Per his instructions, she arrived and rang the doorbell at exactly eight p.m. Looking through the side glass of the door, he could see her standing in her tie closure spring coat, with her conservative knee length skirt and flats; she exuded confidence. To anyone who passed by, she looked all the part of the accomplished university professor she was, the epitome of prim and proper. Well, a very attractive university professor. At just under five feet tall, and weighing ninety pounds on an off day, she was petite in every way. Most of her friends knew her for her keen intellect, endless optimism, and joie de vivre. Only he knew of her other side; the side he created. He opened the door and she glided past him, not stopping until reaching the great room. Catching up to her, he helped her with her coat and was pleased with her choice of attire underneath, which was a flowered, yet completely transparent top, her pert breasts unspoiled by a bra. She knew he loved such surprises and did her best to please him, while they were together. That was her job, as his dirty slut, his property, and she took that role very seriously.
As he admired her form beneath the gauzy material, he took note that her nipples already resembled little pebbles, in anticipation of what was to come. He had a few twists to throw her way, tonight that would excite her that much more. Occasionally, she would require being reminded of her place. In such instances, she would not make it past the grand foyer before being shoved her to her knees and made to worship his cock. When she misbehaved, he would order her to finish him off, right there, then turn her around and push her back out the door. That always left her feeling both used and unfulfilled and she loved it, from time to time. But not tonight; he had other plans for his toy.
As always, he offered her a glass of wine, knowing full well her Muslim beliefs would prevent her from accepting. It always struck him that she refused to imbibe, yet welcomed, no, demanded the treatment he would be subjecting her to shortly. They sat on the sofa, chatting about this and that. He enjoyed their interaction, on a cerebral scale. While they talked, he could see her become physically unsettled to the point where suddenly, she became the aggressor, straddling, then wrapping her arms around him and kissing him passionately. Her body was giving off the unmistakable message of 'take me to bed and fuck the hell out of me'.
'Not so fast', he told her, 'you seem to have forgotten something. We'll take it to the bedroom.'
She was well acquainted with the most direct route and eagerly led the way, like a child who wants his parents to catch up so they can get on the roller coaster. She stopped in the large, open area of his bedroom, and stood there, looking at him intently. She knew what was expected of her, but being manhandled by him turned her on more than if she'd done it of her own volition. A few seconds later, she got her wish, as he roughly shoved her to her knees.
'You know you need to demonstrate your worthiness as my whore and possession, before I touch you. Now get to it.'
He barely got the words out before her hands were on his zipper, extracting his hardening cock. She was on fire tonight and dispensed with the tease, instead devouring him to the root.
'You've become such a good little cocksucker. Perhaps I should share you with a few of my young subordinates, so you can show off your skills.'
She knew he was creating a mood and understood such an act was a bridge too far for her, for now. That didn't prevent her from gushing a little over the thought of being used. And she really was proud of how well she'd learned to service a man, since he took ownership of her.
Her eyes were glazed over with pure lust as she worked his now rock hard manhood with her lips, tongue, and hands. He could see she was in her own world of desire and had to snap her back to reality, before she brought him to the point of no return. She had become such a cum slut, that he barely recognized the naïve woman he'd begun training a few short months ago.
He grabbed her arm, yanked her to her feet, then roughly shoved her, face down, on the bed. Moving forward until he trapped her with his body, he snarled, 'God, you're such a whore...you come over here just to have my cock in you. And you won't be happy unless you leave with my hot cum somewhere inside you. Even if you didn't want it, I own you and can take whatever I wish.'
With that, he flipped up her skirt and shoved his cock inside her. To someone observing the scene, it would genuinely appear as though she was being taken against her will, particularly the way he had to force himself inside her. The truth was that this woman was petite in more than just stature and was always a tight fit. Penetration took a bit of effort, even when she was soaked, as she was now.
Once inside, he began to slam himself into her, fucking her hard and fast, making sure to hold the angle he knew ravaged her sensitive g-spot. She howled with pleasure as he took her. It turned her on so much when her owner took what he wanted, her helpless to resist. She could only let herself be in this position with a man she trusted completely, which she did with the man now inside her.
He grabbed her hair and yanked her head up so he could speak right into her ear.
'Everyone else sees you as a respected university professor, but only I know what a slut you are. A dirty little plaything, who lives to be used like a whore, owned like a piece of livestock I own and use as I want, then toss you out on your ass until I want to use you again. You're nothing but a fuck toy.'
He kept hammering her, alternating between spanking her ass, pulling her hair, shoving her face into the bed, and twisting her arm around her back as he degraded her. Each move was more extreme than the one before it and he knew he was causing her pain. This pleased him, not because he was a sadist, but because he knew pain, and lots of it, heightened her pleasure. He derived pleasure from taking his lover places she'd never been before, pushing her limits. Once again, he thought how reckless he had been, neglecting to establish a safe word, but such a precaution always proved unnecessary. No matter how brutal he was with her, she always wanted more.
'What are you?'
'I'm your whore...all of my holes belong to you.'
'And when can I use them?'
'Whenever you want! I belong to you!'
She screamed nonstop as he pounded her and would orgasm every time he told her what a whore she was. After he felt she'd been properly fucked in that position, he waited until he felt her building to another orgasm, then pulled out and told her to get undressed.
She was frustrated and completely on fire, but she didn't dare complain. She knew he wasn't done using her. But she needed to cum, just the same...now.
'Lie on your back, like a good slut. You know...your natural position in a bed.'
She complied.
'I think it's time for you to demonstrate what I've taught you about your body', he said as he sat down in a large leather chair in the corner. 'Show me that you know how to make yourself orgasm. Give your owner a bit of a show, like a good girl.'
And like a good little fuck toy, she began rubbing her fingers around the lips of her battered pussy. She maintained intense eye contact with her lover as the pleasure began to wash over her. As much as she wanted to give him a proper spectacle, she needed a release. With that, her opening act ended and she drove two fingers deep inside her sex, working her g-spot vigorously until her hips spasmed in climax.
After her body relaxed, she had a contented expression on her face and beckoned him to the bed. Once he climbed in, she acted as like a sleepy kitten and snuggled up to her owner. He held her and delivered kindness, a little laughter, and tenderness. He hadn't yet heard the word aftercare.
As they chatted, he saw she had something on her mind and looked at her with an expression that told her to just tell him. In a barely audible and timid voice, she asked 'will you..to my butt tonight?' He'd introduced her to anal sex a few encounters ago and she found she loved it better than vaginal intercourse.
