You grin at Sera as you pull the handcuffs out of the silver briefcase, dangling them teasingly in front of her.
Sera doesn’t say anything this time; skin flushed and gently biting her lip, she gets on all fours and pushes her butt out, sliding her hand between her thighs to trail wetness from her bare pussy along her stomach, giving you the eyes as she does. You feel a surge of triumphant passion at the sight: your once obstinate, obnoxious demon girl wantonly advertising her need to you. It’s time to finish this.
You drop onto the bed next to her, deliberately pushing your weight into her side, quietly reveling in the tiny sigh she makes as you do. You’ve drilled this routine into her enough times that she’s entirely relaxed as you take her hands and cuff them behind her back. She thrusts her boobs out more than is strictly necessary by her posture, draws another low sigh out, pushes her warm-smelling bright pink flesh into your hands as you gaze over your shoulder in a mocking, sultry manner, sneering wickedly.
“Better get on with it,” she whispers. “Wouldn’t want you to jizz everywh-” You don’t let her finish. You grasp her behind the head and kiss her roughly, mashing your pencil-thin lips into hers as you take one of her breasts and squeeze it, sinking your fingers deep into the softness there, rolling your fingertips over an erect nipple. Her hot breath touches the back of your throat as she responds, opening her mouth to wrap her tongue wetly around yours whilst writhing her body against your form, trying as ever to lose you in the wonderful shift and touch of her body.
You are beyond playing that game, though – you know who here really needs this. You suddenly heft her forwards, taking your kiss with it as you splay her hips, allowing you to push your thickening prick between her thighs, using the delightful, soft friction there to become fully erect. She gasps into your mouth as you touch her sopping heat with it, flexing your boyish hips to rub it teasingly over her entrance, smoothing back and forth across the stubborn nub of her bulging clit. You keep your hand where it is, molding it ruthlessly into her breast, trapping her nipple in alternating squeezes and caresses.
She grasps the significance of what you are doing and feebly struggles, pushing her bound hands into your stomach and whipping her tail against your back, but you both know it is just for show, a front which disappears as you rhythmically rub your hard cock along her soaked, puffy mons. You grasp her breast tightly, trapping her in yourself for long moments as you slowly, tortuously masturbate her with gentle thrusts of your hips; glorying in the sight and sound of her, neck arched, mouth open and eyes closed, unable to do anything but emit tight gasps and frost your tool to a shine with her excitement. You lightly pick up the pace, bumping into her bulging clit with your crown insistently.
“Whose bitch are you?” Sera says nothing. You slow down, and she whimpers a bit. You pick up the pace again, knowing through long experience exactly how fast to go to keep her pinned on the edge, trapped in a moment of intense heat.
“Whose bitch are you?” you husk again.
“You... nngh... you. I’m your bitch. Now please...” You reposition yourself, grasping her arms to push her butt out so that your cockhead is at the very entrance of her cunt, parting her lips with it ever-so-gently.
“Please is a good word,” you say softly. “Is there anything else you want to say? Because I think otherwise we’re done for today.” You withdraw and she practically barks with frustration, her arms tensing up in your grasp. Still relentlessly compressing her nipple you push your erection all the way through her thighs before sliding it backwards, letting her feel every lubricated inch of it on her button.
“F-fuck! Fine! Fuck me, master! Please fuck me like the bitch I am, you complete cunt!” she cries out, batting her fists in pure frustration against your stomach. You laugh fondly.
“Good girl.” You position your cock in front of her entrance again and with one exultant thrust penetrate her wet heat.
Her pussy is delightful, long and practically frictionless with lubrication but wonderfully tight from disuse. It parts and clings to your cock as you thrust deep into her, intent on stretching wide and owning every inch. You keep your hands where they are, continuing to ruthlessly grope her sensitised nipples. Sera squirms her curvy body wonderfully around you, bending your meat this way and that inside herself, panting heavily and moaning with each drive of your boyish quarters into her. Despite all this, and the fact she was hovering on the edge even before you started dicking her, she still can’t seem to reach orgasm. You grin hugely as you realize what the issue is.
“You can’t do it, can you? Not now. Not without me telling you to.” Her inhuman eyes roll up to meet yours, pleading. “Cum,” you say commandingly, as you spear every inch of your cock into her. Immediately Sera tenses up, howling in gratification as her pussy tightens up around you, dribbling femjizz onto your testicles. You keep pumping into her as she writhes in the throes of orgasm, keeping a steady pace and grip on your own ardour. You aren’t done yet.
Through the long minutes of the fierce, lush rutting that follows you reposition her, letting your hands roam over her body as you push and pull her this way and that, only ever pulling your cock free of the soaking suck of her sex in order to drive into it even harder from another angle. You bounce her big, soft behind in your lap face-to-face for a time, your fingers in her mouth as you lick then chew upon her cherry-like nipples, waiting for the grunts to turn into groans around your digits before ordering her to cum again. Sera contracts in helpless delirium on top of your member, breasts bouncing as she squirts around you, your bodies grinding into each other urgently.
Finally you bend her over, pushing her face into the duvet as you pummel into her raised, supplicant behind for all you are worth. You admire the sight before you, the long, sweat-dappled pear shape of your slave, her cuffed hands clutching up as you ram into the tight stem of her sex, her bright pink bum jiggling delightfully with each impact of your tiny hips, her tail wagging fitfully. This position clearly suits her, your phallus curling into her in a way which makes her twinge and coo. It pleases you that despite all her prior attitude and arrogance, this is the posture she actually enjoys the best – ass up, face down, taking it like an obedient bitch should. No wonder she makes such a good buttslut. The thought makes your heat rise, and you allow it to now, fucking into her hard as your cock begins to bulge, the obscene sound of your hips and gonads smacking into her filling your ears. Her tail whips excitedly back and forth in front of your vision and you grasp its tip, bringing it down to press against the pucker of her anus.
“Does the slut want to shamelessly wet herself around my cock again?” you breathe, with some difficulty now your heart is beating its way out of your chest and your own high is at the door. “She’s going to have to ask nicely if so.”
“Please, master,” comes the muffled, moaned response. You sink the blunt, spaded tip into her behind, and when she tenses up and shrills with orgasm you join her, your straining prick dilating and then unloading its thick payload deep in her, pulsing again and again as her contracting pussy milks you for all it is worth. You keep pumping, profoundly enjoying the release as you surge quarts of cum into her, obeying the innate impulse to bury your copious amounts of seed deep, packing her womb and tunnel full. By the time you are finished she looks two months pregnant, her stomach bulging with it.
When you are finally done you withdraw, enjoying Sera’s tired groan and the trails of jizz which come oozing out of her pulverised, gaping twat as you do so. You lie down, undo her cuffs and gently pull her onto your plain chest, enjoying the warmth of the afterglow with her.
“Maybe – maybe you aren’t such a bad dom after all, creep,” she whispers, a ghost of her old smirk on her face. You look down at her fondly. The backchat and attitude will never entirely leave her – she needs that in some essential way – but the assertiveness in her eyes is now overlaid with infatuation and you know what is in your arms now is a completely willing, if fairly unruly pet.
After you’ve cuddled her a bit longer you get up, redress and get back to it, taking a glow of deep self-satisfaction with you.
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