I stood outside little Sierra's apartment door holding a present. Jewelry. The blue velvet box was small, but it wasn't cheap. I thought, for the twelfth time that day, that offering gifts was probably not the master strategy for a new dom and his submissive new girlfriend.
"Don't be a fool," said one part of my brain. "She doesn't want presents. She doesn't need presents. What she needs is to be tied down good and tight so you can fuck the hell out of her."
But another part of my brain said, "Don't be such an asshole, Vince! Every woman loves presents. Even submissive little sluts who are potential mental cases."
"That's not fair," I said to myself. "Clearly little Sierra has some issues, but being submissive, even extremely submissive, doesn’t make her crazy."
Well, that decided it. I knocked on the door, firmly, like a boss!
The door opened immediately and there she was. My little Sierra. Medium length, brown hair, skinny body, surprisingly big boobs--at least they looked big on her tiny frame. She was wearing nothing but my dress shirt from our first date and a timid smile. She bit her lip and waited patiently.
"You remembered," I said, meaning she remembered my rule that when we were together sexually, she was only to wear things I gave her, or nothing at all. "I am pleased," I said.
She smiled and wiggled.
I stepped in, closed the door behind me, then leaned forward and kissed her. Sierra kissed me back. A lot. She kissed me with an intoxicating intensity. I could smell her wet pussy. The wet-pussy smell was all around her. It permeated the entire room.
I reached under her shirt and found the source of her lust. Her pussy was drenched. Dripping. I plunged two fingers inside her effortlessly. I pulled them out and circled her prominent clit. Her clit twitched. She thrust her clit forward, then pulled away and gasped. I pulled her back into my arms and stuffed my fingers back inside her.
"Nice," I said. "I love it that you are so wet for me."
She moaned into my mouth and pushed her pussy down onto my fingers. I laughed and slid my fingers in and out repeatedly. I wanted them good and wet for what I planned next.
I used my other hand on her upper chest to push her roughly against the wall behind the door. I thought I was too rough, but she gasped with delight and smiled. I moved my hand off her chest and around the back of her neck. I held her neck firmly so she could not move.
Her eyes sparkled.
I took my two dripping fingers out of her pussy, rubbed them on her lips, then shoved my dripping fingers into her mouth. She sucked them greedily--without question.
I kissed her. I sucked my own fingers. I kissed her again, and we sucked my pussy-soaked fingers back and forth between us.
"More," I said. It wasn't a question.
Still holding her against the wall with one hand on the back of her neck, and my chest against her breasts, I slipped my fingers back inside her pussy. I watched her close her eyes. I felt her knees grow weak. I lifted her by the back of her neck and said, "No. You stand up." That got her attention.
"Look at me," I said with my fingers inside her. "Look into my eyes."
Our eyes locked together while I finger-fucked her pussy slowly, deliberately, two fingers in and two fingers out. Then I removed those two fingers. I made sure my whole hand was wet with her pussy juice, then I reached back between her butt cheeks and rubbed all four fingers over her asshole.
"Look at me," I demanded.
I wet my fingers in her pussy again and slid them all over her back door: each finger touching her butt hole; each finger hooking slightly and dipping just inside the opening. She started to tremble.
"Yes," I said. "That's the tip of every finger, each one touching your asshole."
She spread her legs and I felt her hands leave my side. She reached behind her and pulled her tiny ass cheeks apart. This time, I gasped with surprise. Such a wicked, slutty little girl. So pretty. So innocent looking. So wanton.
"Feel that?" I asked.
She moaned.
"No," I said. "When I ask you a question, you say, 'Yes, Master,' or 'No, Sir!' Got it?"
"Yes, Sir!" she said.
"Very good,” I said. “Do you like that, Sierra? Do you like me touching your asshole? Do you want more?"
She closed her eyes and moaned. I thought I would have to discipline her, but then she answered me. "Yes, Master," she said. "Yes, Sir. Anything for you, Sir."
"Anything?" I asked.
She nodded and kissed me and ground her asshole onto my fingers.
"Yes," I said to her. "Even this ..."
I pulled my fingers away from her ass. She gasped and opened her eyes wide. I stuffed all four of my fingers in her mouth. In and out of her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she sucked my fingers intently.
"This one," I said, sliding my index finger between her lips, "I rubbed this one all over your asshole."
"These two," I said, switching fingers, "went the furthest up your ass." I slid my middle and ring finger into her mouth.
"Even this one," I said, as I brushed the tip of my little finger across her bottom lip, then her top lip. "Even this one tickled your butt hole."
Then I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and I ran them through her hair. I wanted her hair to smell like her loins. With my hands gripping her hair, I held her firmly against the wall and kissed her full on the mouth. After a long moment, I kissed her less and less and let the passion ebb slightly. I let go of her hair, I used my hands to push her shoulders hard into the wall, and stepped back from her. I was panting with desire. Seeing my lust, she smiled shyly.
I held up one finger to keep her pinned against the wall. She stood there, frozen, but her eyes glittered. I pointed to the little dinette table.
I told her, “Get two towels from the bathroom, lay the towels on the table, then you lay on the table with your pussy toward me.”
She squealed and ran off. I had a brief moment to worry about how I was doing. Honestly, I was looking for an excuse to punish her. She needed it. She wanted to be forced. She wanted to be disciplined. But my little Sierra was doing everything I wanted, gladly. My dick was so hard! There was one thing I wanted to try. It was something that no nice guy would ever ask of a good girl, but Sierra wasn't a good girl. She was a very bad girl who needed to be punished and used. A plan came into my mind and I smiled.
Little Sierra ran back into the room and spread the towels on the dinette table. Then she hopped up on the table. Her dripping pussy was facing me, her hands firmly grasping her ankles. Her pose suggested she thought I was about to fuck her, but I wasn't. Not yet.
Instead, I slowly took off my clothes and tossed them on a dining room chair. I pulled up another chair and sat down. Sierra looked down at me and frowned. She squirmed but in an uncomfortable way. That’s exactly what I wanted her to feel. I put my hands on the insides of her thighs. I leaned forward and blew air on her clit. She wiggled and tried to pull away.
“Be still,” I said.
She tried. I leaned forward and blew air on her asshole. She clenched her butt cheeks and squeezed my head with her thighs. She released her grip on her ankles and almost touched my head to physically stop me from licking her. I growled a warning. She whimpered.
Here goes nothing, I thought. I reached up, forced her legs apart, and licked her firmly from her asshole, into her pussy, then up over her clit.
Little Sierra grabbed my hair, pushed me away, and said, “No. Please.”
I pushed away from her. “Did you just tell me no? During sex?”
She groaned.
“You do remember from our first date, when we did your Yes-No-Maybe List? ‘If it pleases you’ still means yes.”
She nodded her head, then shook her head, then squeezed her eyes shut.
Softly, I said, “Do you really want to stop having sex and renegotiate terms?”
“No,” she whimpered. “But that’s my job.” She meant touching her clit, making her cum.
“Are you telling me no, that I can't lick your pussy and ass whenever I want?”
“No,” she said. “I mean, if it pleases you, Master.”
“Well,” I said, glad she was looking at the dining room ceiling and not my smiling face. “Now you’ve ruined the mood. Now, I’m going to have to punish you.”
I stood up and pulled the chair out from between her legs. She locked her knees together and folded her arms across her chest. I thought she was going to cry, which was further than I wanted to go.
I stepped forward and pried her knees apart. I grabbed her hips. I pulled her to the edge of the table and slid my cock inside her pussy: It went in halfway without any resistance.
“I was going to rim your asshole, tongue-fuck your pussy and suck your clit.”
I eased forward and pushed my dick all the way inside her. Her pussy was so hot, I thought my dick might catch on fire.
I looked her in the face and said, “Then I was going to fuck you in the pussy, nice and slow and steady, just to get you ready for a gentle ass fucking session, but not now.”
I pulled my dick out of her pussy.
Her heels accidentally slid off the table, but she lifted them back up and grabbed her ankles again. I saw that she had brought some Astroglide along with the towels. I grabbed the tube, slapped some on my dick, and shoved two wet fingers up Sierra’s ass.
She said, “Please!”
“Please what?” I asked.
“Please don't hurt me,” she said, “I know I've been bad. I know I displeased you, but I can't help it. I just, it's so, just let me do it. Please? You can fuck my ass as hard as you want!”