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She wasn't looking at him, but she could feel the slow shake of his head and the disapproval growing in his gaze.
"You dirty little slut," he growled, and suddenly his hand was around her ponytail again, and he was forcing her to her feet. He whipped her around like a rag doll until she was facing away from him and landed a hard smack across the middle of her ass.
"You are not in control here, sub, and you will not try to be. If you don't know what I want, you ask. Your sole purpose is to please me, and so far, you are not doing a very good job. Try harder."
"Yes, Master. I'm very sorry." Tears pricked the back of her eyelids at his harsh words, but still her pussy quivered, aching for his touch. He was breaking her down in a way she had never been broken before, and it was phenomenal how much she craved for more.
She froze when he released her ponytail. What would he do next? What should she do? Before she could ponder asking, he picked her up and tossed her face first across his bed.
"All I was going to do was look at your pretty little pussy and make sure you had shaved like a good little sub. I was going to turn you over, and stick a finger in your tight little ass, and make sure you were clean and ready for my cock. I was going to touch you and tease you, and if you passed inspection, I might have even tasted you and let you come. But now, I have to punish you."
"Yes, Master." Emily winced, thankful for the fact that her face was smushed into the bedcovers and he couldn't see her grimace. How had she forgotten about orgasm denial as a form of punishment?
Her Master was rough as he shoved her legs apart, and without warning, stuck two fingers up inside her sopping wet pussy.
She could barely hear the click of his tongue over the pounding of her own heart.
"You are so wet." He smacked her ass. "Your pussy is sopping, you’re so horny, and my dick isn't even hard. You know what that means?"
That he was a lying sack? Because she knew for a fact he was every bit as turned on as she was.
Another smack, this time to the backs of her thighs, had her crying out. "No, Master!"
Ow, ow, ow!She winced.
"It means you’re being a bad sub and you should be punished. A good sub would make sure her Master's pleasure was put before her own. Her behavior would please him, and her obedience would make him hard and ready."
He fucked her hard with his fingers as he scolded, smacking her ass several times for good measure.
"I'm sorry, Master. I'll be good. I'll be obedient and I’ll please you. I’ll make you hard again, Sir."
"You better," he growled. She could hear him working the belt on his tight leather pants with one hand. The sound it made as it whooshed through the loops around his waist made her nerves stand on end. Just as quickly, he stopped his ministrations and pulled his fingers from her, leaving her bereft. He flipped her onto her back and she quickly looked away, careful not to gaze upon him without permission.
He knelt between her legs and she could almost feel it as his gaze roamed over every inch of her pussy. He pulled her lips apart, pinching her clit roughly between two fingers. His hands ran down her bikini line and around her thighs.
"Bare," he finally announced. "At least you did something right."
"Yes, Master," she breathed, fighting with everything she had not to move a muscle. Her hips twitched, aching to rub and grind against his hand. "I'm happy to have pleased you."
"Not so fast. There is still more of you to inspect." She thought he would flip her over again, but instead, he brought her legs together and lifted them high in the air, folding her at the waist. The diaper position. He was eye level with her most private hole.
He had seen it a dozen times by now, shoving a plug into it nearly every day since he’d met her, but this was different. She was so exposed. It felt dirtier, more humiliating. She truly felt as if she were being judged to see if she was worthy, and she was terrified of coming up short.
She could hardly breathe as he sat there, with his face so close to her ass that she could feel his breath. When he finally inserted a finger, with no lubrication, she could only breathe a short-lived sigh of relief.
"Such a pretty little bottom hole. So tight and ready. I can't wait to take you here later. I'm going to shove my cock in your ass and fuck you until you scream."
Her breath caught and her voice warbled. "Yes, Master." She wondered if she should tell him that she was an anal virgin, but decided it was better to only speak when she was spoken to.
He started to pump his finger in and out of her bottom and she yipped at each thrust. The lack of lubricant made a huge difference in the comfort level.
"So goddamn tight," he whispered. "Tell me sub, have you ever been fucked here before? Have you ever had the pleasure of a man's cock in your ass?"
"No, Master Cole. You’ll be the first."
The groan that he emitted at this admission was guttural. His finger stopped moving and pulled out of her quickly. She wondered if she had said something wrong.
A loud smack on her ass before he released her legs didn't answer her question, but the breathy words that came afterward did.
