They stayed in the car for a few more minutes Cain eventually opening the driver's side door to let some cool air in. He nuzzled the side of her neck, running a hand up and down her spine, to try to calm her down.
"Are you ready to go inside poppet?" he whispered in her ear.
"Yes, I think so." She sighed, smiling to herself.
"What is the correct answer? Consider this your first lesson, my pet. I will correct you verbally only once. Try again. Are you ready to go inside?"
Anise took a deep breath and whispered, "yes Sir, I am ready if you are."
He kissed her cheek in reward. "Good girl. Walk to the door as you are. No one is awake at this hour, and I want to watch you. Here are the keys; this one is the house key. After you unlock the door, strip, and kneel in the middle of the room with your hands behind your head. This will be your second lesson. Do as you were told, poppet."
Anise exited the car, breasts bare to anyone awake and peeking out of their window. She walked slowly but confidently to the door, and let herself in. She stood just inside the doorway for a few minutes before mentally shaking herself and took a deep breath. Can't back out now, she thinks, and lets her dress fall to the floor. Slipping out of her shoes, she again walks slowly but with confidence to the middle of the room and kneels, facing the door and clasps her hands behind her head.
At a sound, she looks up to see Cain leaned against the door frame, eyes glued to her. There is a hunger in his eyes she has never seen before; a look of possessiveness that should in all honesty scare the hell out of her. Instead of fear, she feels the secret her respond, the Anise that enjoys the feel of a man's hands on her backside, the person that loves the way it feels when she does the most menial task for her man.
As Cain stands in the doorway he loosens his tie, takes it off. He unbuttons his shirt, takes it off as well, and walks towards her as it falls to the floor.
He lets a hand cup one of her breasts, and squeezes gently, rolling a nipple between his fingers. Pulling up just a little, he makes Anise kneel with her back as straight as possible. He smiles as he watches her struggle to keep her balance. He walks behind her, gathers her hair in his hand and pulls, causing her to bend backwards, stretching her as far as she can go.
He holds her there, her back bent in a perfect arch, breasts displayed proudly for his pleasure, dancing before his eyes as Anise gasps in pain, in pleasure at his touch.
He reaches down with his other hand and again plays with her breasts. Lightly slapping them to make them dance, pinching her nipples so they are erect and begging for his mouth. Standing over her he enjoys seeing her like this, at his mercy, and he is debating as to whether or not he has any. He lets go of her, and steps back. He fingers the flogger laid across the back of the couch, put there just before he left to go pick up his wayward assistant.
"Anise, on your hands and knees."
She obeys without thinking, wondering if he is going to fuck her again or just tease her, when she feels a stinging across her backside. She gasps in pain and surprise.
Cain brought the flogger down again smiling as he saw the marks left behind. Once more, the flogger sailed through the air to kiss Anise on her back. By the fourth time she was screaming in pain and shock, by the eighth time she was gasping in pleasure. By the time Cain finished at ten, she was moaning and thrusting her ass towards him like a cat in heat, her backside so sensitive that when Cain placed his hands on her ass, she could have sworn she had an orgasm just from his touch.
"Oh, poppet, I don't know whether I should fuck you, or eat you. How wet are you? Are you soaking for me?" The touch of his finger as it slides inside of her pussy is heavenly, and as he begins to finger fuck her, she realizes she is pumping back against his finger for all she's worth, and she is actually begging for more.
"Please, Cain..oh, god, please, more..ooo fuck ..ahh.!" She regresses into moans and sighs, unable to form words at this point. All she knows is that she is being teased to death, and if something bigger than a finger isn't inside of her soon, she is going to die.
Cain watches her as she rides his fingers, and slips his index finger into her ass, the double grip of her almost making him come. He decides to play for as long as they are both able. He uses his other hand to unzip his pants, releasing his cock from its prison. He uses Anise's juices to lube himself and slips just the head inside of her pussy. Her moan of satisfaction is music to his ears, and he teases her clit with the tip of his dick as he fingers her asshole. After about seven to eight minutes of this slow teasing, he realizes her needs her underneath him, he needs to pound into her soft flesh until she understands that she is his, her body is his.
Rolling her onto her back, he spreads her legs apart, and slowly enters her, releasing a breath he did not know he was holding. Slowly, he began fucking her, hitting hard when their hips met. He fingered her clit until she held herself open for him of her own accord. He leaned to grasp a breast in his hand and rolled the nipple between his fingers, then bent to suck it. Cain discovers he can't get enough of her, of her body, of her cries as he fucks her, of how she begs. She is begging him to not stop, for more, always more, and hard, god it has to be hard. And he is. He doesn't think he's ever been this hard before in his life. As he feels her orgasm getting nearer, he leans down to whisper in her ear.
"Fuck, Anise. God you feel good. Do you like this, does my dick feel good? Shit, you are so sweet, that's it moan for me, let me hear you, come on, baby, scream for me, show me you like this."
Anise can't believe the sounds she is hearing are coming out of her mouth. After a few minutes she doesn't care, because the feel of Cain as he shoves in and out of her is painfully good, that pleasure that is so sweet, it hurts, and you would walk over hot coals to make it last.
