Good Girl Ch. 04

We had just finished a tour of the local university and were walking home, hand in hand. "What did you think?" Jason asked casually, glancing to the side as a car raced past us on the road.

I hesitated for a moment. My face was apparently thoughtful; Jason squeezed my hand and said, "You don't have to decide now."

Offering him a smile, I blushed a little. "I liked it. I liked it a lot," I confessed. We had met with a counselor for the local graduate school; I had asked him to arrange it so that I could continue my education if I decided to move there-something of which he approved heartily.

"But?" he prodded, releasing my hand to slide his arm around my waist in a protective, possessive fashion. I rested my head against his shoulder awkwardly, somehow managing to not fall as we walked.

I laughed. "How could I ever get anything done around you? I'll always want to be with you."

Jason offered a smile-that cocky, confident smile-and squeezed my waist. "You'll do what I tell you," he said sternly.

"Yes," I said with mock patience and innocence. "But when you want the same thing I want, you couldn't turn me away."

He smirked. "Wanna bet?" I shook my head. "You don't want to disappoint me, do you Jenny? You want to be a good girl for me, don't you?"

I flushed, my step faltering. Damn him; he knew what the words 'good girl', coming from him, did to me. My stomach fluttered and a jet of heat rushed between my legs. "Yes," I gasped.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Sir," I corrected eagerly, wincing as his fingers dug into my hip painfully. "Anh, that hurts!"

"Good," he said simply. "It's almost dinner time. What are you hungry for?"

I looked at him, my dark eyes dancing. "You know what I'm hungry for."

He swatted my behind roughly, then let his hand linger, his fingertips moving to bunch up the skirt until he had the hem. I sighed and glanced around. "Please....what if someone sees?"

"So what if someone sees?" he demanded, turning me to face him. His other hand went to my shoulder. "Then they'll know what a whore you are. What's wrong with that?"

I blushed scarlet but could think of no response.

"Knees," he ordered, exerting the barest of pressure against my shoulder. I dropped to my knees in the gravel by the side of that suburban road and looked up at him. He stroked my hair lightly. "Unzip my pants."

I did as he ordered, stiffening as I heard a car blow past. The breeze ruffled my hair and skirt. Despite myself, I felt aroused, knowing that I was about to please my Master where anyone driving past could see. He let his thumb wander over my cheek, pressing lightly on the bruise. "Get out my dick."

I eagerly reached into his jeans and pulled his cock out through the fly. I moaned absentmindedly, my mouth watering, and leaned forward, my lips parting.

Jason slapped me roughly across the cheek, turning my head towards the road. "Did I fucking tell you to suck it, you stupid slut?" I looked up at him, blushing scarlet, and couldn't find the words to speak. "Are you deaf, whore? Answer me!"

His words shamed me, but worse, they aroused me. I felt my panties soaking against my thighs. "No, but-"

"No 'what'?" he shouted at me, taking a deep breath. I could feel his anger growing.

"No Master," I squealed, realizing the depth of my mistake. "No, no, please, please," I gasped. I didn't realize what I was saying, just hoping to convey my ardent desire to do better. "Please, Sir."

"Please what, whore?"

"Please, please may I suck you?" I asked, staring up at him eagerly in the falling dusk. "Please?"

He smiled. "Give it a little kiss for me," he said, pushing his hips forward. His erection poked me in the cheek. "Kiss it," he ordered sternly.

I moved my head and licked my lips, leaning forward to kiss the head of his cock, my lips pressing against the warm, spongy flesh of his cockhead. I looked up at him timidly and noted that his eyes had closed. I opened my mouth, sliding my wet, warm lips around the head of his member, and-

A searing pain tore through my scalp as he yanked my head back through the hair. "I said kiss it, you stupid slut, can you not follow simple directions?" He slapped me again on the same cheek; my head jerked to the side violently. My pussy burned almost as hot as my cheek. "Put it away."

I gave a pathetic whimper. "But...no, I want to-"

He raised his hand in what I knew would be a vicious backhand, his eyes flaring. "Do what I 'tell' you," he ordered. "I don't remember doing anything to give you the impression I gave a shit what you wanted."

I lowered my gaze instantly, tears of frustration welling in my eyes. God, I wanted him. I wanted to please him, and to taste him, and to swallow every last drop of him. I wanted him so much it hurt.

When I had slid his dick back into his pants and boxers, he yanked me to my feet and pressed me to him in a savage, demanding kiss. He bit my bottom lip roughly and drew back, reaching up to grip my chin roughly, his fingers squeezing painfully. "I don't know why I keep you around, you stupid whore. Let's go."

We walked in silence. I unconsciously moved away from him, a pace to the right and a pace behind him, my arm left arm straight at my side, my right arm crossing my stomach to grip my elbow. Several minutes later I felt Jason's hand on mine.

"I love you Jenny," he said. He raised my hand to his lips. "You'll tell me...I mean, your safeword...in case things ever get too rough? If I hurt you?"

I smiled at him, my throat burning as a lump rose there. "Of course," I said, squeezing his hand.

He hesitated, moving into stride again. "I mean, the words, too. You know I don't think you're stupid," he said.

I nodded. "I know."

"I'd say it were part of our game," he said casually. "But it's not a game, is it?"

"No," I answered truthfully.

"What are you?"

"Your whore," I responded matter-of-factly.

"What am I?" he asked.

"My Master."

"Good girl," he said, squeezing my hand. "That's my good girl."

We had dinner at home, and I washed the dishes while he took care of some work. We talked about everything--families, what we wanted to do with our lives; the things we talked about online, but which held so much more meaning now what we could do it in person.

As we descended to his domain, I asked, "What kind of place do you want to live in?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, moving to sit in his chair. I jokingly called it the throne. I moved to sit next to him on the floor, but he patted his lap.

"Thank you," I murmured, smiling happily as I straddled his lap. My hands rested on his chest. "I meant...house, apartment, condo?"

"House eventually," he said. He leaned his head back on the chair and stared at the ceiling. "I don't mind apartment living in general, but when I have children they'll need someplace to run around."

I was slightly taken aback. Children. The very word struck terror in my heart. "Oh," was all I could muster.

His hands moved from my knees to my hips, pushing my skirt up with them, and then up to my sides. His thumbs played over the flat plane of my stomach. "How many children are you going to give me, Jenny?" he asked seriously.

I'd never thought of it seriously before. I wasn't, in general, a fan of children. And yet, with his hands cradling me this way, so tenderly, I couldn't help but want children with him. And I wanted them now. "Um," I stammered.

"I want two. Two daughters," he said with satisfaction. "Beautiful as their mother," he squeezed me, "but without her awful taste in movies, music, and books." I giggled at the chide. "Sons would be fine, too. But I want a girl."

"I'm afraid of what a girl would do to you," I said, resting my chin against his shoulder. "After her first boyfriend you'd be wanted for murder."

"I'm uniquely qualified to protect my girls from creeps, being one myself, because I know the warning signs." I laughed. "What do you think your father is going to do when you get home with a shiner?"

"He'll never know," I said. "I have makeup for it."

"It's a good thing we've never met. He'd kill me if he knew some of the things I'm going to do to you. And that's the part I'd consider tame." He squeezed again, and I laughed against his neck.

"I like apartments," I volunteered helpfully.

"Nothing wrong with them," he said. "But like I said, when the children come, we'll need a house." He raised his head to look at me. "Plus I need room for my dogs."

"Dogs?" I asked curiously.

He nodded. "But until then you can just get on all fours for me and pant like a bitch in heat," Jason said casually, staring at me. For a moment I didn't know if he was serious, but I thought it best not to try him.

I slipped immediately off his lap to kneel on hands and knees on the carpet, my shoulders against his spread knees, my face hovering just before his crotch.

He laughed. "You like being a little bitch for me?" I blushed. "You like being treated like a common mutt?"

I flushed, and though my pussy was tingling again, I murmured, "I don't know."

"Maybe I should put a collar on you to make sure," he said.

That clinched it. I moaned quietly. "Mmm, yes please."

"I don't have one handy," he said, stroking my hair.

"Oh," I said, leaning forward to rub my chin against his crotch. "Do you think, while I'm down here, I could..." I nuzzled his crotch, moaning to indicate my desire.

"You can try," he said. "Don't know how far you think you can go like that, but go to town."

"Can I...?" I began timidly. I raised my hands, as if to ask if I could use them to get his pants off, or at least down far enough that I could take him in my mouth.

"Dogs don't have hands, Jenny," he said with a little smirk. I blushed scarlet and leaned up toward him. My nose rubbed against his abdomen was my teeth wrestled with the clasp of his jeans. By the time I finally got them unsnapped, I was panting with exertion.

"I think you do like being my little bitch," he said with a laugh. I blushed, burying my face between his legs. "Being my little pet."

"Mnph," I said, looking up at him. He stared at me, his eyes smoldering with arousal, as I ran my tongue under the flap of his fly, against his zipper. I could feel his arousal underneath. I worked my teeth around the pull and tugged it down.

"Look at you," he said haughtily, petting my hair like he would his favorite terrier. I was on fire with desire now as I lowered my head between his legs, my teeth gripping the fabric of his jeans. "Tugging at my pants. Fucking slut."

I pulled and pulled until finally his boxers were visible, and then I pulled them too until his cock popped up from the fly. I moaned, quite beside myself with anticipation. Not wanting to repeat my error from before, I looked up at him. "May I? Please?"

His fingers stroked through my hair against my scalp. "A good little bitch would." His hands held the sides of his unsnapped jeans, and he slowly pulled his belt out of the loops. Before I knew it, he had it wrapped around my neck, like a leash and collar.

I instantly went to work, eagerly running my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft lovingly. I slid my lips sideways up his length, pausing to nip once with my teeth, halfway up his length. He grinned down at me as I slid my lips over the head of his cock and sucked it eagerly.

Jason pulled the belt down roughly; I choked against the lack of oxygen and around his cock as it forced itself into my throat. "Gag away, you whore," he said maliciously, holding me down with a hand at the back of my head.

I coughed and sputtered, moaning in pleasure at being so roughly handled and in frustration at being unable to breathe. Just when I was sure I would suffocate, he pulled me back roughly. "Stand up, whore."

I reluctantly stood, biting my bottom lip in frustration. I still wanted to suck him! "Now turn around," he said. I obediently complied, turning to face away from him. I couldn't see him as he admired my back end. "Now strip. Don't look at me."

My shaking fingers unclasped the buttons of my blouse and I shrugged out of it. I unclasped my bra and dropped it, then slid my skirt and panties down together, stepping out of them. I stood shivering as he watched me.

I heard him shift in his chair, and a moment later I felt his lips, those glorious, kissable lips, against my back. He kissed the small of my back, pausing to bite lightly as his fingers brushed my legs.

More movement, and his lips moved down from my back across my left ass cheek. "God, you're soft," he whispered, his tongue darting against my flesh. I squirmed, trembling in pleasure. He drew back, blowing cool air over my skin. "Bend over as far as you can. Keep on those feet."

I bent at the waist, spreading my legs a little. I gripped my legs to steady myself. "Good," he said, and leaned forward, settling onto his knees. A moment later, I felt his lips probing my pussy lips. He sighed lightly, reaching up to pull my thighs and pussy lips open.

As his tongue glided up it grazed my clit I gave a gasping moan. "I'm almost... please, Master, please may I come?" I moaned loudly. "Please!"

"Yes," he grunted simply, his tongue lapping hungrily at my dripping pussy. "Come for me, whore," he ordered between licking and sucking.

My pussy, acting as if on command, spasmed. He gave a grunt of lewd satisfaction, lapping at my release, his fingers digging into my hips. He continued lapping at me for several seconds before he stood up, shucking his boxers and slacks completely. A moment later he stepped behind me, and I could feel his length pushing my pussy lips apart, though he didn't enter me yet.

"Oh, please," I whimpered, my voice pleading. I reached back to grip his hip lightly, wanting to communicate my desire.

"Mmm," he said. He obviously had me just where he wanted me. "Stupid slut wants my cum in her cunt?"

"Yes," I gasped, painfully aware of my own arousal as my desire dripped on his erection. I gave a breathless moan of relief as his length finally spread me, pushing inside me. "Ohhh yes."

"What do you say, whore?" he demanded, slapping my ass roughly.

I arched my back, pushing my hips back eagerly. "Thank you, Master," I exalted and he rewarded me by completing his thrust. He drew back and then thrust harder into me. "Annh!" I moaned as he violated me. I was still sore from losing my virginity to him that morning, and the angle of his penetration pushed his hips against my sore ass.

"You like that? You like it when your Master fucks your cunt?" he grunted. I could tell he was close as his breaths came in pants.

"Yes," I cried, a whining tone as he drove me ever closer to release. He clutched my hips and began to penetrate me harder, harder than ever. "Yes Master, oh yes, fuck me."

He slapped my ass again and gripped the belt, pulling me up straight. I felt him breathing deeply into my hair as I struggled for breath. "Come for me, whore," he snarled. "Be a good little bitch and come all over my cock. Now, whore!"

I whimpered as he drove me over the edge. I orgasmed intensely and he released the belt, instead grabbing my hair and forcing me back down painfully. My groan of discomfort heralded his pleasure; he exploded inside me.

We stood together, panting in a beautiful song of lust and satisfaction, him ever the dominant Master, tall and proud; I ever the submissive slut, bent over to offer myself to his whim. God, I loved him.

His hands wandered from my hips to my chest, slowly pulling me up so that my back was against his chest. He rested his face against the back of my neck; I could feel his hot breath through my sweat-damp hair. After several moments, he pulled my hair from the side of my head and kissed my ear. "Bedtime, whore," he said.

"But..." I said with a whimper. His hands gripped my throat, and for a moment I thought he was going to choke me for my insolence. I was relieved (and, honestly, disappointed) when he loosened the belt from my throat.

"You were saying?" he asked as he finally pulled out of me. I moaned, feeling empty and abandoned. He didn't look at me as he pulled his boxers back on.

"I'm not tired," I muttered, daring to speak up.

He raised an eyebrow, still not watching me. He was gathering his clothes. "I don't remember telling you to go to sleep. I said to go bed. You can sleep or not, but you need time for silent reflection."

Reflection? I wondered. He finally looked at me, seeing my dark and confused expression. He explained impatiently, "Whether this is what you want. To come here. To be with me. Whether you think you can stand being used this way."

"Will it always be this way?" I asked, my heart soaring hopefully.

"It will be how I want it. Remember that this is about what I want, this isn't a negotiation," he said with a simple shrug. "It won't always be pleasant for you, especially at the start. There is much you need to learn about how to behave."

I felt affronted. "How to behave? I--"

"Disobedience when I give you a direct order, for instance," he said pointedly, sitting down on his chair. He draped his belt across his lap. "I had hoped not to get too much into it since this is just a preliminary visit. But we'll see."

"But-"

"Go to bed, Jennifer," he said. "And since you can't seem to follow instructions today, close the door and turn off the light."

My stomach tensed; I didn't do well in the dark, especially in a strange place. I cast about for anything in which to find comfort. "Will you come soon? Please?" I asked pathetically.

"No," he said simply, turning to his computer in a fashion that indicated that he was done with me. The last thing I saw as I turned angrily away was his fingers closing idly around his belt, which he still had across his lap. I went into his bedroom and was swallowed my darkness, the only comfort I had his scent on the sheets and his warmth inside me.