When Marie roused from her afterglow, he took her into his embrace, kissing her deeply with devotion rather than passion. The love he held for her was intense, not only loving her and her dominance of him, he also loved the adventures she brought into his life. His voice was somewhat surly when he spoke. "We should tie the little beast up and put her in the closet. She's dangerous."
Marie laughed. "A little danger spices up life. Take your chances if you want to fuck her."
"Yes mistress. I intend to tame the little beast tonight."
"You'll fuck her tonight. I'll be amazed if you tame her."
"Let me have full rein tonight and I will."
"Letting you have full reign will not tame her. It would only get her raped. You need more than muscles to tame her... I'm not sure I want her tamed. She's never bitten me, except to raise my passion. You may slap her to bring compliance. You may use the whip for compliance and for stimulation, but do not hurt her. Take her now. I want to see lust in her eyes when you fuck her."
Passion filled his eyes and flavored his voice as he fondled Lacy with his eyes while speaking without thought. "Yes mistress." Smiling broadly, he picked up the whip, kissed it then leered down at Lacy, his voice dripping with venom. "Rise up on your knees bitch. Put your hands behind your back. Pull your shoulders back. I want to see if you have any tits. "
Seething fuming anger filled her eyes as she rose up on her knees, seeing the steel cold determination that held his intense eyes steady there was no doubt in her mind she must obey. Having no intention of lowering her head to him, she was determined to hold the whip in her hand before the night was over. Although she would comply with his orders because she had no choice, she would not be submissive to him.
"Hold your hair. I'll slap you if you let go."
Looking directly into his eyes while glaring her anger at him, she took her hair into her hands. Wanting to make her acknowledge his order, he knew she would not, knowing he must control her some other way than physically. Smiling as he began his assault, he was sure her own passion would betray her. As young as she was, he was sure her lust would take control of her and when it did he would take that control for himself.
Taking her by the hair, raising her up even higher on her knees, he kissed her deeply, but did not invade her mouth. Assaulting her with his passion, his hands caressed her breasts, using sharp pinches to stimulate her nipples into full erection. Breaking the kiss, he leaned his head down and sharply nipped her nipples with his teeth one at a time, becoming incessant with his hand while using his whip to lightly caress her body. While he fondled her intimately, his pleasure grew with his erection, seeing her nostrils flare with passion and arousal.
Smiling with satisfaction when her breath became ragged with lust, he again kissed her deeply to raise her passion. Standing up he slapped her sharply, his commands were just as sharp. "Give me your passion. I'll slap you until you do." Following her orders by rote she became animated with her mouth, but still put no passion into her kiss. Straightening up he slapped her again, his anger clearly heard in his voice. "Bitch, I want your passion. I'll have it. Kiss me right, or you're the one who will look like a battered bride in the morning."
Looking into his eyes, she had no doubt he would continue until she complied. When he again lowered his mouth to her, she kissed him with all the passion she had, her anger growing with her passion. Savoring her anger, she nursed it while petting it, using her anger to raise her passion higher; while her vagina began to use her.
When her vagina took full control of her hips, she moaned in her need, her arousal was full and her hips were fully out of her control. Gasping when his hand found her open, her hips rocked against his hand, being unable to dampen her adore, her anger rose higher. Although she wanted to keep her passion for herself and for her mistress, her hips gave him everything. As her arousal rose to passion, her vagina wanted not just control of her hips, she wanted full control of her body. Within her mind she was losing the battle with herself, even though her kiss was filled with passion, and her eyes glazed over with lust; her anger smoldered.
Stopping his assault suddenly, he stood over her stroking his erection. Smiling in triumph, he turned his back on her and walked to Marie, kneeling before her, his eyes lowered, speaking with amusement. "The little beast has raised my passion and your toy with it. If it pleases my mistress, I'll serve you while the little beast watches. She's hardly a meal. More like a snack. She's so little, I'd probably hurt her unless you take my lust first."
Accepting Jim into her full embrace and kiss, Marie's raging passion took control of her although her lust was not yet full it flavored her passion like a hot spice. Wild with her passion, she took her pleasure, demanding it, lying back with open legs, commanding his erection with her eyes alone. The look in her eyes, told him she wanted raw driving sex, being happy with what he saw, while being filled with his own lust, he wanted it calmed before he returned to his seduction, being determined she would give it all to him.
The passion he had raised in her, transmuted into seething anger as she listened, rising to fury when he said she was too little to take his lust, wanting to let go of her hair, and wanting to slap him, mostly she wanted to bite him again. Letting some of her anger vent with the rocking of her hips in her need, although her passion was gone, her arousal was still high, she knew the slightest touch to her sensitive spot would return her passion.
The call to her hands by her vagina was powerful, but not as powerful as her commands. Almost unable to keep her hands in bondage, the only thing that restrained her was seeing the full passion he brought to her mistress, finding pleasure seeing and hearing Marie in her passion as she thought to herself; At least he is useful for something. I'll put him in the closet until he is needed. I'll serve my mistress a warm dildo when she wants one, or I'll eat at his restaurant if I get hungry.
Finding pleasure in her thoughts and even more pleasure hearing her mistress sing out her orgasm, she knelt at Jim's command but did not feel like his captive. Petting her anger, she crooned in her mind like a mantra: Soon... soon.
While he attended to his mistress with his mouth, licking up the liquid of her passion with relish, he watched Lacy's hips rock in her need with pleasure, knowing he would lower her passion before he raised her lust. When Lacy caught his eyes as he looked at her, this time it was not his eyes that were hypnotic. He had given his lust to his mistress while she still had hers.
Lowering her eyes, she flirted with him through her eyelashes, licking her lips, while her hips rocked of their own accord. Radiating her new found sexuality at him, she knew he wanted her, seeing it clearly in his eyes, and when she called him to her with her eyes he almost came to her. Breaking his eyes away from her, he returned his attention to his mistress as his anger rose. Consciously raising his anger as well as his passion, he was determined to see Lacy kiss his whip. A smile of cold determination filled his face when he picked up the whip, kissing it as he turned towards her.
Glaring at her as he whipped her, she took the pain from the whip, using it to raise her anger higher; she was secure in her confidence: nothing would keep her from Marie's bed tonight. The whipping lowered her passion while at the same time raised her lust. The constant stimulation filled her vagina with warm liquid. Moaning from deep inside herself, she was caught in lust, however the lust did not cloud her mind or break her resolve.
Ceasing his whipping as suddenly as he had started it, he pushed her over onto her back. Keeping herself in bondage to her hair while he assaulted her with his passion, she tried to keep herself removed from his demands. Raising her passion with his hands and his mouth while nipping her neck and her nipples with his teeth, he demanded her participation. When her passion was full, he lowered his mouth to her vagina. His voice filled with confidence. "I'll have a snack before my meal. Give it to me bitch. You can't keep it from me."
Pleasure filled his mind as he used his mouth to take her lust. Being practiced in his seduction, he knew exactly what to do as Marie brought him a lot of woman to practice on. His confidence was as full as his erection being sure she would give it all to him. Not being able to hold her lust at bay, she let herself go completely, when she did her orgasm exploded with full writhing contractions, bringing screams and moans of pleasure from her mouth.
Sharing only the liquid from her vagina with him, she shared her pleasure with her mistress, holding Marie's eyes in bondage as she poured out her passion to her, feral lust giving her eyes a hypnotic power that held Marie captive. Being fully aroused, Marie found her orgasm with her hands, consumed with pleasure she shared her pleasure with Lacy although she rarely shared her orgasm with anyone.
Finding great pleasure from the liquid lust flowing from her, he drank his fill then crawled up to kneel next to Lacy's head, smiling down at her as he masturbated, one hand raising his lust as the other hand fondled her lewdly. Flirting with him, seducing him with her eyes, she felt powerful. Although her passion had been expended, her youthful sexuality still raged, powered by her anger. As her hips rocked she caressed him with her eyes.
Becoming lost in her eyes, his intense orgasm rose without his control as he ejaculated onto her breasts. Holding him captive with her eyes, she let go of her hair and began to wipe up the warm sticky liquid, delivering each drop to her mouth, lewdly sucking her fingers.
When she had finished, she returned to her self-bondage to her hair. In an instant her seductive smile vanished, as anger recaptured her eyes. The sudden change startled him, freeing him from the bondage of her eyes; anger filled her eyes while confidence filled her voice. "At least you have some value besides pleasing my mistress. You taste good. You were right. It was a nice snack before my meal."
Instantaneously his anger flared, slapping her without thinking, his voice trembled with emotion. "Bitch whore. I told you to hold your hair. You will obey me. You will serve me."
Knowing he had just lost control, she now knew she could raise his anger at her will. Even with her eyes lowered her reply was stone cold. "I will obey you because my mistress commands it. I will never serve you."
