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“Spit on my cock, or I’ll make you gag on it.”
She gasps, blinking rapidly, but when she feels my grip tighten slightly at the back of her head and she can’t get away, it’s like she’s finally able to snap out of freeze and into fight mode. But instead of fighting me, the person inducing the fear response, she fights herself and whatever it is within her that makes her believe she can’t do something, even when she wants so badly to follow my commands.
I watch her jaw move, my heart rate rising and my breaths deepening, as she works to gather her saliva. And then, pulling her eyes away from mine to look down as much as my grip allows, she aims the best she can and forces herself to let the pitiful amount of spit she collected drip from her pretty mouth.
No matter the amount though, my cock jerks, as if reaching out to catch it like an offering, and I feel the warm wetness hit the side of my shaft. I look down just as it drips off, then look back up at my sub.
“Good. Fucking. Girl,” I growl, just before I yank her to me and kiss her so hard it momentarily hurts. But the pain feels good and eggs me on, and I force her lips open with my tongue, diving inside. “You did it.”
I feel her smile at the praise, and the power I feel being able to make her feel good about herself is intoxicating as fuck.
“You’re going to do it again, little doll,” I tell her against her mouth as I continue to ravage it with my own. “But this time, I’m going to help you get it juuust right. And then you’re going to carry out the rest of my command, wrap that little hand around your master’s big cock, and jack me off. Got it?” I punctuate the question with a tiny jerk of my hand controlling her head, and the aggression in my tone and slight movement is enough to keep her instincts at bay.
“Yes, Master,” she whimpers when I let her lips free enough that she can respond, and I feel even more of my old self unfurl.
And God, it feels so good.
She lets out a shocked little sound that makes more precum seep from my tip when I start feeding my own saliva into her mouth as we kiss.
“Don’t swallow,” I hint, and after a moment, she gives me a barely perceptible nod of understanding.
This kiss is fucking hot and messy. It’s goddamn arousing, and not just for me, as I feel my doll’s hands come up to grip my legs, tiny tugs, as if trying to pull my much larger body toward her, that seem unconscious. Her kneeling body between my legs moves, her hips making small, sensual circles, similar to her movements when she was on my lap, dancing for me earlier. As if she wishes she had a cock to sit on while I shove more of my spit into her mouth with my tongue.
When I feel it’s enough that it’s now a continuous dribble out the corners of our lips, I pull away suddenly with a growl and drag her face-first toward my awaiting erection that’s so hard it’s damn near painful.
“Now, spit,” I demand, and this time, there’s no hesitation, and it’s no tiny little wad of white bubbles that leave my submissive’s lips. My doll gathers all of our combined saliva that pooled beneath her tongue during our kiss, and with her mouth so close there’s no way she can miss, I lean back and tilt my head for the perfect view as she follows her master’s orders.
“Fuck yeah. That’s my perfect little slut doll,” I growl as she pumps my cock using our spit as lubrication. Her responding whimper along with her other hand slipping between her thighs lets me know the combination of praise and degradation is more than welcome. It’s desired. So hungry for it that she not only breaks character but one of my rules.
Immediately, I grab the remote and hit the yellow button. The change in song is enough to snap her to attention, and I see the moment she realizes what she’s doing. Startled, like the fingers massaging her pussy lips aren’t her own, she snatches her hand away, making a fist and pressing it to the top of her thigh. She drops the other from my cock, remembering that all her systems as a mindless toy have been shut down with the press of a button.
As much as I want to watch her jack my cock with one hand while playing with herself with the other, I couldn’t allow the indiscretion to go on. What kind of Dom would I be if I let my submissive get away with disobedience?
CHAPTER 18
Twyla
Oh, shit.
CHAPTER 19
Seven
The innocent and slightly confused surprise still in her pretty eyes would’ve been my undoing just hours ago, making me want to cuddle her and tell her she did nothing wrong. But instead, those emotions I see in her expression bring me sadistic pleasure, especially knowing that deep inside, she wants my corrections and punishments. Because it’ll teach her what she craves to learn.
“Something’s wrong with my new toy.” I sigh and lean forward, resting my forearms on my wide-spread knees and clasping my hands between us. She’s back in Nadu, but following her rituals now won’t make up for breaking my rules. “For some reason, it started touching its second pleasure sleeve by itself. And I definitely didn’t use voice commands to make it do that.”
Another test—to see if she responds in any way to being called “it” for the first time.
She swallows thickly, but it’s hard to tell whether she’s reacting to the objectification or that I pointed out her indiscretion. Either way, she doesn’t flinch away, so I’ll leave it as an option unless she says or shows me in some capacity that she doesn’t like it.
“We can’t have you taking liberties outside your generic preset without my orders now, can we?” I ask, rhetorical, but she still knows she’s required to verbally acknowledge what I say.
“No, Master,” she whispers, glancing up from my laced fingers to quickly steal a look at my expression.
She’s the only sub I’ve ever allowed to see my face, to look into my eyes, as I dominate her. It’s a hard limit of hers, one I’d never discourage. She needs the ability to see the love in my gaze, so she doesn’t ever have to worry that I’m actually disappointed in her. Plus, eye contact for someone as shy as her is hard as fuck to begin with, so if she can will herself to do that, then I wouldn’t admonish her in the first place.
“No… no, we can’t,” I add through a sigh. “So, I guess my only option, if I want to continue enjoying my doll’s mouth, is to take over controlling it.”
