we’re compatible, that we would fit well as Master and Slave, but she doesn’t. I need to show her.

I slowly unbuckle my belt. I’m going to push her limits, take control, and show her that she can trust me. And then reward her justly.

I’m vaguely aware that a few members of the club are watching from their places around the room. Although I’ve taken two Slaves from here, I’ve never participated in the playrooms. I’ve always brought them to a private room or taken them home. I have my mask on, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t know who I am. At least the ones who matter.

I’m glad they know though. I want them to know she’s mine.

I pull the belt from the loops, watching as Katia visibly tenses. The leather slides across the fabric, hissing as remove my belt.

I let the belt hang from my hand.

“I need to know your preferences.”

Her shoulders rise and fall quickly. “I’m not sure I know what you mean…” Her voice trails off and she visibly swallows.

“For instance, right now I want to fuck your throat.” I crouch low, wrapping the belt over the back of her neck. “I want to hear the pretty noises you make when you choke on my cock.” Her lips part, and the most beautiful moan spills from her lips. “Would you like that, kitten?”

“Yes,” she says eagerly, lust dripping from her softly spoken reply.

I unbuckle my pants with my left hand, her eyes watching as I pull the zipper down and unleash my cock. I stroke it a few times. “You’ll take what I give you.”

“Yes,” she answers obediently, moving to all fours on the bench.

I stroke my cock with my right hand and move her head down with my left. My fingers spear through her hair and make a fist.

“Lick it clean first,” I command her. A bead of precum leaks from my slit and she quickly laps at it. Her hot tongue sends a chill down my body and forces my toes to curl. I remain stiff and in control, but the feel of her, the eagerness to please, makes me want to groan in utter rapture.

I tighten my grip on the base of her neck, knowing the slight pain I’m causing her. Her thighs clench and tremble, and a sweet sound of pleasure escapes her as I lower her hot mouth onto my cock. It’s a clear sign that she enjoys the pain. I don’t know how much she wants though. That’s something we need to discuss before I push her limits.

“Good girl,” I tell her, pushing her down farther until I can feel the back of her throat. I close my eyes and groan, letting her know how good she feels. I hold her down, loving the sensation of her throat tightening around the head of my dick. I pump my hips and push her all the way down, all of me cutting off her air supply with her nose nearly touching my pubes. I let her up, pulling her off of my massive cock. She heaves in a breath, her chest swaying and her fingers gripping onto the bench.

“Again?” I ask her. If she were my Slave, I wouldn’t bother. But I’m also learning her desires.

“Please,” she begs as her voice comes out with desperation and I immediately react, shoving her face down as she eagerly devours my length.

I let her move this time, and she pushes herself down, as far as I did. Widening her jaws and taking in as much of me as she can. I let my hand roam down her back to her lush ass and inch her dress up. She’s wearing underwear, but that’s something that’s going to change. I want her pussy and ass easily available. For now, I push my fingers against the thin fabric and buck my hips up when I feel how hot and wet she is.

Fuck. She’s so ready. She’s fucking soaked for this. I pinch her clit lightly, and the vibrations from her moan around my dick nearly make me cum. But I hold back my own pleasure. Our first time will be together.

I push the damp fabric out of the way and tease her. Without any warning, I push three fingers into her tight pussy as I shove her head down farther onto my cock. I pump them in and out while thrusting my hips. Keeping up a rapid pace, and loving the noises from her wet cunt mixing with the sounds of her choking on my dick.

I pull her head off of me and let her suck in a breath. She’s shaky and wobbles slightly, her eyes glazed over and spit on the side of her mouth. She heaves in a breath and then another before I release my hold on the base of her neck. All the while I keep steadily fucking her with my fingers. Stroking her walls and pushing her closer to climax.

“May I please cum?” she cries out with desperation.

“Cum for me, kitten,” I say before shoving her head back down. She sucks me vigorously, bobbing her head and hollowing her cheeks, both in an effort to get me off and an eagerness to race toward her own orgasm.

She enjoys this. I throw my head back as my balls draw up. My spine tingles, and I know I’m close. I pull my hand out of her pussy and spank her clit, smacking my wet fingers against her pussy as she screams her pleasure around my cock.

Her throat opens, and I shove my dick down deeper. I continue thrusting my hips in short pumps while I resume fingering her over and over until her body tenses.

Yes!

Her cunt spasms around my fingers, and that’s my undoing.

Wave after wave of hot cum leaves me, and she obediently swallows it all down. The feeling only adds to my pleasure. I continue pulling her orgasm from her as she cleans my dick of every last drop, her body shuddering and her soft moans of pleasure filling my ears.

The sight of her with her eyes closed, enjoying the taste of my cock so intensely, makes me rock fucking hard again. I could take her for hours.

Her thighs are still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm as I lick her cum from my fingers. She’s fucking delicious. And tight. Next time I want her cumming on my dick.

It takes a moment for me to catch my breath as I pet her hair and let her lay her head on my lap.

Perfection.

I grab a blanket from the side of the room; they’re here specifically for aftercare. Pulling her panties back in place first, I pull her small body into my arms and sit down on the bench, nestling her into my lap.

“Did you enjoy that?” I ask her softly, kissing her hair. Her sweet taste is still on my tongue and I want more, but not here.

“Yes,” she says softly, her cheek resting on my shoulder. Her hot breath tickles my neck.

“Is it what you came here for?”

She clears her throat and shifts slightly in my lap. “I’m not sure what I came here for.”

“You’re looking for a Master,” I answer her.

“Yes.”

“You found one.”

She fidgets in my lap. The lack of a response makes me nervous.

“I’m not interested in play. I want the real thing.” I speak while holding her gaze.

“I do, too,” she answers softly.

“I want you, Katia. And I don’t want to share.”

She’s perfect. I can give her what she wants, and what she needs.

Everything is exactly how I imagined it would be. Up until this point. She isn’t giving me the answer I require.

“I don’t want anyone thinking you’re not off-limits.” I can feel my heart race as I talk to her. I want my collar around her neck. I want everyone to know she’s taken. No one else can give her what I can. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to provide for her in ways she’s never dreamed of.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Her pale blue eyes fly to mine, and her body tenses. For the first time since she’s been in here, she’s showing signs of fear. Fear of commitment.

But I’ll be damned if she lets anyone else touch her. If she’s having second thoughts about me being her Master, I’ll convince her. “Are you unhappy with me?” I ask her.

“No, it’s not that. I’m just not ready.”

“In here, without a collar, others will approach you.” And I’m sure as fuck not going to allow that.

“You have my word.” Her voice is shaky.

“I don’t want your word,” I say in a gravelly voice displaying my dominance over her, and signaling the severity I feel at her denying me this request. I won’t give her an ultimatum. She’s not mine yet, and this demonstration of disobedience isn’t a good sign. But she has a past. And I’m acutely aware of the fact that her perception is different from mine. She has real fears that need to be addressed. Still, I want her marked as mine. “It will displease me if you deny my collar.”

She wraps her arms around herself and looks away, sadness apparent on her beautiful features.

She slowly raises her chin, her eyes finding mine. “That’s all I can give you for now…”

Her voice trails off before she gets the title out. But I can hear it on the tip of her tongue. Master. Now that our play is over, she’s reverting back. She’s giving herself safety. I don’t mind it, but she will have more than enough safety with me. She only needs to let go.

“What do you need from me?” I ask her, gently cupping her chin in my hand.

She’s hesitant at first, but she leans into my touch. Her eyes are closed as she answers, “I don’t know. I’m afraid.”

“You already know not to be afraid.” As her Master, I’m to carry the weight of her worries. “I want you as my Slave, Katia.”

“I have problems.” She looks away, toward the door and I can see exactly what’s going through her mind. She doesn’t want to be taken advantage of, and she doesn’t know if she can handle her. That’s fine. I can soothe her worries. I have to remember that I have a very large advantage here. And she has no idea how much I know.

She needs to be comforted, probably fed, and have a simple conversation. I can try to take this slow. I don’t want to. But she obviously needs that.

“Come,” I say as I take her hand and lead her out of the playroom, toward the dining hall. There’s a show tonight. Fire play, which should be enjoyable to watch. It’s not something I toy with, but nonetheless it’s entertaining.

“I have to go.” Her feet stay planted, and she looks up at me as though she’s begging me for permission to leave. She’s not mine yet. That’s painfully obvious. But I’m not going to let her get away with that shit.

“You will never lie to me again.” My voice is hard. She doesn’t have to go.

She furiously shakes her head and insists, “I’m not lying.” Her voice is laced with fear. “I really do have to go. I am not well right now.” Her breathing is coming in panicked breaths.

“That doesn’t mean you need to go. If you’re in need, all you need to do is tell me.” Adrenaline courses through my blood. I’m frustrated and angry. I should have planned this out better.

“I don’t want to.” She answers honestly, and I rub my thumb on the back of her hand. This is too much, too soon. I fucking hate Joe Levi in this moment. I wanted her comfortable. I wanted to take things slower.

I kiss the back of her hand and nod.

“This was too much for you, wasn’t it?” Her eyes widen and she starts to answer, but closes her mouth.

“You don’t understand.” I do. I fucking understand everything. Had I played this right, she wouldn’t be feeling so insecure. I can fix this.

“You’ll come back here. Tomorrow night.” I give her the command. She focuses her full attention on me. Her submission is obvious. “If you’d like to continue this, of course.”

“I would,” she answers in a hushed voice.

“I would too, kitten. I understand you need time to process this. Take tonight and tomorrow during the day to think about things. And then you’ll come back here. Wait for me in the dining hall. I don’t want you coming back here without a collar on.”

She nods her head obediently. “I’ll do that.”

“You’re going to think of me tonight, kitten,” I lean into her, whispering and gripping her a little tighter, “but you will not touch yourself.”

I can see the desire back in her eyes as she whispers, “Yes”. Part of me wants to push her further tonight. Take her to a private room and talk to her about her needs. I can reassure her that I can provide for her, just as I know she can provide for me.

But she does need to process this. I need her full commitment, and without her willing to wear my collar, I don’t have that.

Tonight I will make her a list. I should have already made her a clear set of rules. She’s a creature of habit and routines, and she desires a Master. Which means she needs rules.

This is my fault. But I will make it right.