I groaned as the seed shot out of my balls and up through my cock. She swallowed eagerly as I pumped into her face again and again, unloading a massive stream of cum. I held myself deep inside her for a moment, her swallowing throat massaging my cock deliciously.
I pulled back and watched as she licked me clean. Then I rumpled her hair and pulled her to her feet. Her huge eyes were soft and submissive and her lips were puffy from the phenfuckingnominal head she'd just performed.
"You will be rewarded for that. Later."
She blinked at me, her eyes worried.
"How can you know that?"
"What?"
"How can you know you can trust me?"
I grinned.
"I will show you. In two more days."
"What? I can't wait two days Jackson-please!"
I just chuckled and pulled her over to an easy chair by the window. I sat down and pulled her facedown over my lap. Her ass was high in the air, right where I wanted it.
She had a very nice ass.
"You will wait as long as I see fit. And I am not letting you out of here until I am sure. So, it's up to you to convince me."
I lifted my hand, bringing it down squarely on her ass. The room echoed with the sound of the sharp smack. She jerked a little and I shushed her, rubbing my hand over her round ass cheeks.
"That is for making me wait all this time."
I lifted my hand again and brought it down, smacking her firmly.
"That is for lying to me."
SMACK
"That is for lying to yourself."
SMACK
"That is for daring to go out with another man."
I stopped, my hand hovering over her ass. I'd pretty much covered it, but I wanted to do something different. Something I'd read about online.
I wanted to condition her.
I slid my hand between her legs and started to toy with the slick folds of her *. Just for a few minutes, until she started to get really wet again. I grunted at the sweet feel of her against my hand.
Just like that, I was hard again.
SMACK
My hand worked her * and ass, alternating between pleasure and pain. I was punishing her and pleasuring her at the same time. I knew it would just make her hornier, and more desperate.
More likely to follow through on phase four.
I pushed her thighs apart and lightly smacked her *. She moaned. I grinned, knowing my plan was working.
She liked it.
I took my time, applying light, stinging smacks to her sopping wet * between fingering her just enough to make her quiver.
Not enough to make her come though.
Finally I lowered her to her knees.
She looked up at me, looking like a bad little girl who wanted a cookie. I smiled and tugged my cock out of my jeans.
"Again."
I watched in satisfaction as she leaned down, pulling my cock into her mouth without a second thought.
Yes, training was going very well.
Angelina
"Alright sweetheart, that's enough."
I was on all fours like a dog, waiting eagerly for Jackson to take me. He'd been toying with me for three days now. I was out of my mind with horniness and completely under his control.
I hadn't thought about the outside world in days. Not until Jackson had told me I would get out tomorrow. I didn't know how I would feel, out of this room.
I was a little bit frightened of what he would ask of me next. Would he continue my training? I hadn't asked for this, but now I didn't know what I would do without it.
I craved his firm hand and approval in a way that would have shocked the old me.
I was desperate for his cock, even if he didn't let me come. Which he had not done since the first night when he made me climax over and over again. That was a distant memory.
My back arched as I felt him behind me. He grunted as he pushed his cock into my ass. I took him inside me with a gasp of pleasure. It was amazing what could change in just a few days.
His hand rested casually on my ass as he started sawing his cock in and out of me. He hadn't come in a few hours, so I knew he would be quick. He had extremely good control over his own body though, so it really depended what he was in the mood for.
He'd been rough and tender by turns, sweet and slow and hard and fast. He hadn't hurt me but he'd teased me mercilessly, taunting me with his words and his control over my body. And the way he was denying me was pure torture.
I flexed my ass, squeezing him as he rode me.
This was for his enjoyment, not mine. He'd made that clear to me. I had to earn my right to pleasure. I had to do that by belonging to him.
I had no problem with that.
Not anymore.
I knew I already did.
He slammed into me harder, his cock buried to the hilt. I felt stuffed, stretched, overflowing. Just below his swinging balls my bare * felt achingly empty. He hadn't touched it in hours. And he was showing no signs of giving me what I wanted.
"Please..."
He slapped my ass playfully. I used to hate the idea of play spanking. But since it had become a ritual for us, it only made me wetter.
Hornier.
Emptier.
I think I would have agreed to anything if he had just given me what I wanted.