Part 31 (2/2)

”Neither do I.” Kor stopped pacing and turned to face her. ”Because I'm not honorable and I'm not a gentleman. I'm just a male who wants you, Maggie. So if we're going to do this, we'll do it my way.”

”Oh...” Maggie put a hand to her throat uncertainly. ”What...what way is that?”

”Slowly.” Kor lifted her chin and looked directly into her eyes. ”We're going to take our time because if this is the only time I ever get to have you, I want to savor every second. Understand?”

”I...I understand,” Maggie whispered.

”Good, then get on the bed on your hands and knees.”

Maggie's heart seemed to jump into her throat. ”Oh but I...I thought you weren't going to...to take me from behind.”

”I'm not-with my c.o.c.k. But you look d.a.m.n hot in that naughty slave outfit. I want to see you on your hands and knees with your legs spread wide for my tongue.”

”Oh, but...” Maggie wasn't quite sure about this. Though Kor had gone down on her often in the week they'd been together, he had never demanded that she get on her hands and knees before he licked her. The very idea made her feel uncertain-vulnerable somehow. But one look in Kor's pale blue eyes let her know he wasn't kidding.

”Do it, Maggie,” he growled. ”We're playing by my rules now.”

Yes, they certainly were.

”All right.” Maggie nodded. ”But, um, shouldn't you drink the uh, solvent first?” She nodded at the vial of milky white liquid he had laid down on the small table beside the bed.

”Not supposed to drink it until the last minute,” Kor said. ”And I'm not nearly ready to f.u.c.k you yet, sweetheart. I need to get you ready first. Ready to take my thick c.o.c.k up inside you all the way to the hilt so I can fill you with my c.u.m.”

As always, the dirty talk in his deep, growling voice seemed to start a fire between Maggie's thighs.

”All right,” she whispered as she climbed onto the dark red bedspread and a.s.sumed the position he had demanded. ”Yes, Kor.”

”Yes, Master,” he corrected her sternly. ”You're my naughty little slave girl, remember?” He came to stand by the side of the bed and began stroking her, starting at the nape of her neck and moving his big, warm hand all the way down to the small of her back and past the vulnerable curve of her b.u.t.tocks.

”Oh!” Maggie half moaned as he caressed her bare a.s.s. The crotchless panties she had on were a thong so her bottom was completely exposed to him.

”That's right, little slave girl,” Kor murmured. ”You're just doing what your master says so it's not your fault. Not your fault if it feels good to have my hands all over your body. Not your fault if you have to spread your p.u.s.s.y open to take my c.o.c.k deep inside.”

”Ah!” Maggie bit her lip, unable to hold back the m.u.f.fled sound of pleasure. G.o.d, he'd done nothing but stroke her back and a.s.s and talk dirty to her but already she was so hot she could hardly stand it! She wondered if it was the implant but no, it was still barely pulsing at all.

Guess I can't blame the s.l.u.t-b.u.t.ton for this one, she thought hazily. Guess I just- A sharp slap on her bottom startled her out of her haze of pleasure.

”Ow!” she gasped, looking up at Kor. ”What was that for?”

”You were being naughty,” he growled. ”Zoning out on me.”

”I...I didn't mean to,” she faltered.

”Look at me, Maggie,” he commanded. ”There's no one in this room but you and me-I don't want you thinking of anyone or anything else but the two of us and what we're about to do. What I'm about to do to you.”

”All right,” she whispered. ”I'm sorry...Master.”

Kor frowned. ”Sorry doesn't cut it, sweetheart. I think you need more of a punishment than that.” He sat down on the bed beside her. ”Come here and lay across my knees.”

”What?” Maggie looked at him uncertainly. ”But I thought...thought you were going to taste me.”

”Oh, I am-I love going down on your sweet p.u.s.s.y, blondie. But first you're going to take what's coming to you.”

”But I don't like that kind of thing,” Maggie protested, her cheeks feeling hot. ”I mean I'm not...not into it.”

”You're into it now because I say so.” He patted his lap sternly. ”Come here now, Maggie or it's going to be much worse.”

Feeling bewildered and strangely flushed, Maggie crawled obediently over to lay across his lap. She felt awkward with her a.s.s in the air but she didn't have time to be too embarra.s.sed because the next thing she knew, Kor was spanking her.

”Ow!” she gasped as his big hand connected with her soft bottom. She hadn't been spanked-really and truly spanked-since she was a little girl so she wasn't used to the pain and stinging his sharp blows brought. ”Ouch!” she protested again as he spanked her harder. ”Please, Kor, stop!”

”What did you call me?” he demanded in a low, dangerous voice.

Maggie realized her mistake at once.

”Master-I mean Master!”

”That's right, Maggie, I am your master. And I'm going to use your body tonight, use it any way I see fit. Going to punish you and pleasure you...f.u.c.k you and fill you with my c.u.m and there's nothing you can do about it because it's not up to you. Do you understand?”

At last Maggie saw what he was doing and she felt a surge of grat.i.tude. He's making it not my fault. He's taking the blame so I won't feel so guilty later.

”I said, do you understand?” Kor grated, giving her quivering behind another sharp blow.

”I...yes! Yes, I understand,” Maggie gasped hastily. ”You're the master and I'm just the slave. I have to...have to do anything you say.”

”Exactly. And what I say right now is for you to get back on your hands and knees and put that red little bottom high in the air. Do it quick, Maggie-there's more where that came from!”

Maggie hastened to obey orders, scrambling back into position at the center of the bed where she knelt, trembling, waiting to see what her master would do next.

Kor walked around to the end of the bed where she couldn't see him and for a long moment it seemed he wasn't doing anything except maybe admiring his handiwork.

Maggie was about to risk turning her head to look at him when she felt his hot breath on her stinging bottom.

”Master?” she whispered uncertainly as Kor began to press soft, gentle kisses to the tender area he'd so recently spanked.

”Hush, little slave girl,” he murmured. ”Just hold still for your master.”

”I...I will,” Maggie promised. She didn't dare to move-barely even dared to breathe. But his mouth on her sensitive bottom felt so good it seemed to have an effect on her p.u.s.s.y. ”What...what are you doing? I mean, why are you doing that?” she whispered after a moment.

”Just kissing you better, little slave girl.” Kor stroked her a.s.s tenderly and then nipped gently at the place where the curve of her bottom met her thigh. ”G.o.ds, I love your lush little body. Love to touch you and hear those soft sounds you make when you're about to come. Can you make some sounds for me now, Maggie?”

As he spoke, he slipped his hand between her thighs and cupped her p.u.s.s.y from behind. Two long, strong fingers slid into her wet folds and he began a long, slow, circular ma.s.sage of her throbbing c.l.i.t.

”Oh!” Maggie moaned, unable to help herself. ”Oh, Master...yes.”

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