Your cock is beautiful – 17

And to be honest, I really liked hearing it.

“Good girl.” I said, my voice still firm. I still wanted to push her father, I wanted to dominate her more.

“And what will you do if I decide to go out with Becky? Or with anyone else?” I asked.

She hesitated, looking away, but after only a few seconds she met my eyes again.

“I…I won’t do anything…” she said. “It’s none of my business…who…who else you want to fuck…Sir.”

She was repeating my words from last night, but it was clear she didn’t believe it. I could still see the jealousy and anger lurking behind her eyes. I still didn’t know if I even planned to be with anyone else, I’d mostly reacted the way I did out of anger towards her disobedience, not because I was really considering it.

But she’d said it, and that was enough for now. I could address it later.

“Good girl.” I said, allowing my voice to become softer. “You’re a good little slut for me, aren’t you?”

She nodded quickly, smiling, and I gestured for to come close. She got to her feet and sat down on my lap in one smooth motion. Her head went to that familiar place between my neck and shoulder, and she planted a small kiss on my exposed collar bone.

“Oh yeah, something else.” I said.

“Yeah?” she breathed.

In my long, sleepless night, I’d looked up this ‘non-contact orgasm’ thing. It seemed it was possible for some women to orgasm without even touching their pussy, and some women could get off just from giving head. Usually only women with incredibly sensitive bodies, or a very high sex drive could pull it off, and it even said doing those “kegel” exercises was usually the key.

“The only time you’re allowed to cum without my permission is when my cock is in your throat. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She giggled again, and kissed my neck. “Thank you.”

There was a moment of calm silence before she spoke.

“Um…Sir?” she said softly.

It felt like she was testing out the waters in regards to calling me ‘Sir’. This was the first time she’d used it like a real title, like a real name. I really, really liked it.

I looked down at her, and she was clearly waiting for a reaction.

“What is it, Mia?” I asked softly.

“Will you kiss me? Please?” she asked, her eyes wide.

I smiled at her, and she returned it. I kissed her softly, gently, but she once again pushed her tongue into my mouth with an intense passion. I lost myself in the sensation, releasing my tight control, and just letting myself enjoy it.

Our kissing became almost frenzied as our tongues moved together, and we held each other tightly. She turned quickly and wrapped her legs around my waist, clinging tight to me as my erection pushed against her leg through my jeans. I was soon pulling hard on her hair, and biting down on her lip as she moaned and wriggled on my lap, her hands holding on to my face. The second her flesh slipped from between my teeth, she slid her tongue back into my mouth and continued the kiss.

I loved this, this moment, being with her. But just like always, it ended far too quickly. She jumped and snapped her head towards my open door, as we heard the front door open. Stella was home. She let out a little growl of frustration and turned back to me.

I was too tired for any of this to surprise, or worry me.

“Go.” I said calmly, sighing.

She smiled and stole one quick kiss from my closed lips before jumping off my lap. She gathered her clothes in her arms and turned to me at the door.

“I’ll see you later?” she said, wrinkling her nose as she realized she’d phrased it as a question.

“Bye Mia.” I said, smiling.

“Bye.” she said quickly, “I love you.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

Her face lit up with that pure, genuine smile.

“Now get into bed, before Stella comes to check on you.” I said.

“Ok. I mean…yes, Sir.” she said lightly, giggling. She turned and ran quietly across the hall.

I sighed and lay back on the bed. My mind was buzzing, despite the creeping pull of sleep deprivation. I thought about Mia, and all the plans I had for her. Our relationship, however strange and depraved it seemed to be, was just beginning. I owned her, and I was going to enjoy it in every way I could.