Teaching The Girl Ch. 03

"Hold the plate up."

she held it up, still with the puzzled look. she held it up as if she was offering it to Him, trying like hell to figure out what was coming.

He watched her face intently, knowing her puzzled princess look was going to go away quickly, and He couldn't help but smile as He felt His balls tighten.

she still didn't get it, not until she heard His all too familiar groan of pleasure. she could feel the shock slam into her face as He came all over the plate. she was totally caught off guard, this one act surprising her more than anything He had ever done, and could only look up at Him as if He had just sprouted another head on His shoulders. It wasn't until He zipped His pants and stepped back to lean against the wall that shock was shoved out of the way by the Queen of all Creation's anger. she was so mad she could hardly think, could barely hear the small voice in the back of her head screaming to behave. He watched her closely, seeing the struggle in her face, knowing if He didn't pay attention He would most likely be hit by the plate He fully expected her to throw.

It was a very near thing, but she finally managed to get herself under control enough to not throw it. It was too much, that He expected her to still eat the eggs, that she would have to eat them without a fork, eat like a fucking dog, but it was the fact that He was going to watch her do it that kept the dials in her head all the way over in the red zone. she was straight up furious.

It didn't take long for both to realize it wasn't going to come down to a fight, but a battle of wills. He closed His eyes for a moment, one hand pinching the bridge of His nose, and the gesture made her close her eyes in dismay. she knew that look all too well – it was the look he got when He couldn't get a program to work. It was the look of a Man about to hack through the center of the knot because He was tired of fucking with it. He folded His arms across His chest and looked down at her, and she knew just by the tilt of His head what was coming.

"Either eat or pack your bags, and you have one minute to decide."

she started shaking her head, but He could tell she wasn't even aware she was doing it. she was looking at Him in numb misery, and He couldn't ignore that it seemed one of them had missed something somewhere. He had expected fury and tears, a spoiled brat tantrum, but not the absolute heartbreak He saw in her eyes.

"Tell Me why I see that look on your face, princess."

she looked down at the floor; unable to stand that she was so naked to Him. she wanted to be strong and proud, but her voice came out as naïve and hurt as a child's.

"If You don't want to be with me anymore, why do You have to do it like this? Am I so horrible You need to destroy me before You throw me out?" she couldn't keep her bottom lip from trembling, and she buried her face in her hands. she sounded so pitiful she wanted to just crawl in a hole.

He knelt down in front of her and gently pulled her hands away. He was beginning to get a glimmer of what the misunderstanding was, and He couldn't help but soften a bit. He knew where her arrogance and attitude came from, what she had always tried to hide from the world with it.

"pet, you need to tell Me why you are so sure I am going to throw you out."

"Because You are setting me up to fail. You have to be." she looked up at Him finally, but couldn't make herself speak above a whisper. "You know I'm not that strong." He held her chin firmly, knowing how much it had just cost her to say that.

"princess, there's one small fact you seem to be overlooking: I would have never asked you to move in with Me if I thought you couldn't do this." He could tell by the way her eyes widened at His words she had never considered that idea. "I may be sadistic, and I may be hard, but I have never, I hope, been cruel. If I honestly had any doubts about you, pet, I would have simply patted you on your pretty little head and told you no. I would have never agreed to teach you, never asked you to live with Me, if I didn't know beyond doubt that you could do this."

she had to close her eyes, torn between the need to smile and the need to cry. It amazed her that is was this Man, hard and sadistic and thoroughly kinky, who would be the only one ever to encourage her, to tell her she was strong enough to face the really hard things, that she wasn't just pretending to be strong, like she thought she was. she felt herself soften inside, open up a little more, as another jumble in her head cleared. she had a sudden mental image, vivid in its realism, of being on a path, but for once not being alone on it. He was somewhere up ahead, laughing and telling her to hurry, telling her she had the courage to get to Him. she looked up at Him, and she knew at least part of it must have shown in her face. He gave her the barest of nods, stood back up, and leaned against the wall.

she held the plate up under her chin and closed her eyes again. she kept her mind on the image of the path, knowing if she really stopped to think about what she was doing, she might not be able to finish, or even worse, throw up on the plate.

she opened her eyes after a few bites, and instantly regretted it. Somewhere along the line, He had picked up the video camera and unzipped His pants. The knowledge that He was jerking off watching her, videotaping it as well, made her throat want to close down to nothing. she took a deep breath, pushing it out of her mind as well as she could, but as she continued to eat, she found her eyes wanted to keep peeking at Him, watched to keep watching Him stroke His cock. she was slowly becoming aware of just how turned on she was, not necessarily from what she was doing, but because He had left her hanging hard on the edge of several orgasms, because she was a naturally horny girl, because the sight of His hard cock always made her want to get on her hands and knees and stick her ass up in the air. On one of her peeks, she looked up at Him, and He smiled down at her, a slow, rich smile that promised a hard, deep fuck. she found herself eating a bit faster, knowing as soon as she was done He was going to pound her.

He had planned on making her lick the plate clean, but He didn't want to wait. The heat radiating from her eyes was going straight to His balls, making Him want to pounce on her. One of the things that had always been easy between them was the fact they each made the other horny beyond reason.

As soon as she had the last bite in her mouth, He pointed at the floor. she laid the plate down and just looked up at Him, not realizing she was moaning. He no sooner got "bend over the bed" out of His mouth before she was moving, bending over the edge and spreading her legs as wide as the cuffs allowed. The sound of His voice was deep and guttural, but it couldn't mask the sound of Him pulling His belt off.

"Show Me, slut. Stick your ass up higher and show Me how wet your cunt is."

she rose up on her toes and arched her hips hard, flexing her knees to get her thighs as spread as possible. she had to bite the comforter to hold back a moan as she felt her cunt clench and send a small river of juice down her thigh. she heard the belt coming and knew it was going to be bad on top of the welts from last night, but she arched up higher anyway, begging for it.

He only gave her one stroke, but He made it count, aiming so it would land right across the very top of her thighs and cunt, making sure it was as hard as He could get it. she made a sound somewhere between a scream and a growl, and the noise lit Him up like fire. He put the camera and belt down, grabbed her hips, and shoved His cock inside her as hard as He could.

she bit the linens again but couldn't hold back her scream, and even to her own ears, she couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. she pushed back against Him as hard as she could, and not even the pain from her blistered ass could keep her from grinding against Him.

He let her ride Him, let her fuck Him just until she started building up, knowing the more times He made her wait to come the more likely it would be for it to catch Him by surprise, and He still had no intention of letting her get off any time soon. As soon as He felt her shift gears, He pulled out of her and flipped her over on her back. He pulled her off the bed and pushed her to her knees, ramming His cock down her throat as hard as He had into her cunt.

she made that scream/growl sound again, this time in pure frustration, but she still sucked His cock hard, looking up at Him with challenge in her eyes. He smiled wide at the look, knowing she was going into 'I'll show you' mode, knowing He was going to get one of her best blowjobs. He also knew she intended to pull her mouth off His cock as soon as He was ready to come, to try to pay Him back for leaving her hanging yet again. He kept His hands at His side, letting her think she was going to get away with it. He happened to glance down at the plate and smiled again, debating whether to tweak her nose yet again by coming on the plate and making her lick it up. her tongue changed His mind, her hot little tongue swirling all over Him as she put her all into what she was doing. He just wanted to come in her mouth, her sweet, fiery bratty mouth that always knew how to drive Him insane, either from lust or from anger, quite often both at the same time. He looked down at her, holding Himself back long enough to ask one more question.

"Are you Mine?"

she moaned around His cock, the vibrations of her throat pushing Him over the edge, nodding her head as she sucked harder. He pushed His hips forward, pinning her head against the bed, and howled up at the ceiling as He filled her mouth.

He gave her a pillow and blanket before He left the room, and she had to smile, pleased with herself for behaving enough to earn another small privilege. When He went to the living room she stretched out on the floor and promptly fell asleep, not even aware the small smile never left her face.