Chapter 11 - Derek
I ran my fingers through Felicia's hair, whispering softly to her. "You did well. You are mine." She hadn't come as hard as she did earlier while everyone was watching, but she was still softly twitching every few seconds, eventually curling up into a ball. Her breathing was slow and steady as she drifted to sleep on the endorphins and the exhaustion.
I'm feeling something for her that I hadn't earlier. It is not romantic love. I have seen too much of her nasty side for that to stick at the moment, but definitely a certain level of caring. I don't think it was the whole 'her thoughts flowing into me' that Alexis described. But I definitely feel something. As I said, she is mine. And I intend to take care of my things.
I paused, looking down at the naked, beautiful girl, covered in sweat, her makeup streaming down her face, my cum glazing her breasts and stomach, and now sleeping on the cold bathroom tile.
I mean, I am going to use my things too. Tonight was too good to not have a repeat performance. Provided that this whole submissive act sticks around for the long term, at least.
I wasn't sure how I felt about the new me I was discovering tonight.
I looked over Felicia to the other girl in the room. Ivy, whom I had tossed off my dick like she was nothing, then had her service her friend, only to cum all over Felicia, and ignore her.
It would serve me right if she was angry with me, or was plotting some kind of revenge.
I thought. She still hadn't pulled the dress back over her shoulder, even as she lay on the ground, one of her arms thrown over her eyes and gripping the other by the elbow as it crossed over her forehead. My eyes traced her tattoos, from their start on the back of her hands, to where they split to caress her breasts, noticing for the first time that her exposed nipple had a small flower that covered the areola. That must have been agonizing too get at the time, and it was remarkably subtle, but it looked incredible now that I was noticing it. Her eyes met mine from under her arm, then she looked away in what I could only guess was shame.
She has to feel like I rejected her.
I shifted until I was kneeling over her, and I caressed what I could reach of her face, then down her neck. After doing this a couple times, I gently moved her arms down, and lay them by her side.
"Now it is your turn." I said, locking my eyes on hers. "I haven't forgotten you, but I only had so many hands."
"I understand, Sir." She had no fight in her voice, which surprised me. "How may I serve you?"
"Just lay there for now. I want to see how my new pet responds to things." I muttered, leaning over to lick her nipple. Her hands came up and tried to push my face away. "Do you not want this? I will stop if you don't. I will stop if you don't, but I didn't want to leave you the only one unsatisfied." She still didn't say anything, but her hands slowly dropped from my face, and she nodded for me to continue. I held there for a moment, examining her eyes, trying to read what she really wanted, but not quite sure.
I still am not sure what she is thinking. She doesn't seem to take to the submissive play as easily as Felicia did, but she has been leaning into it. I guess for now I can try to keep things a little more romantic, and see how that works.
I slowly lowered my face down again, flicking her nipple with my tongue, then sucking it into my mouth. I played with it for a bit, enjoying the stiff texture of the nipple, and the soft sounds she was making.
My right hand reached down, and caressed her leg, starting at her knee, then slowly drifting upwards. Up and down, then a little further up, then back down. All the while I was teasing her nipples. As my hand got closer to her core, slowly pulling the skirt a little higher, I could feel the arousal that had leaked out, and the heat radiating from her. The knowledge that she was turned on by this was reigniting the lust within me, rebuilding my erection. She started lifting her hips, trying to get me to move that last little distance. I pulled my mouth off her nipple, and looked her in the eye as I pushed her back down with my left arm across her hips, just tracing patterns on the skin of her inner thigh with my right hand, just shy of where she really wanted the attention.
"Just wait. You will get your chance." I softly comforted her. "For now I want to play, and for you to lay there, and enjoy this." She stopped fighting me, but her hands were flexing by her sides, clenching into fists, then opening wide. I spelled my name with my finger on her other thigh, my knuckles just brushing the edge of her inner lips and extracting a coo from her. I smiled, then started trailing kisses down her body as I pulled her dress fully down, planting one on each of her abs, and then down lower, until I planted one right above her clitoris. "You may cum when you wish." I breathily whispered, letting the air from my mouth caress across her vagina. Then I traced around her opening with my tongue, lapping up the nectar that she had been creating all night. It didn't take long after that for the climax to hit her, triggered by my tongue sliding across her after I licked her slit from base to clit.
She sucked in a deep breath as she gushed against my chin, and held that breath as her body flexed, then slowly relaxed. "Good girl." She flushed at that, and then something flashed across her face, but it was gone before I could identify it. "Now, are you ready for the next step?"
Ivy lay there, breathing deeply, and looked into my eyes. "How can I serve you, Sir?" she asked. "After all, you have just served me, and that was more than I could have asked for." She hadn't broken eye contact, and was speaking in a flat tone that made it hard to tell if she actually meant the words, or if she was just playing some sort of game.
I breathed deeply myself.
I think I have her at least a little figured out. She doesn't like the pet names. I think that was what I saw when I called her 'good girl' just now. But she is also being influenced by my powers to do what I want, and I have been wanting a submissive woman. So this whole role is her fighting it as much as she can. At least, I think that is what it is.
"I want you to talk to me for a moment. Ignoring what I want, what do you want right now?"
Ivy had a confused look cross her face, as if the words I said didn't make any sense. "What I want..." she closed her eyes, and went silent for a moment. I held my breath, fearing that she would say she wants out, or wants revenge. "I want you to take me. Make me serve you, force me to bow before you." The confusion on her face was shifting to shock, as if she hadn't known those words were going to come out of her mouth. "I want you to force your way inside me. To take what you want, harshly, without a thought to what I want," One of her hands moved up to a breast, teasing the nipple, as the other moved south to caress down below. "I want to fight back, and feel how powerless I am beneath you. To kick, and fight, and succumb. And then, when we are both exhausted, I want you to hold me, and tell me that I am yours, and you will take care of me. I want to be used like a bitch, then cuddled like a lover." She had kept eye contact the whole time.
Is she asking for what I think she is? She wants me to basically rape her, then cuddle with her?
I was sure if I could see my face it would have the dumbest look of my life upon it. My jaw was hanging open, and all the while she kept stroking herself, and staring right into my eyes. I closed my mouth, and swallowed.
I mean, if that is what she wants, it's what she wants.
"Alright. But if I am going to do this, I need your safe-word." I had never done anything that would have come close to requiring a safe word before, but I knew this could go south really fast. On the other hand, my southern half was fired up at the thought of tossing her around.
"If that is what you want. The word is... Uncle." She still hadn't broken eye contact. "Once you start, don't stop until you are satisfied or I scream the word."
She is crazy, but I can't say I dislike the idea. I guess this is what I am doing.
"Alright. It's a pity you're already naked. It would have been fun to tear through your clothes to get to you, but we can still make this work just fine." I was trying to put some gravel into the words, and at least judging by the tremor that ran through her, I think it was working. "Now, stand up, and wait for me on that side of the room. I am going to clear some space." I turned away, then as gently as possible I shifted Felicia into the corner opposite the toilet, to give us as much room as possible. It still wasn't much, but I figured I could get Ivy pinned pretty quickly, and that should keep either of us from stepping on her. I laid my shirt on top of her, and rolled her dress up to put it under her head. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing on the cold hard floor. Standing up and turning to face Ivy, I was surprised to see her back in her dress.
"Are you sure about wearing that? If I tear it off you, you won't have anything to wear home." I had to admit, I liked the thought of it, and it would add to the image she wanted, as long as she was OK with the consequences.
She nodded, then said defiantly, "As if you could." She may have intended to continue that, but I lunged forward and grabbed her by the hair and yanked her forward, cutting her off with a yelp. I had tried to grab as much of the hair as possible, and as close to the roots as I could, but that was still going to hurt. She stumbled forward, and I grabbed the back of her dress to pull her back upright. She spun around to face me, intending to catch my with a punch, but I caught her arm as it swung around and twisted it behind her, using that to drive her to the ground. She was kicking her legs, so I sat on them, leaving her pretty immobile, but I didn't have much that I could work with since my right arm was keeping her left one pinned.
I guess laying face down on the ground there isn't much she can do.
I thought, releasing her to get one hand on each side of the zipper. She was flailing as much as she could, but I was a lot bigger than she was, and the weight made a difference. With my hands gripping the fabric I pulled as hard as I could, and the sound of ripping fabric bounced off the tile walls. "You are nothing beneath me." I growled. "I am going to use you like the bitch you are." I shifted my hands further down and pulled again, extending the tear past the waistline. It took another tear to get the back of the dress fully in half, and I stood up off her, letting her clamber to her feet, the dress hanging off her like an unbound hospital gown. Before she was fully steadied I grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head, forcing her backwards to the wall.
"What are you?" I leaned over to growl in her face, letting all the anger I had for Alexis earlier flow through me. I didn't like anger in general, but it seemed to match what Ivy wanted here.
"Your bitch." She said, with all the venom she could muster, then she spat at me. I moved her arms together, fairly easily overpowering her resistance, and pinned them with my left hand. My right I brought down to pinch her nipple, then pulled it towards me until she broke eye contact.