The Master's Command Part: 2
The Master's Command Part: 2
With that, he reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him. I stumbled slightly, my body reacting to his touch. He led me across the room, his grip firm and unyielding. “Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice cold and commanding. I hesitated for a moment, my mind screaming at me to resist. But I knew better than to defy him. Slowly, I sank to my knees, my heart pounding in my chest. “That’s right,” he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now, open your mouth.” I obeyed, my lips parting as I looked up at him. His expression was one of pure dominance, his eyes gleaming with desire. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hand gripping the back of my head. “Now, show me how much you want it.”
With that, he thrust his hips forward, his cock pressing against my lips. I gasped in surprise, my mouth opening wider as he forced himself inside. “Suck,” he commanded, his voice harsh and demanding. I obeyed, my tongue flicking out to taste him. His cock was thick and hard, filling my mouth in a way that left little room for anything else. I wrapped my lips around him, sucking gently as I tried to take him deeper. “Faster,” he growled, his fingers tightening in my hair. “I want to feel your mouth working.” I increased the pace, my lips moving frantically as I tried to please him. His cock tasted salty and musky, a potent reminder of his masculinity. I could feel him growing harder, his arousal pulsing against my tongue. “That’s it,” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly.
“Take it all, you little slut.” His words sent a thrill of pleasure through me, my body responding to his dominance. I moaned around his cock, my hips grinding against the floor as I lost myself in the sensation. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice softening slightly. “You’re doing so well.” His praise only fueled my desire, my mouth working even harder to please him. I could feel his arousal building, his cock twitching in my mouth as he neared his climax. “Almost there,” he panted, his grip on my hair tightening. “Just a little more.” I redoubled my efforts, my tongue swirling around his shaft as I sucked with everything I had.
His breathing grew ragged, his body tensing as he prepared to come. “Here it comes,” he growled, his voice strained. With a final thrust, he came, his seed filling my mouth in hot spurts. I swallowed reflexively, my body trembling with the effort of taking him all in. His hands gripped my hair tightly, holding me in place as he emptied himself into my mouth. When he finally finished, he released me, stepping back with a satisfied sigh. I collapsed onto the floor, my body shaking with exhaustion and relief. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice gentle now. “You did well.” “I looked up at him, my heart swelling with pride at his words. For a moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of us in the dimly lit room. ‘Thank you,’ I whispered, my voice barely audible. He smiled down at me, his expression softening, but I could sense there was something deeper behind those eyes—something more than just kindness. It made my heart race, but not with fear—more with anticipation.
He watched me closely, studying every detail of my face. The warmth in his gaze faded, replaced by something darker. I saw the shift in his posture, felt the change in the air between us. The momentary tenderness was gone, and I realized that the lesson wasn’t over. I had made a mistake, and he wasn’t about to let me forget it. ‘You’re welcome, Elara,’ he said, his voice cool and controlled now, sending a shiver down my spine. ‘Now, let’s see what other lessons you need to learn.’ He climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips, and leaned down to whisper in my ear. ‘This is your fault, Elara. You brought this on yourself.’ I whimpered, my hands gripping the sheets tightly. ‘I know, sir. I’m sorry.’ ‘Too late for apologies,’ he said, pulling away from me and sitting up. ‘Now, spread your legs.’ I hesitated for a moment, my eyes darting to his, but I knew better than to argue. Slowly, I parted my thighs, exposing myself to him. The sight of my wet, glistening pussy sent a surge of desire through him, but he pushed it aside. This wasn’t about pleasure—it was about discipline. He reached down, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties and yanking them down my legs. They joined the rest of my clothes on the floor, leaving me completely bare before him. I could feel my breath quicken, my nipples hardening against the cool air, but I knew that didn’t matter to him.
He needed to teach me a lesson. Shifting forward, he positioned himself between my legs, gripping his cock and guiding it to my entrance. I gasped as he pressed against me, my body tensing in anticipation. But there was no warning. With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into the sheets as he began to move, pumping in and out of me with ruthless precision. Each thrust was hard and deep, forcing the air from my lungs and making me whimper with each impact. I could feel my walls clenching around him, seeking some form of relief, but he denied me that. This was about pain, not pleasure. ‘You like that, don’t you?’ he growled, his voice low and menacing. ‘You like being punished.’ I shook my head frantically, tears welling in my eyes and streaming down my cheeks. ‘No, sir. Please—’ ‘Liar,’ he spat, increasing his pace. ‘You love it. You love knowing that you can’t escape me.’ My body betrayed me, arching up to meet each thrust, my hips bucking against him, begging for more. My mind screamed to resist, but I couldn’t help it. I could feel my resolve slipping, my moans growing louder, but he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop.
This was what I deserved—what I needed. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head, his grip unyielding. I struggled for a moment, but it was futile. ‘Don’t fight it,’ he commanded, his voice dripping with authority. ‘Just take it.’ I sobbed, my body trembling beneath him, but I stopped fighting. I gave in, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pounded into me with relentless force. Each thrust drove me deeper into the mattress, my back arching and my breasts bouncing with the impact. ‘That’s it,’ he snarled, a cruel smile curling his lips. ‘Take it, Elara. Take everything I give you.’ My cries grew louder, my body writhing beneath him as he continued to fuck me with brutal intensity.
I could feel the pressure building inside him, his need to come growing stronger with each thrust, but he held back. Not yet. He wasn’t finished. He let go of my wrists, letting my hands drop to the bed, and reached down to cup my breasts, squeezing them roughly and pinching my nipples between his fingers. I cried out again, my body convulsing with each rough touch, but I knew it wasn’t enough. This wasn’t about pleasure—it was about breaking me, about showing me who was in control. ‘Look at me,’ he demanded, his voice cutting through my sobs. ‘Look at me while I fuck you.’ I obeyed, meeting his gaze with tear-filled eyes. The sight of my vulnerability, my submission, sent a rush of power through him, and I could see his control slipping. ‘Tell me you’re sorry,’ he commanded, his voice harsh and unrelenting. ‘Tell me you’ll never be late again.’ I whimpered, my body shaking as I struggled to speak. ‘I’m sorry, sir. I won’t be late again. Please—’ ‘Please what?’ he demanded, his thrusts growing harder, faster. ‘What do you want, Elara?’ ‘Please… please let me come,’ I begged, my voice barely a whisper.
He smirked, leaning down to press his lips to my ear. ‘Not yet,’ he whispered, his voice filled with cruelty. ‘You haven’t earned it.’ With that, he pulled out of me, leaving me empty and exposed. I cried out in protest, my body arching off the bed as I tried to follow him, but he moved away, standing beside the bed and watching me with cold detachment.” He stood there, watching her tremble, completely broken yet obedient. A cruel smile tugged at his lips. ‘Now you’ve learned,’ he whispered, turning away, leaving her shattered and alone in the darkness.
