Chapter 23

Endings

He gave her no time to recover beyond what he needed. He pushed her off his body. She lay, panting, in the water; her nipples were puffy and bruised, her lips parted in something between a grin and a snarl.

He rose to his feet, retrieved the lead, and attached it to her collar. He pulled her to her feet. She rose, soundless.

He dragged her out of the bath. She lost her balance as she clambered out and ended up on the floor on all fours. He gave her a moment, watching her ribs flare, the line of her back, and the curve of her neck.

“Follow me, whore.”

He moved across the floor to the bed. She crawled along behind him, struggling to keep up. Her manacled hands reduced her progress to that of a hobbled mare.

“On your feet.” She rose. He placed the flat of his hand between her breasts and pushed. She fell back onto the bed.

He took the blindfold off. Her eyes locked on his. There was no flicker of feeling in her eyes, just a flat, reptilian stare.

“Speak, whore. Do you wish to leave?”

She shook her head.

“Good. Look at my cock.”

She looked down. He was half-erect; the head and shaft glistened with his cream.

“It is unclean,” he said. “You have left it unclean. Do you agree?”

She nodded.

“What must you do? Speak. Use your words.”

“Clean it, Sir?” she asked in her small voice. “Clean it? With my tongue? My mouth? Or would you prefer my cunt?”

He was hardening again, she saw.

He climbed onto the bed, straddled her, his knees on either side of her shoulders. His cock dipped at her mouth.

“Mouth, then,” she said, almost happily. She raised her head and sucked him down between her lips.

He watched her work. She licked him clean first, tilting her head this way and that so her tongue could wash over him. She sucked his spunk between her lips, swallowed, grinned that murderous smile, and then went seeking elsewhere. Some minutes later, when she had finished, his balls were coated in her saliva, and her tongue was in his arsehole again.

At 11 pm, he tied her to the bedposts, then squatted over her face and fucked her mouth. He held her head to the pillow with both hands, holding it still while he slid in and out of her lips.

Her eyes remained locked to his throughout. He stopped when it got too much, withdrew, laid his cock on her chin while she licked over and around the head.

“Do you wish it to end?” he asked as she lapped at him. She shook her head.

He continued until he came. The pleasure this time was momentary, his at least. She grinned at him again, said “Sir?”

He nodded for her to speak.

“May I have more, Sir?” she asked from between her swollen lips. He stared at her for an instant, then climbed off. He let her drink, then wiped her face clean.