“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you will. When I’m done with you tonight, you won’t think about any other man but me. You’ll be begging for my cock and you won’t get it.”

Her breath hitches as I direct her head to my handiwork. A small metal cage sits in the corner. It will barely fit her, but it’ll be the perfect punishment for her.

The way her body trembles is enough evidence that deep down, in the corners of her soul, she’s curious about this. She wants to know how it feels.

“You know what that is?” I lick the shell of her ear before I bite down on it, eliciting a whimper from her.

“Don’t,” her voice is pleading, scared.

Good.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t do this.” Her eyes dart between me and the cage.

“It feels better than watching it on those porn sites. I can promise you that, Pet.”

Her cheeks redden, shamed by her fantasies.

“Stop talking about that.” Her voice is spooked as if she were caught sinning by a priest.

“You don’t have to hide yourself from me. You’re all mine, the good and the dark and the fucked up.”

Even her anxiety attacks are mine. Everything about her is.

I push her head down against the sofa, making sure the cage is in view. When she orgasms, I want her to know what the end is going to be. It won’t be a fairytale with a happy ever after, it’ll be a cage with cold metal. I want her to think about all her fantasies and realize they’re nothing compared to what I can do to her.

With her knees on the ground and her upper body leaning against the couch, I hold her down with my fist on her hair and release her wrists.

She doesn’t fight as I expect her to. Well, well. My little Petal is eager for this.

Her nails dig into the sofa, waiting for the inevitable, or probably excited for it.

One way to find out.

I yank down her jeans and panties then throw them away. Her pale ass comes into view, still a little bruised from the other night’s spanking. I bring my hand down on it again, to make sure she always has my marks on her. She cries out, her nails sinking into the couch.

Her arousal coats the air and I inhale it in with a smirk on my lips. “What turns you on, Pet?” I grab her ass cheek then hit it again, relishing in the sting of flesh against flesh. “The spanking?” I thrust two fingers inside her wet cunt. “The pain?” I release her and rip her blouse and bra off her. “The fucking helplessness?”

She’s panting so hard, her full tits crush back against the couch as she lies her head on the leather, her cheeks red.

“Answer me.” I pull her back by the hair, so she’s tilted in my direction.

“Just do it, Jasper.” her body is coated with perspiration, anticipation, and the excitement of the unknown.

“Not until you answer. What turns you on, Pet?”

“You.” The word falls from her lips like a prayer.

I almost shoot my load over her ass there and then.

Fuck. It’s a simple word and yet it fucks me up like no other.

“Me?” I ask.

“Yes, you. I wouldn’t have been this turned on if it was someone else. It’s not about the fantasy.” She draws an involuntary breath. “It’s about the person fulfilling the fantasy. You.”

Me.

I slam inside her in one rough go and she screams. Just like that, she fucking comes by penetration alone. That’s a new level even for her.

My little Petal was so stimulated, she only needed a touch to detonate.

“You’re mine, Pet.” I fist my hand around her hair and pull her by it. “Don’t act like you aren’t. Don’t fucking let others close to what I own.”

She’s still coming down when I pull out, cutting off her orgasm.

“W-what? Why did you stop?”

“Because you don’t get my cock after what you did.” It was a spur of the moment thing anyway. I wasn’t supposed to fuck her at all tonight, but after she said those words, I lost control.

Which is becoming my modus operandi around this woman.

I slap her ass again and she yelps, a soft sob tearing from her lips.

She doesn’t tell me to stop though. If anything, her ass wiggles in my direction.

Kneeling behind her, I pull her cheeks apart and thrust my tongue against her swollen cunt.

She bucks off and I slap her ass. “Don’t move.”

Her fingers go back to helplessly clutch the sofa as I lap my tongue against her slit, her juices coat my lips as I thrust it inside, tongue-fucking her, owning her.

She tries to wiggle against me, demanding to continue her earlier release, but I slap her ass twice and she immediately stops.

“You want more, Pet?”

“Yes, yes…”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t let others close to what’s mine.”

“I won’t... I promise.”

“You promise, huh?”

“Yes, please, Jasper. Please.”

Those words, the begging, my name on her trembling lips is my encouragement. I tease her clit with my thumb as I thrust my fingers harder and more mercilessly into her hot pussy.

She convulses all around me, her slick wetness coating my fingers as she comes. Her moan is muffled against the couch, her nails digging into the material as if it’s a lifeline. Like she’s falling, and I’ll be the only one who catches her or lets her drop. Which is true.

I don’t stop as she comes down from her orgasm. My tongue and fingers take turns in thrusting in and out of her until she moans again, this time it’s tired, but it’s not less wanton.

“Stop, stop!” she cries, trying to push off the couch, but I pin her in place on the ground and wrench another orgasm out of her with my tongue.

It’s quicker this time. Her body is so used to my touch, she’s easily stimulated, easily brought to the heights of pleasure.

Easily mine.

Fucking mine.

By the third orgasm, she’s sobbing, tears streaking down her cheeks. I stand up and she lies slumped on the couch sideways. Her hands are limp by her sides, her tits are coated with sweat, and her nipples are hard like pebbles.

But the look in her eyes, fuck, the look in those storms.

She stares up at me with a half-lidded gaze, utterly satisfied, a little scared, but satisfied.

She’s still sniffling from the force of her orgasms. Her entire body is flushed red, and her hair sticks to her nape with sweat.

And then she does something. My little Petal turns around and pulls her body up so she’s sitting on the ground and opens her legs. It’s the slightest opening, but it’s enough to give me a full fucking view of the glistening pussy I devoured seconds ago.

She glances at my hard cock, bites her lower lip then looks away, cheeks coated in crimson.

Fuck me.

It’s her way to ask me to fuck her. She’s stimulated to the point she begged me to stop, but she still wants me to fuck her.

“Look at me.”

She slowly does and I wipe my mouth, making her watch me run my tongue over the evidence of her arousal.

My little Petal’s lips part and she never breaks eye contact.

“You want my cock inside you, Pet?”

She says nothing, seemingly entranced by how I lick her off me.