Page 22 of Corrupted By You

“Yes, Zeno.”

Dominance rose inside of me like a tidal wave and sharpened every line in my body.

“Call memaster, pet.” I squeezed her jaw and her eyelids drooped. “Now tell me your safe word.”

“B-Bold,” she stammered.

“Two more things. One, no kissing on the lips. I don’t do that.” One of my hands trailed down to clench her breast. “And two, I’m going to call you many names. The kind that we deem derogatory outside of the bedroom.”

“And why is that?” she asked challengingly.

“I want to show you that in here, those words do not hold the same significance. They’re meant to excite you. Tonight, you are free to be whatever you choose. Whether it’s my pet, my brat, or my pretty little whore. And, Darla, it’s okay for these words to turn you on. Once the negative connotation has been taken away, you’ll find yourself getting wet when I degrade and praise you. Do you trust me?”

She needed to understand that me calling her my pretty little whore was no different than me calling her a sweetheart when we were like this. “Yes.”

“Yes,Master,” I growled against her parted mouth.

“Y-Yes, Master.”

“I understand your need to lose your virginity to a man you love and not someone you met at a sex club during your friend’s bachelorette party. Therefore, you’re going to strip, but keep your panties on so I’m not tempted to fuck you.”

“The way you talk,” she whispered, licking her lips. “I…”

“You fucking like it, don’t you?” Heryeswas stifled when I grabbed her throat. “I’ll show you the ropes, baby. I’ll teach you what makes your body scream, and I’m going to use my tongue, fingers, and cock to make sure you never forget who mastered you. It’ll be the best fucking sex of your life and you’ll walk away with this trust fund pussy’s virginity intact.” My hand dipped underneath the skirt of her dress and I plucked at her soaking wet thong. “But make no mistake, I will corrupt your innocence. The next time you lie awake in your expensive silk sheets, you’ll be rubbing your clit to the thought of me and all the bad things I did to it.” I let the thong snap against her pussy. “Now fucking strip, you little brat.”

An invisible veil slid into place and we fell into our respective roles. Darla, my whore for the night, and me, the master who’d make her come so hard, she’d lose her voice from screaming my name.

With slow fingers, Darla reached back to untie the top of her halter dress. The material fell down to her waist, revealing naked breasts that were meant to be licked, sucked, and quite frankly, fucked.

Her nipples pebbled under my perusal.

Unable to resist, my thumb swept across her left nipple, plucking lightly. When she made a soft noise, I grabbed her entire tit and squeezed. “I said naked, Darla.”

Darla shrugged her dress all the way down her hips with a little shimmy. The useless material slipped to her feet. She kicked it aside and almost slipped off her heels before I rasped, “Leave them.”

“What now?” That haughty tone returned.

I was going to fuck it out of her soon.

“Lean back against the wall. I want a good look at my birthday gift.”

She did as instructed, pressing her palms flat to the wall. It pleased me how quick she was to obey me.

The small chandelier above our heads cast a buttery glow over her naked body and I hummed in satisfaction. “You’re decadent,mon ange.”

Brown sultry gaze. Red painted mouth. Black hair styled into a chignon with a side part. Diamond studs adorning her ears. Lightly tanned, flawless skin that begged to be blemished with teeth marks. Darla was shaped like an hourglass. Flat stomach and trim waist that flared into shapely hips and toned legs. Tiger stripes, only visible when you looked closely, coated the sides of her thighs, which were a hint thicker. Just the way I liked it.

I was already fantasizing using them as earmuffs while I ate her out.

“Thank you,” she hushed.

I reached forward to nudge her black, soaked scrap of lace to the side. “Are you going to let me tongue-fuck your pretty little cunt?”

“Yes, please.” She sighed, closing her eyes. Admitting it out loud caused her to flush pink. “I need it so bad.”

I spun her around swiftly and spanked her right ass cheek. I did it twice more and she broke into a moan. “You will address me as Master, unless you want to be punished. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Master.” She flattened her hands against the wall. “I’m sorry. I won’t forget again.” She rubbed her ass all over my dick. “Please.”