Making Scents Ch. 03

He got up and reached around her. He removed both the toys and the restraints and she knelt in front of his chair with her head on the seat, crying. "Please, Richard. I'm sorry."

"Oh, now does my horny little slut need to cum?"

She turned and nodded.

"Tell me." Richard ordered.

"Your horny little slut need to cum." she begged.

Richard had been jacking his cock back to hardness and now shoved it into her cunt. She let out a scream that was muffled in the chair. He wanted to hear her though. "Do not cum until I say so. Got it slut?"

"Yes, Richard." she promised, even though she could exploded right then.

"Who says when?" he asked.

"You do."

"Who says where?"

"You do."

"Who says how?"

"You do, Richard. I can't hold it much longer. Can I cum?"

Richard stopped pumping and she cried out in panic. "No! No! Please don't stop! Fuck me, baby! Please fuck me!"

"Who owns you, slut." his smug voice asked.

"You own me. You own me, Richard."

"Cum." he said as he started pounding his cock into her.

"FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!" Carol screamed. The orgasm was huge and it was followed by a few more. Her body bucked so hard she almost threw Richard off her. When she finally calmed down, Richard pulled his cock out and told her to serve him dinner. He didn't expect her to do it right away. He knew she wouldn't be able to even get up for a few minutes. Her body had gotten its fix. The addiction was satisfied. Everything she had thought about leaving just evaporated. How could she give this up? It was cruel and demeaning and he was an ass and yet her body told her that she had gone to heaven and could float there for a while. He did own her. He made her a slave to her own desires and she didn't think anyone out there could do anything to save her.

When I began this chapter, I really only had the last two sections in mind. But, when my fingers started typing, that whole Carol meets Richard section just poured out. I hope you enjoyed it.

Boratus.