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"Very good. And if something is wrong, you will use it?"
"Yes."
With those two conversations out of the way, he slipped easily into his role. In a swift motion, he had his fist wrapped around her ponytail, using it for leverage as he jerked her neck back until she was looking right at him. His hand in her hair, he reached down with the other and smacked her lightly across the face. Her jaw dropped, but her eyes glistened, proving what he already knew. It wasn't against her limits, and although he’d done it hard enough to shock, it hadn’t hurt. Not yet.
"That’s Master Cole to you, sub. You will use my correct title every time you address me, or you will be punished for your insubordination. Furthermore, earlier, when I asked you a question, you looked up at me before you answered. In the future, you will not do that without my permission. You are here to be my lowly little sub this weekend and you need to remember your place. If you can't, I’ll teach you. Have I made myself perfectly clear?”
It burnt his stomach a little bit to be that harsh with her, and though it was a line he used in most of his books, he had never imagined that he would tell a submissive that she didn’t have permission to look at him. He had also never imagined that Emily, someone he worked with, would be his willing ‘anything goes’ submissive for the weekend either. As much as the command rubbed him the wrong way, he knew it was necessary to cut down the awkwardness and keep them both in the scene. They had each asked for this for a reason, and he wanted to make sure that they both got what they needed.
"Yes, Master Cole," Emily breathed in agreement. The relief on her face was tangible, and he knew he had made the right choice.
"That's better. Be a good little sub for me, and maybe later I'll reward you by letting you suck my cock. What do you think of that, my little slut?"
"I think that would please me very much," she whispered. The way her chest heaved with ragged breaths told him that she was very turned on. Too bad. This was about his pleasure, not hers.
"I can’t wait to fuck your dirty little mouth, " he told her, finally letting go of her ponytail.
"Yes, Master Cole."
"I'm going to unleash you now, sub, and I'm going to strip you naked. Panties are a privilege you don't deserve."
The scent of her arousal filled the space between them as he slowly unhooked the leash from her collar, leaving the length of it fastened to the bed in case he needed to tie her up again later. He stuck his index finger between the collar and the skin of her neck, making sure that it wasn't too tight. "I think I'm going to leave this on you, to help you remember who you belong to."
"Yes, Master." The honorific sounded so sweet on her lips as she quivered waiting for his next command.
"Strip. And then come over and present yourself to your Master for inspection."
Emily was careful to keep her gaze trained on the floor as she stripped, but it took everything in her not to stare up at him with unabashed awe. Truthfully, she was glad he had forbidden it. Not seeing him kept her in the fantasy and kept her thoughts from wandering to all the things she was trying to forget.
When they had been paired, aside from her initial reluctance, she had doubted his ability to give her what she was craving, but so far, so good. This Master persona he had adopted fit his easy, confident self like a second skin. It was a complete one-eighty from the soft spoken, but occasionally stern, professor she was used to. Her pussy had been throbbing since the first time he had addressed her as "sub", and put her on a leash, commanding her to crawl like a dog.
No one ever really knew how they’d react to such objectifying, dehumanizing behavior, but she kind of loved it. Knowing she was beneath him, being called slut and sub, and being told she didn't have the right to wear clothing or to look at him whenever she wanted… it made her shiver with need. Her pussy wasn’t just wet, it was practically a fucking ocean by now, and she wanted to lick his cock so badly she could weep. Establishing boundaries and consent was important, but if they didn't get to the fun stuff soon, she might actually cry.
It didn't take her long to step out of her heels and roll her stockings down her legs. She peeled off her panties and bra, but she did it as slowly and as dramatically as possible, putting on a show for her Master. He hadn't asked her to, but he hadn’t told her not to either. If he didn’t like it, well, she supposed he would just have to punish her.
She knew that was something she was supposed to be afraid of, but she wasn't. In her current state, she felt like she would welcome just about anything he wanted to do to her. Now naked and suddenly self-conscious, she lowered herself to the ground on her knees. Butt on heels, legs apart, hands behind her back, she waited.
"That's nice, but I can't very well inspect you like that, can I?"
He pushed at the inside of her knee with the toe of his boot. It was a reminder how painfully clothed he still was while she was so completely bared, with every part of herself on display for his perusal.
"Spread your legs."
Shifting, she opened them just a little further, giving what she thought to be a perfectly adequate view of her lady bits.
He was not amused. "Are you being deliberately obtuse? Is this a deliberate disobedience of your Master’s order, or are you just a naughty little sub who hasn't been properly trained? Or maybe, you’re trying to control the situation, angling for a punishment like a needy little brat who’s forgotten who her Master is? Is that it?"
She could see he expected an answer, but she wasn't sure which one to give. If she were honest, there was a little bit of truth to all three of those things.
Unsure how to respond, she spread her legs as far as they would go, until she was practically doing the splits.
"Very nice," he growled, “but I asked you a question and I'm waiting for an answer."
Emily trembled as she swallowed past the thickness in her throat. "Yes, Master Cole." She forced the words out between parched lips.
"That's not an answer. Which one is it?"
"Uh, it's all three, Sir."
