







“The problem here is that you don’t seem to quite understand your place. When you gave yourself to me and said that you were mine, that means you are mine in every way. Everything of yours is mine. Your mouth,” he said as he slid his thumb along her tongue, deeper into her open, inviting hole. He moved closed and growled, “Your tits,” as his other hand slid down and twisted her nipple. She tried to gasp in pain, but the thumb in her mouth made it sound more like a wanton moan. This time she got right up in her ear and whispered forcefully, “Your pussy,” and his hand went further down, teasing her belly and hips as it cupped around her mons and pushed in with possessive force. “They are all mine,” he finished with emphasis.
“And by transitive properties, your orgasms are mine too.” He let the sentence linger in the moment to see if she could follow along. She was still dazed from his roaming hand and didn’t offer up any response fast enough.
“I think your punishment this time shall be earning your next orgasm. To that end, we’ll start by reminding you just how little I need your pussy for my own pleasure.” And with that, he began to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants and unzip his fly. “Take out your treat, you naughty little girl,” he spoke while thrusting his hips toward her face.
She greedily reached into his shorts and pulled out his rapidly swelling cock. It was all she could think about anymore, now that it was right in front of her face. She instinctively began to move it toward her mouth, but he interrupted her with his commanding words. “Don’t you dare put my delicious dick in your mouth. You need to learn to follow directions. You can start by working me over with your hands, tongue and lips. You haven’t earned the privilege of having me inside of you yet.”
Her mouth and her pussy began to salivate at the same time, getting expectantly wetter with each passing second. She licked her lips and then went to work on his cock.