Leon looked down at Viola, quaking on the floor from her need to come. His lips curled into a wicked smile, as he watched her eyes widen at his newly freed erection. He remained in place, with one hand holding the base of his shaft. "Come here, pet."
She tried to rise, but couldn't find enough strength. On her hands and knees, Viola proceeded to crawl to him across the tile, each leg and arm trembling as they made contact with the floor. His eyes went to her breasts, which seemed so full and heavy from their teasing. They looked as if they were weighing her down and slowing her movements. He thought about placing his throbbing cock in between them and fucking them until release.
His smile broadened, showing teeth at the thought. She had just gotten done begging him to let her touch him, to please him. She even called him "Master," seemingly surrendering completely to his whim.
I can do whatever I want to her.
When she finally reached him, her shaking relented a bit. She knelt before him, staring intently at his eyes. It appeared as though she was waiting for a command from him, for him to tell her what he wanted. "Well go on." He managed to keep his voice calm, even though he was losing his mind with anticipation. "I'm waiting for you to please me. Get to it."
Her lips parted as her gaze fell from his face to his cock, now at eye level with her. Swallowing hard, she tentatively raised one hand and brushed her fingertips along his aching shaft. He released his own hand and allowed her to tenderly rub the entire length of his cock. Seeming to gauge his reaction, she closed her hand around him, closing it into a fist around his girth.
She began to slowly pump up and down his length. Leon smirked and let out a chuckle. "Really?" Viola stopped and stared at him. "I thought you said I 'won't be disappointed?'"
The only way he could describe her look was dumbfounded. It was like she never heard a man complain about her touch and had no idea how to handle it. "I... I'm just..."
"You really think I'll be satisfied with a dry hand job?" That made her blush and look away.
That won't do.
He grabbed her chin and forced her attention back onto his shaft. "Take this seriously."
She stared blankly at him, once again conveying a look that read as "I'm waiting for my next order." Leon knew that his expression to her must have been stoic, but deep inside he felt nothing but puzzlement towards her. From what they had talked about in the past, he knew she wasn't a virgin, knew she had to have done stuff like this before. So why was she so clueless and timid? Why did it seem like she wanted him to instruct her on what to do?
Wish a guy would do that stuff with me...
That night when Viola responded with that, Leon had revealed to her a lot of his fantasies and kinks. When she first uttered those words, he thought that she was talking about a specific sex act or position. Now as he stared at her, shaking and gaping pathetically at his member, he wondered if there was something else he spoke about that stirred enthusiasm from her.
One of his fantasies that he revealed to her was to finally experience something along the lines of a "Dom/sub" sexual encounter. During that experience, he would want to be the dominant one, controlling and teaching his submissive how he liked to be touched and fucked. Did that interest her as well? Did she show more attentiveness that night when he spoke of that desire in particular?
His attention was brought back to focus on her and the present situation. She fights him at every opportunity, yet she has demonstrated plenty of times during this day that she will eventually submit. Even Leon had to admit that he thought he would have to do more to break her, but she always surrendered to him, no matter how much she cursed or resisted. She does have a submissive streak in her, which on her surface seemed to go against her nature. Maybe that's why she fought so much, to assert herself away from the label of "submissive." Why she did that, he couldn't fathom.
He placed his hand at the back of her head as gently as he could. She initially flinched at the contact, as she was probably expecting him to shove her mouth against his cock. Instead, he caressed her soft curly hair until she made eye contact with him.
Well, let's see if I'm right...
"Spit on it."
"Huh?"
"You know what I mean. Do it. Now." Viola obeyed, her small strand of saliva landing squarely on the head of his penis. Her effort seemed weak, especially compared to the spittle she hacked upon his face earlier. His hand tightened, gathering some of her curls into his fist. "Do it again and this time like you mean it. You had no problem doing it about an hour ago."
A sharp inhalation and then came more, this time measuring at about the same size as the glob that she made on his face. Satisfied, Leon used his other hand to guide her palm onto his tip. On her own, she began rubbing in her self-made-lubricant onto the head and spreading it onto the shaft. She had to produce more saliva and hawk it up a few more times to moisten his entire shaft.
Each spit felt soothing against his aching member, providing warmth in the cold bathroom. Her hand glided easily along its length, creating no friction as it slipped and slid. It sent small pleasurable sensations through his body, but wasn't good enough to bring him any satisfaction. Leon gripped the back of her hair harder. "Enough with the teasing. Tighten your grip and get to work."
Viola winced a little from how tight he was holding onto her, but she followed her orders. With one hand holding the base of his shaft, she made her fist around his member and applied pressure, squeezing it as tightly as she could. With her grip on him, he could now fully feel how rapidly blood rushed and pumped through it. It seemed to pulse underneath her hand, matching his own thundering heart.
She began to pump her hand, this time with more ferocity. Each time she brought her fist down on his length, she twisted her palm clockwise and then counter-clockwise, creating a tight, hot friction against his sensitive skin.
Leon's smile returned as she focused on increasing her rhythm.
All she needed was a little guidance.
That's what she needed throughout all aspects of her life. For the first time since he brought her here, he finally felt confident that he truly did the right thing. That he was the right man for her.
* * *
Viola kept her head down, unbending from her task. His member was only about an inch away from her face as she pumped her fist along it. Her pussy was still aching with need, but she was determined to push through and use it as motivation to work his shaft harder and faster.
Just get this done and over with so he can let you come.
She desperately wanted to keep her mind on bringing him over the edge, but constantly found herself wandering, admiring his physique. His t-shirt was still on (as well as his jeans), pushed slightly upward on his torso to reveal toned abs, feathered with a dark brown trail of hair leading to his impressive size that she now gripped. The shirt was still damp, clinging to him and leaving small droplets of water on the skin that was revealed. With every jerk along his cock, his ab muscles would twitch, enticing her to dive in and lick every inch of them.
She tried to shake her head to remove those thoughts from her brain, but could not. Leon had a vise like grip on her hair, keeping her in place. Viola wanted to hate him so badly for holding her with such unrelenting force, but strangely found herself getting more aroused by it. All of her past lovers wouldn't dare grab her like this, they'd probably think she would punch them in the dick if they even attempted to, but this man had no problem with it. He showed no fear or hesitation towards her, always possessively seizing her as if he owned her.
Like a Master?
Why, oh why did she call him that? Mere moments ago it pained her to call him "Sir," now she just upped the ante by calling him her Master. There was no way she could let that slip again. He wasn't her Master and she sure as hell was not his slave.
