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Kris

That was almost too easy. All it took was a little nudge- a broken lock here, some scattered clothes there. And now look, she's already decided to move in. The blizzard played its part well, sweeping in at just the right moment. Now she's here, in our cabin, where she was always meant to be.

The missing necklace though… that's a problem. One I'll need to address soon. The necklace wasn't there when I trashed the place early this morning before Cherry woke up.

For now, I've put her in the guest room. I don't want to scare her off. It's better if she thinks she has a choice whether to stay here with me or not. I want her to feel that she is in control of her situation, and to be comfortable here in her new home.

She's been rummaging through her things for a while now. I've been watching her from the couch, just a casual observer, as she frantically digs through her bag. I know exactly what she's looking for before she even speaks.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

She's so cute when she's frustrated.

"Kris, you haven't seen a little white box with pills inside, have you?"

I pretend to give her question some thought. "No, I haven't seen anything like that. Are you missing something?" No need to worry, you won't be needing those anytime soon.

"I can't find my birth control. I know I packed it; it must have fallen out while we were walking through the blizzard last night."

"There's a small pharmacy in town. Maybe you could pick some up there."

See, I'm not a total dick, I can be helpful. But… It's only because I know that's not an option. I've already taken care of that too this morning. The owner owed me a favor. Those pills won't be in stock anytime soon for her.

"Don't worry, Ivy. I'm sure it's no big deal. I can take you into town tomorrow, and we can check."

She waves off my offer, downplaying her concerns. "It's fine, really. I've been on birth control for years; it's more of a habit than a need at this point."

Ah, Cherry. If only you knew.

"Only if you're sure. It's no problem to take you into town. I have to go anyway to pick up the materials to fix the door to your cabin."

"I'm sure Kris. Thanks again for taking me in today and taking care of me last night. I'm sorry I've caused you so much trouble."

"Don't mention it, it's no trouble at all. You needed help, and I was happy to provide it. I'm going outside to get some more wood for the fire. It's getting a bit chilly in here."

I step outside, drawing in a deep breath of the cold mountain air. My eyes lock onto a small rabbit beside the wood pile. Its fur is standing on end, its body frozen in terror as soon as it senses my presence. It knows its place in this world at the bottom of the food chain, always running and looking over its shoulder. It’s nothing but prey, destined to be hunted, killed, and devoured by the stronger predators. I can practically taste the metallic tang of blood and the primal thrill of the hunt coursing through my veins. The chase, the capture, the fear, I live for it. The primal need inside of me to dominate and conquer.

When I begin to walk toward the woodpile, the rabbit bolts into the underbrush at the back of the clearing behind my cabin. Its small body is a blur of gray against the white snow.

It’s your lucky day bunny, I think to myself as I gather logs, stacking them in my arms. I toss a glance back toward the cabin, wondering what Ivy's doing inside. I might have let the rabbit run away, but I can't say the same for Cherry.

Coming back inside my cabin, the warmth hits me as soon as I open the door. Ivy stands in the kitchen, rummaging through the food we brought back from her cabin.

“Hey,” I call out, setting the wood down by the fireplace. "Are you hungry?”

“I'm starving now that the hangover isn't so bad. I didn't eat yesterday, I wanted to make it to the cabin before the storm hit. I planned on making dinner once I got settled in. That might be why the bourbon hit me so hard last night."

“Yeah, that could be. I can make us some lunch."

"Absolutely not! I can whip something up for us,” she says, her voice brightening as she turns back to the fridge. "It's the least I can do, you are letting me stay with you and invade your space."

I hop onto the kitchen island, watching her as she bends over to dig through shelves stocked with condiments and leftovers. I love the way her leggings cling to her curves. Tight around her thighs and accentuating her every curve. Her ass is a work of art.

“Just let me know what you need,” I say, feigning casualness while heat rises within me. I think about how fucking good she felt sliding my cock into her last night. I know taking her ass would feel even better.

She stands up straight, holding a carton of eggs in one hand and some shredded cheese in the other. “I can make us an omelet. Do you have any veggies?”

"Yeah, peppers and spinach on the top shelf in the back. There is some ham in the drawer at the bottom. I'd like some in mine if you wouldn't mind." I hate meat in omelets, but if it means I can stare at her perfect ass a little longer as she bends over, I'll suffer through it.

“Perfect.” I whisper to myself as she bends down to open the drawer, or so I thought.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, just excited for this omelet. I'm starving." My gaze lingers on her as she moves about the kitchen, grabbing pans and utensils with a certain grace that captivates me.

“So… about last night…” she starts hesitantly.

I lean forward slightly, intrigued by where this is going. “Yeah?”

“I’m really grateful you brought me back here and opened your home up to me.” She pauses to crack an egg into a bowl.

"Stop thanking me , I was happy to help. I'm just glad you weren't hurt, and that I was in the right place at the right time to get you somewhere warm. Knowing you're safe in my home is all the thanks I need.

“I guess so. It just feels strange waking up in someone else's house like this.”

Not just any home, Cherry. Our home. You'll get used to it.

I hop down from the counter. Coming up behind Ivy, I put my hand on the small of her back. "Excuse me Cherry, I'll grab you a cutting board."

Fuck.

Her head snaps in my direction. "Cherry?"

"Yeah, you smell like cherries. It's fucking delicious."

I can’t help but feel satisfaction at the sight of Ivy as her face flushes and that pretty shade of pink begins creeping down her neck. I want to reach out, to feel the heat radiating off her skin. Her breath hitches the closer I get, and I can’t resist closing the distance between us. I slide beside her, my arm brushing against hers. She doesn’t move to give me room like I thought she would.

“Do you always hover and crowd everyone in the kitchen?” She's teasing me, this is a step in the right direction.

“Only when there is a beautiful woman that I can’t stop thinking about touching around,” I reply smoothly. I lean in a little closer, my body brushing against hers, as I grab a cutting board from the shelf. My fingers brush against her hand, and for a moment, I linger there, letting our skin connect.

She glances up at me through her thick lashes. “You’re laying it on thick.”

I smirk, enjoying this game of cat and mouse we’ve started. “Am I? I thought I was just being honest.”

She swallows hard, and I can see that tiny flicker of desire ignite behind that cautious exterior she shows to everyone. It feels like an invitation. A smile plays on my lips as I pull back slightly to set the cutting board down on the counter.

“What else do you have in mind besides omelets?”

She swallows hard and fiddles with the egg carton like it's suddenly too complicated to handle. “ Just lunch.”

Her nervousness is adorable. She turns away slightly to chop some vegetables but not before I catch that small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She likes this.

“Lunch is great,” I say softly, letting my breath brush against her ear. “But what about dessert?” I lean back just enough to gauge her reaction. Her breathing quickens, and she licks her lips. She’s turned on.

“Are you okay?” She doesn’t look at me, focusing intently on the egg she’s whisking.

“Yeah, just—”

“Just what?” I nudge, tilting my head toward her, giving her space to back away if she wants. But she doesn’t move. She leans into me instead.

“I don’t know. It’s just… All of this feels new. I don’t do well with new.”

“New can be good.”

“Yeah?” She finally looks up at me, those wide eyes searching mine as if she’s trying to decipher some unspoken truth hidden in their depths.

“Yeah Cherry, you’re safe with me.”

I wait for her to pull away, for that wall of uncertainty to come crashing back down. But it doesn't happen; she stands firm, our bodies pressed against each other .

“What if I don’t want to be safe?” The words spill from her lips before she can catch them.

That sounds like a challenge. She's got no idea what she's stepping into with me- the real me. “Tell me what you do want."

The kitchen is quiet except for the soft crackle of the fire drifting in from the living room and our breaths mixing in the air between us. Her fingers tremble slightly as they wrap around the whisk again.

And just like that, everything shifts in an instant; my instincts scream that now is right.

“It’s okay if you don’t know what you want or how to ask for it. We can find out together.”

I slide my hands around her waist, pulling her against me. Her curves fit perfectly against my body. She's shy, but I can tell there's more to her; she wants to take risks, wants to be adventurous.

She bites her lip again, and my eyes are drawn to the plump, pink flesh between her teeth. I want to kiss her, to suck on that lip, to taste her. But I hold back, letting her make the next move.

“I’m not sure.”

“Sure about what, Cherry? ”

Her eyes darted around the kitchen, everywhere but at me. “I want to be bad.”

I smile at her choice of words. She might be 32 but she's inexperienced and I fucking love it. My fingers begin to walk up her body. “Tell me what happens when you’re bad.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never…”

“Never what?” I prompt, my fingers reaching her neck, massaging her sensitive skin there. “Never been bad?”

She shakes her head, her eyes closing at my touch. “Not like I want to be.”

“Like what?” I pause, my fingers stopping their motion. “Spit it out, Cherry.”

“I’ve never had rough sex,” she whispers, the words tumbling out in a rush.

Hearing those words makes my cock even harder. I tighten my fingers on her neck, making sure she feels my grip. “What exactly does that mean?”

Her breath comes faster now, and her chest rises and falls with each breath. I move my hand down, sliding the loose fabric of her shirt off her shoulder, exposing bare skin. Goosebumps form under my touch. “I’ve never been… restrained before. Never been marked. ”

There it is. Her desires laid bare for me to feast on. I dip my head, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, “Tell me more.”

“I’ve read about it and seen it in movies. Sometimes I even imagine it. Being tied up, helpless, at the mercy of someone else. To be taken without consent, without choice. To be used, to be owned.”

She pauses, her breath shallow, and looks up at me as she continues, “I want to be dominated, possessed by someone who truly wants me."

I shove her against the counter, gripping her wrists and holding them firmly behind her back, my body pressing against hers. My hard cock strains against my jeans as I ache to be inside her.

“You like it when I manhandle you like this?” I growl, my lips close to her ear, my teeth grazing her earlobe.

“Yes.”

The admission sends a rush of power through me. “You like feeling helpless?”

“Yes.” She moans as I nip at her neck, drawing out a small whine from her. “I want you to use me, Kris. I want to be yours.”

I bring her wrists together, lacing my fingers through hers, and holding them tightly behind her back.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Her whole-body shudders from my breath on her skin, but her eyes are daring me to back up my words with actions. Good, because I have no plans to back down now.

I give her a small, crooked smile, enjoying this dance we're doing. "Turn around and face me."

For a moment, I think she might refuse, but then she obeys. Fuck, she's perfect.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Things are about to get a little less safe for you, Cherry. Clothes off, now."

At my command, she strips for me, pulling her sweater off and revealing a black lace bra. My eyes rake over her body, taking in her taut stomach, the curve of her waist, and the slight swell of her hips. She's gorgeous. Slowly, teasingly, she slides her leggings down, stepping out of them to reveal matching black panties.

Stepping closer, I place my hands on her waist, my thumbs grazing the delicate skin just above the edge of her panties.

“Perfect,” I whisper. Then I lift her and set her down on the kitchen counter, the cold surface making her gasp.

I grab a roll of butcher's twine from the drawer beside me. It's coarse against my fingers as I ball it in my fist, ready to use it against her soft skin.

"Hands together and hold them out to me." She slowly laces her fingers together and stretches her arms out towards me. I bind her delicate wrists together with the twine and pull it tight. Her eyes flare wide as I take the end of the twine and loop it over the cabinet door behind her. I pull the twine tightly around the bottom of the door and secure the end to the handle on the front of the door. This pulled her arms up and back, forcing her chest to arch forward. Her breasts strain against the cups of her bra.

I see her swallow, that little pulse in her neck jumping. "Are you okay?"

"Yes."

It's a lie. And I fucking love it.

I keep her arms pulled tight over her head as I unhook the front clasp of Ivy's bra. I grab a handful of her tits, giving them a rough squeeze, and tug on her nipples, pulling them taut .

I reach for a tangerine sitting in a bowl on the counter. I hold it up in front of her face. “Open.”

She does as she's told, her lips parting to allow me to place the fruit between her teeth. The tangy citrus smell fills my nostrils as I watch her bite down. Her eyes plead with me, the innocence gone, replaced by a wildness that matches my own.

I quickly but carefully bind her ankles, using more twine, securing them to the handles of the lower cabinets. Her legs are spread wide, her feet resting on the edge of the counter, leaving her exposed and open for me.

I step back to admire my handiwork, taking in the sight of her bound and helpless. "You look so fucking perfect like this. All tied up, ready and waiting for me. You're all mine and nowhere to go." She's at my complete mercy now, and I plan to exploit that.

"I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before. You're going to be my good girl and take it all for me, aren't you?"

She nods her agreement.

"I know you will."

Her eyes widen as they follow my gaze to the knife block on the counter. A devious smirk spreads across my face as I pull out the largest knife .

Her hands tug at the twine, testing its strength, wanting to move, to touch me, but I have her helpless and restrained just where I want her. Keeping one hand on her stomach, I palm the giant knife from the block and run the sharp edge down her cheek. Her eyes flutter shut, and she stiffens beneath my touch. I bring the blade to her neck, pressing the tip just under her chin, forcing her to arch back, baring her throat.

"You did say you didn't want to be safe, didn't you?" I remind her.

She whimpers, and I drag the knife down her body, slowly, watching her as she twitches and goosebumps form in the wake of the cold metal. Her eyes are transfixed on the knife, anticipating my next move.

"Eyes forward. Don't you fucking dare look away."

I want to see how far I can push her, how far she'll let me go. The last thing I want is for her to see me roll the knife in my hand, to know what I plan to do next.

I watch her throat work as she swallows, her eyes fixed on me. But then, unable to help herself, her gaze dips, wanting to see what I'm doing with the knife.

I grab her face with my free hand. "Did I tell you to look away?" She begins to shake her head frantically. "Keep your eyes on mine. You won't like what happens if you disobey me. This is your last warning."

She nods quickly, her eyes meeting mine once more. I continue down until the tip of the blade ghosts over the lacey edge of her panties.

She squirms, a soft moan escaping her throat. I roll the knife in my hand, grabbing the flat edge of the blade tightly. I pause, letting the rounded end of the handle rest against her clit, teasing her. "You like that? You like feeling my knife against your pussy?"

Her hips begin to move, grinding herself against the handle. Fuuuuck .

I move the handle of the knife up and down her pussy, over the thin fabric of her panties. Teasing her, until her arousal soaks through her panties, leaving a dark spot against the fabric. My cock is throbbing and aching to be let free, but not yet. I'm not done playing with my Cherry.

"You're so wet. Your pussy is dripping. You want more, don't you?"

She whines in response, her eyes pleading with me. I can tell she's trying to hold back, but I want to see her lose control. I need it.

I use the sharp blade of the knife to slice through the fabric of her panties, exposing her to me. A patch of red curls covers her pussy, and I can see her clit peeking out, begging for attention.

I bring the knife handle to her entrance, coating it in her arousal. I push the handle inside her, watching her face as I begin to fuck her with it, sliding the handle in and out of her tight cunt, twisting and turning it to hit just the right spot to make her squirm.

"Keep those legs open wide for me. I want to see that pretty pussy fucking my knife."

I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking gently and then I bite down. She cries out from behind her gag and tries to close her legs around me. I let go of the blade of the knife to stop her by pressing a hand to her inner thigh. My other hand goes to her throat, and I squeeze until her eyes go wide.

"Ah, ah, ah, Cherry. You don't get to deny me what's fucking mine to take." I bite down on her nipple again and she cries out. "These tits are mine." I grab the blade of the knife and shove the handle deep into her dripping cunt. "This pussy is mine." Moving my hand down I gather some of her arousal on my finger sliding it down to her asshole. I circle her tight hole slowly with my slick finger. "This ass is mine, and when I want to fuck it, I will. Will you put up a fight? No… You'll be a good girl and let me, won't you?"

I tighten my grip on her throat, prompting her to answer me. She nods and as she does her saliva mixed with the juices from the tangerine drips down her chin. I start at her neck just above my hand and lick the juice from her skin.

"That's my girl. You belong to me now, Ivy. Don't fucking forget it."

She’s soaking wet, and all from a simple knife handle. She’s loving every second of this, and it's driving me fucking wild. She moves against the knife, wanting more, desperate for something- anything- to fill her. She's starting to lose control, writhing beautifully under my touch. I know she's about to come at any moment. Not yet sweet girl… not yet .

I want more than her to just beg for release. I want her tears. I need to edge her, to push her to the brink just to pull her back again. I want to completely break her until I'm the only one who can put the pieces of her back together.

Her legs are spread wide, those red curls between them glistening. I lean down, removing the knife from her pussy and inhaling her scent. I press my lips to her clit, sucking and nibbling on the hard bud. She moans around the tangerine, her hips bucking as I add my fingers to the mix, curling them inside her, searching for that sweet spot.

I remove the tangerine from between her teeth and withdraw my fingers from her pussy. I bring my fingers, slick with her come, to her mouth.

“Taste yourself,” I press my fingers against her lips. Her tongue darts out, licking and sucking her sweetness from my fingers.

I pop the tangerine back into her mouth, then I bring my hand down on her pussy with a loud smack . Her eyes widen, and she bites into the tangerine, her eyes watering at the sting.

“You like that?”

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine, daring me to do it again.

"Yeah, you like this. Being tied up and helpless, at the mercy of man who can give you exactly what you need, what you crave."

Reaching behind her, I grab a wooden spoon from the utensil holder. Bringing the spoon down, I smack it against the inside of her thigh, leaving a pink mark behind. I do it a second time, making her jump.

“Hold still for me, Cherry. This is for your own good.” Each strike is harder than the last as I pepper her thighs with welts.

“Open your eyes, Ivy. I want you to see this.” I order, striking her again directly on her clit. She moans, her eyes flying open as she bites down into the tangerine. She looks so fucking sexy with her lips wrapped around the fruit. I bring the spoon down harder against her pussy, making her jump and causing more juice to dribble down her chin.

God, she’s fucking perfect.

I move up her body, removing the tangerine again, desperate to hear her cries. Her lower lip quivers, trembling beneath my touch. I nip and suck on the lip, tasting her mixed with the sweetness of the tangerine. She whimpers, wiggling against her restraints.

She whines as I draw back. I reposition the spoon in my hand, then I strike her left nipple with the back of the spoon, over and over until the peak darkens to a deep rose and stands at attention.

“You have the prettiest tits, do you know that?” I trace the outline of her breast, lowering my mouth to her swollen nipple, drawing it into my mouth, and sucking hard. I repeat the motion over and over, giving her right nipple the same treatment. She whimpers, her body thrashing against her restraints.

I turn the spoon and run the thin end of the handle down her stomach and between her legs. I press it to her clit, moving it in a slow circle, loving how she moans and bucks her hips trying to get more pressure.

“Please, Kris. I need… Oh god, I need—” She arches her back, pressing her body against the spoon, desperate for some kind of release.

“Need what? Tell me what you need, and maybe I’ll give it to you.” Her mouth opens, but no words come out. “Don't hold back on me now, Cherry."

She cries out, unable to bear the sensation any longer. She needs release, and I intend to be the one to give it to her... but only after she truly breaks for me.

She meets my gaze, "Please, Kris. I need to come. Let me come for you. Please."

Tears finally spill from her eyes, and it makes my mouth water. This is what I've been waiting for. To see her to give in to me completely, raw and vulnerable.

“Good girl. There is no turning back now." Not that she’d ever want to.

I reach for the knife on the counter and cut the twine binding her hands and ankles. I grab her hips, lifting her up easily and turn her to face the counter. Placing my hand on the back of her neck I push her down, bending her over the counter.

I use the toe of my boot and kick her ankles apart, spreading her wide, and she obliges without hesitation. Her body is flush against the counter, and she arches her back, pushing her ass out towards me. My lips curve into a vicious smile as I undo my belt buckle, loving how she obeys every unspoken command I give her.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pull her head back and nip at her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. "You're doing so good for me, Cherry. You’re taking everything I give you and begging for more."

Her back bows further, inviting me to take her as I slide my jeans down my thighs. My hard cock springs free, the tip pressing against her ass. She gasps, and I push her head back down on the counter, loving how she presents herself to me, so eager to please.

I thrust forward, my cock sliding deep inside her in one fluid motion. She cries out, her body trembling as she takes every inch of me. My hand grips her hip roughly, the other still holding her down on the counter by the back of her neck. I begin to move, thrusting into her tight heat. Her pussy clamps around my cock, and my breath hitches at how fucking good she feels.

I pull out and ram into her again, hearing the slap of our skin. My balls tighten with each thrust, my need to come rising, but I hold back, wanting to draw out her pleasure. She moans, her voice echoing through the cabin, desperate and raw .

I bite her earlobe, "You're taking my cock so well. Your tight cunt was made for me." I reach under her, rubbing her clit, determined to drive her insane.

“Don’t stop,” she pants between breaths. “Please don’t stop.”

“You’ll take what I fucking give you, and you'll say thank you for it."

I pull out and let go of her hip only to bring my hand down on her ass with a loud smack .

She cries out, the sound echoing through the cabin. I raise my hand, about to bring it down again, when she speaks up.

"Please..." She's begging, her voice hoarse from the gag and her cries. "Please, I need to come."

I smirk, loving how desperate she is, but I'm not done playing with her yet. "Say thank you."

She blinks at me, confusion clear in her eyes, but then understanding dawns, and a look of horror crosses her face. She shakes her head, denying what we both know she wants.

"No, I won't."

I raise an eyebrow, my hand still hovering in the air, ready to deliver another smack to her ass. "Won't what? Tell me how much you love my cock? How thankful you are that I'm giving it to you?" I lean down close to her ear, and whisper, "Say thank you, and I'll let you come."

She whimpers, shaking her head.

I pull back and bring my hand down once more. Harder this time than I had before. A perfect red handprint decorates her lush ass. "Last chance. Say thank you, or we're done here. I'll tie you back up and you can watch while I finish myself."

I can see the internal struggle playing out on her face, but finally, she gives in. "Thank you." Her voice is little more than a whisper.

I grin, leaning over her I wrap my hand around her throat. "Louder," I order.

"Thank you!" she cries out.

Fuck , that's hot.

"Good girl," I praise, releasing her throat and moving my hand down between her legs. I find her clit and rub it in tight circles, teasing her.

Her legs shake with need as I thrust back inside of her, she cries out, trembling against the counter as I bring her closer to the edge. "Come for me. Now, Ivy."

My words are like a trigger, and she does as she's told. Her body convulses as she falls over the edge. Her pussy pulses around my cock, her release coating my length. I growl, my balls drawing up tight as I thrust into her a few more times, riding out her orgasm before I spill my own inside her with a groan.

I grip her hips tightly as I fill her with my come, burying myself as deep as I can go.

Fuck, it's even better when she's awake.

We're both drenched in sweat, breathing heavily. I lean over her, resting my forehead against her shoulder as I catch my breath. Her chest heaves against the counter, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

"That's my girl," I whisper against her skin, pressing soft kisses to her back. "You did so fucking good for me."

I slowly pull out, and my come starts to drip out of her, coating the inside of her thighs, but I catch a good bit of it with my thumb, smearing it over her ass. I slap her ass, leaving a red handprint over her creamy white skin to match the other cheek. "There you go. Wear that as a reminder of who you belong to now."

Her breath hitches, and she looks back at me over her shoulder, a mix of emotions flashing in her eyes.

I step back, taking in the sight of her. Her hair is tangled, her lips are swollen from my kisses and bites, and my come coats her ass and thighs. Her body is dotted with pink marks from where I struck her with the spoon. She looks thoroughly fucked. The devil on my shoulder urges me to keep pushing, to keep playing, drawing out her pleasure and pain for as long as I can.

"I can't believe you just made me tell you thank you for giving me your dick," she huffs rolling her eyes and I can't help but laugh.

Oh, she's feisty. I like it.

I grab her by the throat, squeezing gently, and pull her back against my chest. "Roll your eyes at me again and next time it'll be a lot fucking worse for you than just saying thank you and a few smacks to your ass."

She gasps, her eyes widening as I trail my hand down her body to cup her pussy. I gather some of my come that's still dripping out of her, then bring my fingers to her mouth.

"Open up," I command, and she obeys, sticking out her tongue and taking my fingers into her mouth. She sucks on them, cleaning them of our combined juices.

I smirk, satisfied. "You're fucking welcome, by the way."

Her eyes darken at my words. "Does that thought scare you, Cherry? Knowing it can get worse?"

She whimpers, a soft keening noise that goes straight to my cock, making it stir with interest. "I-I don't know. Maybe."

"It seems to me that you could benefit from a firm hand to guide you. To show you your place."

"You'll do as I say, when I say. You'll learn to obey my every command, and in return, I'll give you more pleasure than you ever thought possible. Tell me you understand."

She whimpers, her body relaxing against mine. "Yes, Kris. I understand."

"Good. Now, finish making our lunch."

She moves to pick up her sweater that had been tossed on the floor.

"No Cherry, I want to watch you make my lunch just like that. Naked, with my come dripping down your thighs."