The Slave Ch. 11

With all the sexual manipulations she was doing on him, his cock had shriveled to a small, soft, almost withdrawn cock. He truly did fear her. She rose up and stood facing him. His expression was flat, emotionless. She couldn't decide which she felt more, fury or hurt. She slapped him hard, across the face. His face stinging, he averted his eyes and would not look at her. A tiny drop of blood started to run down, from the corner of his mouth. She could only stand there, saying nothing. She turned quickly and walked toward the door. At the door she stopped, her gorgeous backside, the only view to him. Without turning, she said firmly "Yes, it is a present for you, and it will be pleasurable... at first." She then left, locking the door behind her.

To be continued...