Erin on the Gambling Table Ch. 02

The afternoon began passing as a collection of those moments. He took her for a walk along the beach, and chatted a bit, mostly about her, then returned to the cabana for some drinks and more chatting. Every time he felt her relaxing, he started kissing and teasing her, but just as she started to moan, he stopped and continued with whatever he was doing before as if it was nothing. He kept her wet and frustrated the entire afternoon. Erin was dying for an orgasm, but she wasn't willing to go through the embarrassment of telling him to make her cum, especially when she felt the whole thing was a sick way to make fun of her. In a way, she welcomed the conversation because it helped take her mind off the lust, even if it didn't last long.

Their conversations were largely just casual, inconsequential chatter, but for the first time he seemed relaxed, open, and willing to talk about himself. She found they had similar interests in music and movies.

After about three hours of chatting and drinking, Cassius took out a vibrator and tied her to the bed. Erin had to stop herself from jumping with joy. She couldn't understand what was happening to her, but she was feeling as horny as if she had not had an orgasm in a month, especially because of all the teasing. She closed her eyes and smiled; her whole body started trembling as the orgasm started building up inside her.

"You look like you're ready to cum," he told her, slow and softly. It made her quiver when he spoke to her like that; his voice would become so deep and sensual, "In fact, you sound like you're just about ready to cum... I wonder... do you think you deserve to cum?... Do you think... I'll let you cum?"

Erin wasn't paying attention. She could hear the pleasant sound of his voice but was too immersed in her own pleasure to pay attention to what he was telling her.

"I don't know if you deserve it... I think you're still too... unruly... bratty... ungrateful. Maybe I've been making you cum too much. Maybe you're starting to take it for granted. Maybe I should take it away."

Without saying another word, he took away the vibrator. Erin instinctively raised her hips trying to make contact with the vibrator again, thinking at first he was joking, but it soon became clear he was putting it away for good.

"Wait, no, no! I'm so close..." she pleaded desperately.

The tiny girl couldn't help but squirm and struggle against the bondage, trying to rub her clit against herself to try to finish. She felt utterly humiliated, angry and frustrated. Her pussy now hurt, begging her for the release he was denying her. Cassius looked extremely happy with her distress; no matter how much she begged he didn't yield.

"Why?" she whimpered, "It hurts..."

Cassius slowly slid his hand towards her pussy. For an instant she felt relieved, but it didn't last long. He had no intention of making her cum, it was just more teasing; the touch was very light, not nearly enough to take her over the edge, just to make her feel more frustrated.

He stayed teasing her a little more, completely ignoring her whimpering and squirming, then started planting soft kisses on her forehead. It didn't feel good for her; it felt like it was just another way of mocking her.

"I've been going too easy on you..." he muttered softly. Although the words were directed towards her, he was staring absently and the volume of his voice was very low, as if he was whispering to himself; it forced her to get out of her head and pay attention to his words, "I've been failing as Master. I'm pampering you too much, I don't even make you ask permission to cum... and it's making you spoiled. You need to learn your place. You need to learn that for girls, cumming is a privilege. You only cum when I decide you deserve to cum. If I say you go a day without cumming, the only thing you say is 'Thank you, Sir'. If I say you go a week without cumming, you say 'Thank you, Sir'. If I say you go a month without cumming, you say 'Thank you, Sir'. If I say you go a year without cumming, you say 'Thank you, Sir'. If I decide that you're never going to cum again, that for the rest of your life, you're only going to be edged, you say 'Thank you, Sir'. And I just might keep you the rest of your life without cumming, if you don't start being a better pet."

Erin couldn't decide what she hated more, the orgasm denial or his humiliating words. She started quietly sobbing at the idea he might never let her cum again.

"But I do everything you tell me!" she cried.

Cassius continued kissing and teasing her. "But only because I tell you. You're still resisting me too much. You need to give in. You need to learn how to behave. You need to learn manners. Maybe if you're a really good girl I could let you cum soon... perhaps next week."

Erin didn't answer, she just whimpered and shifted, visibly distressed. She started crying, overwhelmed by the frustration and the humiliation. Cassius kept lightly brushing her skin with his fingers, amused.

"Aww, you really need it that badly?" He told her in a mocking tone. Erin nodded in response, seemingly too caught up in her own emotions to realize he was mocking her.

"I'll tell you what. I may be persuaded to let you cum, but only if you prove you can do better. You have to be a good girl and do what good little girls do when they're horny."

It took a moment for her to understand what he wanted. When she did, it only made her feel more ashamed and angrier.

"No!" she snapped angrily, "I'm done. I'm not going to beg you as if you're doing me a favor."

Cassius shrugged, still with a large grin on his face. He left her tied to the bed for a while, struggling until she was tired; once she couldn't struggle anymore, he untied her from the bed, but only to put her arms behind her back and tightly bind them. Erin had hoped that once she was free, she could discreetly touch herself, but it was clear that was not going to happen. Cassius lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder and carried her back to the manor.

Once they were back, she figured the day was over. Although it was still relatively early, if he was really not going to fuck her, then pretty much all there was left was for her to take a bath and eat, then wait in the bedroom for the rest of the evening. For a moment, her eyes were drawn to the bathroom and her mind lit up. That warm, delicious water, running all over her, and the scent of a few candles, maybe rose or lavender perfume, filling the room; she was so horny, the very idea made her start moaning.

As if he could read her mind, he told her they were going to take a bath. Erin—without hearing the part about "they" rather than "she"—jumped happily and gestured for him to untie her. Cassius couldn't help but chuckle at her eagerness, and with a lot of satisfaction, told her she was not going to get free for the rest of the day, and that he was going to bathe her. The little glimmer of hope she had felt, quickly turned into dismay, but she didn't argue, knowing it would be useless.

Rather than giving her a sensual bath, Cassius used to opportunity to tease her even more. The pain in her pussy grew more and more with each passing moment. It was becoming difficult even to think clearly; her mind clouded by lust.

The drug had worked even better than Cassius had anticipated, and now the girl was feeling its full force. She was becoming almost unable to speak, her speech becoming just an incoherent collection of moaning and sobbing, her body trembling with every touch.

Cassius knew she was so close, even the slightest mistake might ruin his plans. He started using pain to distract her from the pleasure, but soon even spanking her seemed to make her moan.

When they got out of the bathroom, he tied her to the bed. He had planned to keep teasing her while eating but it soon became clear that it wasn't possible. He needed to leave her without stimulation for a while.

Just as he was about to leave the room, he heard her plea weakly.

"I can't... I can't take it anymore. I need it so much..."

"You don't deserve it," he replied flatly.

She looked at him intently with her big, gorgeous, azure eyes. It was a plea to help her. She was begging him not to force her to say it. By then, she was so desperate she was willing to do anything, and she was trying, but she couldn't. Cassius looked back at her with his steely eyes telling her she would get no mercy from him.

"Please..." she muttered.

"Not good enough," he replied coldly.

She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, trying to compose herself. She wanted to cry. She did not want to do it, but she needed relief.

Cassius walked up to her and before she could say anything else, he began kissing her hard. He kissed her for as long as he could, while putting his hands all over her and fondling her lovely body. When the kiss broke, Erin felt her body reaching for him, almost on its own.

"It's all right, kitten. Just tell me what you want," he told her soothingly.

She closed her eyes again and allowed herself to focus on her pleasure. There was something about his voice that was capable of dispelling her restraints and making her feel comfortable. The words became easier and easier, until she couldn't hold herself back anymore.

"Please Master... make me cum. I need you so badly," she whispered.

Without wasting another second, Cassius grabbed a vibrator from one of the drawers. His lips produced a satisfactory smile Erin did not get to see. He stood next to the bed, towering over her, holding the wand in her sight.

"Are you going to be good?"

"Yes, I'll be good!" she cried.

"Are you going to stop resisting, and be more proactive in serving your master? "

"Yes, I promise!" she cried again.

Cassius pressed the vibrator tightly against her clit. With his other hand he continued caressing her face tenderly.

"Then you can cum," He told her with a smile.

Erin felt her entire body trembling hard almost instantly. Her moans became louder and louder, becoming like violent screams. It took her only seconds to arrive to her ecstasy.

Cassius didn't take away the vibrator after he heard her cum. He pressed it even tighter against her, forcing her to keep cumming.

"Oh god, stop! It's too much!" she whimpered.

Erin wasn't sure what had taken over her, but she didn't feel like herself anymore. She craved every orgasm desperately, as if she hadn't had one in ages, but her tiny pussy was swollen and aching, and the powerful vibrator was overwhelming her, taking her over the edge again and again in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"You said you wanted it..."

"I'm too... I'm too sensitive. It hurts!"

Deep down, she felt glad that Cassius was ignoring her. She could feel her legs shaking and her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

She quickly started losing track of her orgasms. She didn't know how long it took for Cassius to finally turn off the vibrator.

"How do you feel?" he asked. Erin was too absorbed in her own head to notice but he sounded genuinely concerned. He knew, after all, that she was drugged.

She tried to reply but the words wouldn't come out. She felt weak and dizzy. It was a kind of weakness she hadn't felt since the first night.

"Do you need some water?"

Erin nodded in response. Cassius swiftly brought a bottle of water, then gently lifted her head to allow her to drink.

"I want... more. I need... you, Master. Please..." She told him with some effort. Her voice was trembling, and she looked like she could barely breathe. She felt as weak as a ragdoll, but she was smiling and giggling.

Before she could stop to think about what she was saying, Cassius was already untying her from the bed. He climbed on top of her and began passionately and slowly kissing her lips. To his surprise, she kissed him back and put her arms around him.

He moved his hands down her lovely, petite body feeling her softness, and started planting kisses all over her, starting with her neck, then moving to her soft breasts, then further down to her dripping pussy.

After he planted a few kisses in her mound, she stopped him.

"No more foreplay, please," she begged, giggling, "It's been an entire afternoon of foreplay. Give it to me, Master, please. I need it badly."

He knelt on the bed with his back straight, towering over her, with his thumb rubbing against her clit. The room seemed to disappear as he started pushing his cock into her tight pussy.

For the very first time, her face was not trying to hide the pleasure the rest of her body was showing. She squinted and moaned as he slid completely into her. He raised her legs and made her rest her ankles on his shoulders to allow him to go as deep as he could, pinning her against the bed, then pulled his body closer and closer, stretching her little body to the limit, and placed his hand tightly around her neck. The position was far less restrictive than usual, but she felt just as vulnerable and at his mercy.

He began thrusting fast and deep into her, choking her slightly with his hand. She could feel the friction inside of her bringing her close to cumming again and began clutching the sheets as shockwaves of pleasure ran through her body.

"Master..." she whispered with a smile.

"We're not done yet, pet. I think you have it in you for one more. Turn around," he replied, also smiling.

"Master, I can't... I'm too tired."

He planted another wet kiss in her lips. "Yes, you can. Just lay down and let me work."

He helped her turn around and spread her legs, then climbed on top of her again. She felt him grasp her by the hips and his cock, wet with her cum, enter her tight pussy. He gently tugged her mane, forcing her to lift her upper body, then moved his hand to her throat once more, helping her stay up.

He began fucking her again, as fast and deep as he could. At one point, he moved his fingers towards her mouth and she instinctively started sucking on them. Erin cried out in pleasure. He felt her quivering with every thrust.

Cassius felt completely and utterly happy. That day had been almost as difficult on him as it had been on her, but everything had turned out the way he wanted. She looked so perfect, so incredibly lovely like that, being a little submissive slut, laying down and receiving. His own stamina was at his limit and his cum poured into her.

Erin could feel herself cumming one last time at the same time his seed filled her. Her body felt exhausted and sore, unable to hold her own weight, but her mind felt extremely light, as if she were floating around the room happily. At last, she could feel her lust starting to settle down.

For the very first time since she was in that house, Cassius didn't leave her alone after sex; he didn't send her to take a bath, he didn't immediately leave to play cards. Instead, he helped her get under the covers and laid there with her in silence, letting her rest her head against his chest, holding her lovingly in his arms and caressing her hair. She closed her eyes and laid comfortably against him falling asleep without realizing it.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself still lying in bed, with Cassius next to her holding her close. Every muscle of her body was aching, and her head was spinning around. The room was still completely dark and silent.

The memories all came rushing back to her. All the things she had said and done. Erin couldn't begin explaining what she felt. A dozen different emotions danced inside her head. She felt she could die of shame at that very moment. She wanted to scream and cry, and at the same time she felt unable to make a sound. She wasn't sure how she was going to be able to look at him ever again. She could already imagine the smug look on his face the next time they spoke.

Gingerly, she climbed out of the bed, trying her best to not wake him up. She could still feel his cum dripping from her thighs and she felt she needed a bath.

"Where do you think you're going?" she heard him whisper very softly as she was just about to enter the bathroom. At first, she wondered if he was actually talking to her or just talking in his sleep. She hesitated whether to answer or not, she really wasn't looking forward to talking to him but decided to err on the side of caution.

"I am sorry," she apologized, "I didn't mean to wake you up. I just wanted some water, and to clean myself."

"No... get some water if you want, but don't clean yourself. There will be plenty of time for that later. Stay here with me."

She didn't move at first. She could barely believe what she was hearing.

"Come on kitten, don't keep me waiting," He told her when he noticed she was frozen looking at him. It was supposed to be an order, but it sounded almost like a plea.

She hurried to the bathroom to get some water, doing her best not to look at herself in the mirror; she felt too ashamed of herself to look at her reflection. Then she quickly returned to the bed. Slowly, hesitantly, she got back into it and laid with him.

"I'm very proud of you, you know?" he told her tenderly. Cassius was keeping his eyes closed and his voice was soft and deep. She still wasn't fully convinced he wasn't talking in his sleep, "It's not something I say lightly. You have made such amazing progress since you arrived. You've... changed. You are letting your natural submissiveness shine. I wonder if you understand just how utterly perfect, how gorgeous you are when you do. I know you're still struggling with yourself. I know you don't like admitting to yourself that you enjoy this. I wished you'd stop. The moment you understand that this is who you are, who you are meant to be, and that there's nothing wrong with you... You are going to be so happy."

Laying there peacefully in his arms, with his cum dripping from her pussy, felt humiliating, yet strangely nice. Humiliating because, like just about everything he did, it made her feel like an object; nice because, in a way it made her feel valuable and treasured.

The silence was comforting; it gave her a chance to collect her thoughts. At least it would have, except her mind was in too much of a turmoil.

Part of her felt it was over, that she had surrendered to him by begging to be fucked, except it didn't fully feel like it. She wasn't completely sure what surrendering to him would look like, but she imagined it would be a big moment; something that would completely change her life. It was hard to imagine there would be something bigger than the moment where she threw herself in his arms and begged to be fucked. At that moment, in fact, it had felt traumatic, but now, compared to what she had imagined, it felt strangely uneventful. She felt satisfied, embarrassed, submissive... but she still felt like herself and she still felt the same way towards him that she did the previous morning.

She was past the point where she could try to fool herself into thinking she was not enjoying it. She was utterly enjoying being with him. Every single part of it. She enjoyed how he talked to her, how he made her feel, how he controlled her. She enjoyed the chemistry between them. She enjoyed the happiness in his eyes. Then again, she always did, she just wasn't willing to admit it; nothing had really changed. It was still not enough to make her want to stay.

Only one thing was different. There was a subtle change she couldn't quite explain. Every time she'd had to comply with one of his orders, she felt dirty, like she was doing something extremely shameful. Even if she had learned to enjoy them, that crushing shame she felt afterwards that made her want to hide and not ever face another person was always there. Every time, except that night. With him holding her close and telling her he was proud and that she looked gorgeous like that... it made her feel strangely warm. She was still embarrassed, but it was now a different kind of embarrassment; it was mild, pleasant even, and it made her feel sexy.