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Lana smiled shyly up at him as he opened the door, but her smile faltered as she was greeted with a broad expanse of solid naked male chest. She suddenly felt very small. She could not tear her eyes off him even as she stepped into the room, her hands clasping together in front of her, fingers twisting. Her eyes sliding down that mouthwatering male body to his waist, then drawn down further by sheer curiosity. Her eyes widened when she saw the solid length of his cock outlined by his silk pants. It was immediately apparent he held no resemblance to the skinny preacher’s son she had sucked.



For the first time, she worried she had made the wrong choice. This was far, far different than anything she had experienced before. And when she looked up into his eyes for the first time since knocking on the door, she looked a little frightened.



She watched him walk across the room, then looked around the room while he carefully poured the liquor. She immediately liked it. It was different than any room she had ever seen. Darker, richer, unequivocally male. It felt like HIS room, like it could never be anyone else’s room. Her eyes flicked to him again and she couldn’t help but feel that she would be the same. That after he was done with her, she would never be able to belong to anyone else but him. And she wasn’t sure how she felt about that, or how he would feel about that.



His crude statement rocked her. She physically flinched, swallowing hard. What had seemed so delicious and coveted in the steamy bathroom when she could feel his warm breath on her very core now seemed mysterious and dangerous and forbidden. Color flooded her cheeks, those pretty eyes big pools of disturbed milk chocolate.



She felt his scorn as he mentioned her faith, and her eyes slid away guiltily. It had never been her faith. Her lack of faith had been a constant point of contention between her and her parents. She had not quite wrapped her head around what he was offering when he came to her, offering her that glass of the devil’s liquid. Her jaw dropped in shock, and without thinking she protested,



“I’m not old enough to drink.”



THEN it hit her what he was offering, and she gasped, taking a step back from him. The idea of THAT going into her ASS was an abominable one. The only term she knew it by was the biblical one – sodomy. She violently shook her head, her voice a squeak of dismay.



“N…no….not there…”
 
Dominic knew that he was getting older, he was well aware of the fact that he wasn't as young as he used to be. Of course he had known that for a while, everyone who was past their thirties knew that their age would eventually catch up with them... but a few years ago that knowledge had been a distant and somewhat abstract thing. Now, every few weeks he would notice another sign of aging, another gray hair, the slight wrinkles were starting to grow more pronounced... and the most worrying thing was that he was starting to grow softer in the middle. It was something he still worked hard on but it took more and more work to maintain his physique, the dreaded dad bod was setting in.


Those concerns were in the back of his mind, tucked away in a distant corner, but they were driven away entirely when he saw the way that Lana looked like him. Sure, he might no longer be some rock hard sculpture of a human being in his late twenties but the girl was looking like him as though he was, stroking his ego the way that she would soon be stroking his body. It was as much a turn on as the body she was displaying beneath the skimpy negligee that she was wearing.


The shock on her face at his words made him chuckle softly to himself and her response to the offer of alcohol was no less amusing. Considering what he was up too, considering how she had just walked into the proverbial lions den, the fact that she was turning down a drink was delightfully innocent. He didn't make a habit of offering young women a drink, since it was normally quite counter to the discipline that he tried to instill in them, but Lana seemed like a special case. She was clever, she was bold (if nervous in equal measure), and her step father had actually made him feel a touch of pity, treating her like an adult in a way that wasn't entirely self serving seemed like the right thing to do.


OF course, her response to the realization that he might intend to fuck her in the ass was far less amusing to Dominic, his eyes narrowing a little bit in irritation. She was in no position to deny him anything and while he had offered her a choice it wasn't something that she would reject so rudely. For a few moments it was tempting to do just that, pin her down on the bed and slowly spread her ass wide open with his cock until she was too exhausted to fight back and his seed lay in a slowly cooling puddle on her lower back.


“I need to address two things.” He said, keeping his voice level as he drained the last of the scotch and setting the glass down on a nearby dresser, delicate in the action so he wouldn't scratch the highly polished wood. “The first is your misconception regarding your age and what you can do here. If I offer you a drink then you are absolutely permitted to enjoy it, most girls your age are drinking whatever cheap rye and low quality keg beer that a second string lineman can ply them with... you just turned down single malt scotch that is older then you are.” There wasn't any judgment there, no scorn or mockery, while she wasn't an equal he was talking to her as though she was an adult, in part because the girl had earned in and in part because he suspected that would be the best way to ensure she wanted to please him.


With a father figure like her step father, a little bit of respect from an adult would be payed back in droves.


“The other thing...” And now there was an edge in his voice, the slightest hint of danger, the exact tone he had used earlier when she tried to storm off. A single step closed what little distance was between them, able to feel the light fabric she was wearing ever so lightly brush against his bare chest. Reaching up, catching her chin between his thumb and a curled forefinger, lifting her face so she would be forced to look into his eyes, not wanting to give her a chance to look away. “You won't be denying me anything, if and when I decide that I want your ass then I expect you to offer it to me enthusiastically... but since this is your first night I will be showing some leniency.”


Leaning in, his lips brushed over hers, the girl might have been caught sucking a cock but he was reasonably confident that she hadn't been properly kissed before, not by someone who really knew what they were doing. This wasn't quite a proper kiss, this was the hint of one, the start of one, feather light contact that would catch her attention and draw her in before he pulled away, the fingers on her chin keeping her from following the kiss. “Since you were so rude with my last offer I am hesitant to offer you a choice, at least one you don't have to earn.” A slight smirk on his face, looking forward to what would follow. “Why don't you show me the skills that got you sent here, if you impress me then the punishment will be a simple spanking, if you can't impress me then we will need to get creative.”


A lot of threat could be carried by a single word, creative, normally so mild but in that moment it was heavy with possibility.
 
Yes, she was flattered by the way he spoke to her. But it was a distant flattery that had no chance in the struggle between her vague insecurity’s of being alone and almost naked with a grown man in complete authority over her, standing on unfamiliar ground, dealing with unfamiliar expectations and pleasures. Her heart was pattering fast in her chest. She felt alive in ways she never had been. Everything was more acute. The deep vibrations of his voice. The air shifting across her naked thighs and the juicy plump lips of her pussy. Her breasts felt swollen and tight. Every breath felt heavy. There was no turning back now. Coming in this room, she had entered the point of no return.



As soon as she realized, that, she also realized she didn’t WANT to turn back. This was where she needed to be right now. In this room, with him. Legs feeling weak as he leaned forward. Smelling the sharp sweetness of the alcohol as his lips touched hers. Feather light, and soft and gentle. Yet commanding. How she sensed this what made her feel like he had claimed her fate in that moment, she could not even begin to process. When his lips pulled away her body instinctively leaned in. Prevented by his mere touch.



She could only blush and kneel, pretty and sweet and anxious. Worried gentle brown eyes peeking up at him, her skin prickling at the sight of his small smile. Feeling more at home at his feet than she ever had in her life, and horribly embarrassed about it.



This was not the rushed excited heart-pounding moment when the boy in the bathroom had clumsily pushed her to her knees, pulled out his cock and shoved it in her face with an urgent trembling, “Suck it”.



His calm assurance lent a steadiness to her fluttering frightened heart. His overwhelming command of himself, of her, of the entire situation removed any fretting worry about whether she should be here doing this.



Small fumbling fingers tugged at the waistband of his pajama pants. Eyes widening as they slid down his burly thighs, exposing his hard cock, raised veins already pulsing. The heavy sac cradled between his thighs. She studied him as she had not had a chance to do in that rushed bathroom not long ago. Taking him in, eyes touching him from the slit in the swollen tip all the way up to the thick root.



Her mouth watered.



Soft fingers brushed over his skin, her eyes softening, reflecting the sense of awe that filled her slutty little heart as she marveled at this fascinating thing. She petted him, her fingers running gently over his skin, testing the velvety spongy flesh wrapped around what felt like a steel core.

She was a puddle of light kneeling before his darkness in the gauzy white lingerie, her flame-red hair spilling over her shoulders as she peeked up at him again. The flush on her cheeks darkening when she met his eyes. Immediately looking away, back down to the cock pulsing in her fingers.



It wasn’t the clumsy, embarrassing encounter before in that bathroom that led her further. It was an instinctive delight in her heart. The sense of being exactly where she belonged, kneeling at the feet of a man, ready to taste his cock. She leaned in.



Warm silk breath fluttering against him before that candy pink tongue slid out. Curling around the bulbous tip. Tasting him as her eyes closed in a spasm of sheer delight.



She explored him with her tongue. Taking her time. So captivated by this firm throbbing flesh she actually forgot about the man attached to it. That wicked little tongue sliding up and down. Tracing ridges and valleys. Seeking out the crevices and wiggling her tongue there. Lifting him, impulse driving her deeper. Warm soft tongue flitting against the thin skin of his sac, her breath curling warmly against his thighs.



It was now, not back in that church bathroom, that Lana fell in love with cock. More specifically, she fell in love with the cock she was worshipping with her mouth. Almost reluctantly leaving that delightful sac of jiggling orbs. Tongue dragging down the underside of his cock to the tip. Wrapping her lips around him for the first time, enveloping his swollen cockhead in the warm soft wetness of her mouth.



She suckled there experimentally. He was larger than the boy had been. Her mouth tugged on him, softly pulling. Slowly taking more and more of him, her fierce curls bobbing up and down on his cock now, a little moan of pleasure vibrating against his hot flesh.
 
Though he was significantly older then the young man who had gotten her into this trouble Dominic was still a man who possessed all the same desires and instincts. His age and experiences had done nothing to dull those things, if anything those things had only grown sharpener with time, honed to a level that a younger man could never truly match. When allowed free reign his passions would eclipse anything that some boy still in high school or even college could offer.

But he also had control, rigid self-discipline that allowed him to master those desires. As she sank to her knees and her shaking fingers began to pull down his pants he clenched his fists tightly, resisting the almost overpowering urge to grab the sides of her head and fuck her face until she was a choking, drooling mess, gazing up at him with tears and his cum running down his face. This moment wasn’t just giving her a chance for her to earn some form of mercy from him, it was about showing her a contrast between the young man whom she had fooled around with and a proper man who was truly worthy of her attention.



The touch of her fingers drew the first sound from him, a slow exhale indicating the pleasure at the contact. Dominic wanted to give her a chance to explore, a little time to experience what had gotten her in so much trouble. The initial reaction told him all he needed to know, the girl was truly innocent and had almost no experience. Though he did not know the details, as none had been passed onto him, he could easily picture how that singular encounter had gone. Lana being pressured into kneeling and having a cock quickly shoved into her mouth, not given any time to examine it, to experience it before to try and pleasure someone who lacked even an ounce of patience.



When she looked up, perhaps seeking his approval, she was met with a gentle smile and the slightest nod, encouraging her to do as she wanted. If the girl proved to be entirely helpless then he would assist her, taking a direct role in teaching her the basics. The blush that spread over her face was a delightful touch, turning the gentle smile into a slight smirk as she looked away from his eyes again. It almost made him laugh, though he restrained himself, that she was more comfortable in that moment gazing at his cock rather than looking him in the eye.



The touch of her tongue earned the first proper sign of his approval, his hands unclenching, the right hand reaching out to lightly brush over the top of her head, careful not to interrupt her or direct her attention away from her worshipful oral ministrations. “That’s very good.” He praised her as her tongue teased over his balls, repeating the light motion of his hand over her head, stroking her, almost petting her in a sign of his approval. Her actions were actually making him second guess her a little, was it possible that this girl had move experience than anyone had suspected, could it be that he had somehow misjudged her?



Those thoughts were driven from his mind right away when her tongue ran along the underside of his cock and her mouth took in the head a moment later. That was truly unexpected, the hum that accompanied the action almost enough to make his knees feel a little weak, his body twitching as he took a few deep breaths to master himself once more. “That is really fucking good.” His voice was thicker in that moment, deeper and huskier. The hand running over her head paused before wrapping itself in her hair, enjoying the feel of the locks between his fingers. “Take your time, you won’t be able to deep throat me on your first attempt.” Now was the time to start providing guidance, her instincts had done beautiful thus far but he knew a little instruction would help.



“You have two hands.” He reminded her, speaking softly. “One of them can stroke however much of my shaft you can’t reach with your lips and tongue, using your spit help the strokes. Your other hand can help the first but right now I want you to use it to touch yourself, you are doing a very good job and I want you to enjoy this.” Not that he didn’t suspect she was enjoying herself, but this little bit of consideration would likely go a long way for her loyalty and desire to please him.
 
The instincts Lana had been battling for months under the guidance of her mother and stepfather served her well here in this dark bedroom. Her body hummed with life, pleasant warmth tingled in her loins. She soaked in his approval, every cell in her body attuned to him. Quivering, watchful for any sign of pleasure, displeasure, approval…anything. Tucking away that knowledge in the back of her mind. He liked her hands, but preferred her tongue. The underside of his cock was sensitive, she had felt the muscles in his thighs quiver where her hands rested. He liked being in her mouth best though. She heard it in his voice, felt it in his body. And though she didn’t understand, she also felt the restraint as his fingers slid through her wild mass of silky hair, curling with light encouraging tugs.



Two hands.



It took a moment to soak in what he was telling her, but then soft fingers wrapped around the thick root of his cock, stroking experimentally. At first it was clumsy, betraying her inexperience. Her hand and mouth confused, out of synch. But it wasn’t long before she fell into an age old rhythm. Wet lewd sounds rising as she sucked, her fingers closed firmly around him, smearing her drool all over him.



She spread her legs, letting her other hand slide between them as he had told her. Hesitantly touching herself. She had not masturbated often. Her stepfather had insisted his children sleep with their bedroom doors open, and regularly patrolled on stealthy silent feet on his way to the bathroom. So the few times she HAD masturbated had been frantic urgent movements under covers, with a wary eye and listening ear kept on the hallway outside. Masturbating in front of someone was a new concept, and a hot flush crept down her cheeks as she clumsily slid her fingers against her over-heated, dripping cunt.



Adjusting to that took even less time. It was only a few minutes before she was mewling around his cock as she sucked him, her hips twitching greedily under the enticing gown. Her fingers growing slick with her juices as she rubbed her swollen clit. She loved the taste of his skin. Salty with a faint taste of musk…male and delicious. She wondered what she would taste like. Before her mind could catch up with what she intended to do, her mouth came off him with a wet plop. Glistening fingers coming from between her thighs and sliding against the bulbous tip leaving a glistening smear of her pussy juices on him. She leaned in, her tongue experimentally lapping. Tasting herself on his cock. Her empty little cunt clenched on itself.



Fingers once again toying with her pussy, gliding against the plump lips, rubbing against her clit. Mouth going back over him with a happy little sound. Cock-swollen lips attaching themselves to his thick meat, plunging up and down. In her eagerness she went too far. Breaking out into gagging coughs when his dick hit the back of her throat. Coming off his cock again with a hacking sound, thin strands of drool quivering in the air, stretching from her lips to his cock. Tits heaving as she sucked in a ragged breath, involuntary tears burning in her eyes.
 
The movement of her hand when she started to work it in tandem with her mouth confirmed for Dominic that she was not particularly experienced, it was clumsy though her eagerness to please more then made up for that. However she adjusted and learned so quickly that she was clearly a natural, the word prodigy coming to mind and bringing a grin to his face for a few moments. The girls he took in would return to any kind of life they desired but Lana would make a first class escort if she chose to do so, Dominic would be happy to shell out a few thousand dollars for a night with her and she hadn’t even started learned what she was doing properly.

And then the girl upped her game, stopping for a moment to smear herself onto his cock and then returning to her task with gusto, clearly loosing herself in the moment. More then just the physical pleasure, the raw enthusiasm the girl was showing for pleasing him was rapidly rushing Dominic to the edge... and that was something he just couldn’t permit.

Fortunately, at least for him, before he had to restrain the girl she pushed herself to far and pulled back, flush and struggling for breath. The hand in her hair tightened for a moment to ensure she didn’t try to rush back to sucking his cock, giving himself a chance to pull back from the edge though the look on her face almost pushed him to far, a single moment of stimulation away from painting her face with his seed.

“I did tell you to impress me.” He exhaled slowly, taking his own deep breaths to regain mastery of his own desires. If he wasn’t careful, if he didn’t restrain himself, he would just drag the girl to the ground and fuck her without restraint or concern for her needs.

Placing a hand under her chin he used gentle pressure there along with careful lifting from the hand in her hair to encourage her to stand. He remained silent, releasing hair and chin as he took her hand and led her towards the bed, lifting so she sat on the edge just as he had placed her on the edge of the sink to shave her, kneeling again as he pushed her legs open.

Just as Lana had done just a few minutes before Dominic took his time, running his fingers over her thighs all the way up to her freshly shaved pussy, delicate pressure spreading her open for his inspection. Slow breaths teased her moist folds, her feminine scent almost enough to make his head swim, before him was a young woman who was absolutely special, a rare treat that he intended to savor.

Then, just the tip of his tongue, a slow delicate teasing of her spread open pussy, tongue circling around her clit without making direct contact, looking to reward the girl for her enthusiasm and knowing exactly what to do.
 
Even as she caught her breath, Lana was pleased. A glimmer of pride reflecting in her eyes at his spare praise. His touch told her exactly what he wanted and she rose on trembling legs. Looking up at him with flushed cheeks and sticky fingers. The edge of the bed struck her thighs and she obediently sat, his hands spreading her legs effortlessly. Her body was already his, obeying him even before her mind adjusted to what he wanted of her. She looked curiously at his stiff cock bobbing in front of her. Licking her lips as she wondered…would he fuck her now? She hoped so, she wanted desperately to be fucked. More specifically, to be fucked by HIM, a masterful man instead of a rushed inexperienced boy.



She blushed as she was once again exposed to his heated eyes. Her sex glistening and flush with pleasure, eager clit puffy and pink. He knelt before her and her head tilted to the side, confused. Was he checking the cut again? It didn’t hurt anymore, she hadn’t even noticed any pain when she was playing with her pussy. Now that she was thinking of it though, there was a small sting. But nothing that he should worr….



His fingers spread her lips, his warm breath slid over her over-heated flesh and she shivered, swallowing hard. She blinked down at him as he breathed in again, then jumped slightly when his tongue flickered out and slid against her obscenely soft skin. The pleasure was intense, but something felt…off. It was all wrong. It had felt so right kneeling at his feet with his cock in her mouth, but now things were reverse, he was kneeling before her, his mouth pleasuring her….and it made her uneasy despite the intense pleasure he gave her.



Her hips squirmed uneasily as his stubble scraped against her inner thighs. No longer able to look down at him, unable to work out why the sight of him on his knees between her legs made her so unsettled. The flush on her cheeks had more to do with how embarrassing it all felt rather than the pleasure as his experienced tongue worked its magic on her cunt. What did he expect of her? She didn’t know what he wanted from her, didn’t know what to do. Anxious tears burned her eyes as she worried and fretted. She wasn’t whimpering with pleasure, wasn’t wiggling in delight. On the contrary, her body grew steadily stiller, almost cold as she sank deeper and deeper into her uneasiness.
 
Dominic could be a sadist, not a particularly cruel one when compared to some of the monsters of fiction and reality that he was familiar with, but he was a man who enjoyed inflicting pain upon gorgeous young women. That was not a one sided desire though, he also took immense pleasure in giving pleasure and it came from the same place. He was a man who enjoyed power, he enjoyed having it and exploiting it.



He had enjoyed spanking her earlier, the way her body moved and her breathing changed as he had helped something awaken within her.

He had very much enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on his cock, watching and feeling as she went through a similar awakening.



And he would have enjoyed eating her pretty little pussy if she had been even a little bit responsive to his attentions. It was frustrating though, he was a man with decades of experience and a man who took great pleasure in what he was doing, but the girl was doing little more than breathing even as he worked his best oral charms upon her. Tricks with his tongue that would make a young woman arch her back and beg for more seemed to do almost nothing and Dominic was actually starting to grow angry. Was it possible that this girl wasn’t able to feel what he was doing, a physiological or psychosomatic issue that prevented her from experiencing the pleasures that he was able to offer?

Or could it be something more?



The fingers on her thighs tightened for a moment, an unconscious expression of his frustration and his sadism all at once, as he rose to his feet, towering over her with a darkness showing in his eyes, a storm that could unleash a furious deluge without more than a moment’s notice. Leaning forward, his body over hers and his cock resting against her thigh, the head resting every so perfectly against the lips of her ripe and ready cunt. His right hand though found her throat and tightened, not so much to actually choke her but a light pressure to ensure he had her attention and breathing wouldn’t be as easy as if normal. “You don’t appreciate my attentions?” He asked, voice low, lips inches from her own as his eyes bored into hers.



There was a danger there, she was balanced on a knife edge without intending too. The wrong response to his question could see her punished harshly, strung up and caned until she was weeping and unable to stand… and the right response could see her penetrated in a moment and fucked until she was weeping and unable to stand.

Each breath brought his chest into contact with her breasts, caused his cock to shift up and down along her slit, his powerful body practically trembling with anticipation.
 
His fingers digging into her thighs were her only warning before he was in her face. His dark eyes glittering threateningly as his deceptively calm voice delivered that question. But she knew he wasn’t calm. His hard body loomed over her with a restrained savage fury that left her breathless with fear. The prey in her sensed the rage that was about to be unleashed on her, and it brought her to instant tears.



She drew in a ragged breath. Feeling the silkiness of her nightgown sliding against her breasts. Frightened, tearful eyes blinking up at him. “Y…yes…I mean….Umm….” She didn’t understand it herself, much less find the words to explain it to him. The threat lurched closer, darkening in his eyes.



“It felt very nice…” She whispered, hoping the words would ease the anger she saw growing. But as soon as she said it she knew it was a mistake. Nice did not even begin to define the pleasure she had gotten from sucking him, and if he had told her it had been nice she would have been embarrassed and offended. No, it HAD been more than nice. Physically, it had felt amazing. But her mind had gotten in the way of her feelings.



“I mean….” She went silent, frustrated tears dribbling out of her eyes. And finally desperation lent her clumsy explanation in a rush of words. “I am so sorry! It felt all wrong though. It should be me on my knees in front of you. Me with my mouth on you. Not the other way around.”



She was horrified at her boldness. Who was she, to tell him what was wrong and right? She had no experience, and clearly he knew exactly what he was doing. But she didn’t know what else to say. Could only lie there under him, trembling with fear, his stiff cock lying against her thigh as his fingers pressed in on her neck, reminding her of his power.
 
The anger in his eyes didn’t vanish but it did soften a little at her words, the storm that had been moments away from bursting worth was a little further away. He remained silent as he spoke, still breathing heavily, his hand still around her throat and squeezing, but he was listening carefully with his eyes locked on hers as he sought any sign that she might be trying to deceive him. It might be unlikely but he was suspicious, her words were absolute perfection and any man should be suspicious when they heard just what they always wanted to hear.



Lana was presenting a fantastic contrast to him, innocent and needing to be taught but at the same time she was naturally submissive with a masochistic streak. If he had been told to describe his dream plaything then Lana would match it to a T, an angel pulled forth from his dreams and almost literally begging to be abused.



With hand still around her throat and eyes locked on hers Dominic finally gave a sign that he had made up his mind, a small smile spreading and the anger fading from his eyes, replaced with genuine delight. The odds of this girl not being what she seemed had to be astronomically low, the only way it could have happened was if a friend of his had decided to play the most delightful trick on him… and even if that was somehow the case it made sense to enjoy it while he could.

And if she was genuine… perhaps he had found one worth keeping to himself.



“You do belong on your knees.” He agreed with her, fingers around her throat flexing, a little tighter and relaxing again, trying to match her breathing, restricting one breath and allowing her to take the next without any real difficulty. “There is so much that I look forward to teaching you.” The edge of danger in his voice was gone, replaced with anticipation as he slowly straightened up, releasing her neck as he stood straight once more, and his cock just barely starting to spread her open before an idle shift of his hips separated them once more.

Stepping from his pants, now entirely naked, he climbed up onto the bed, moving past her and seemingly ignoring her for a moment as he settled into place, sitting back on the bed with some pillows and the headboard to support him. For a few moments he sat there, just watching her, silently judging her. “I don’t know what you are waiting for cunt.” He growled, the earlier kindness gone, it wasn’t kindness she craved, it wasn’t really tenderness that she needed. “If you want me to fuck you then I am going to need a lot more than a clumsy bit of tongue work.”

The punishment he had in mind for her had changed, the girl wasn’t going to suffer a simple spanking, she was going to be brought to the edge and left there, a night of sexual frustration that would lead into a day of the same while he used her however he might like... the girl would have a very sore jaw before she got any release.
 
The tension was thick as they stared at each other. The awareness of the tip of his cock throbbing against her slick hot flesh came slowly to her, but once there it was irresistible. She found her hips wiggling, desperately seeking more of him. Her empty pussy throbbing, aching for him. Long naked legs sliding further and further apart, his hard body settling in between them, cradled against her heat. When that wicked smile curled his lips relief rushed through her. It felt as if her heart started beating again. His fingers on her throat flexing to the rhythm set by her breath. Leaving her struggling for breath one second, plump breasts heaving underneath the white silk, then the next breath going lax, allowing her to breath freely.



When he stood, she instantly missed him. Without his body looming over her she felt colder. More alone. She sat up, pulling her knees up to her chest, an unconscious defensive gesture that betrayed her uncertainty. Watching with naked hungry eyes as he stripped, settling onto the bed and staring at her with those dark, expectant eyes. She stirred uneasily. Looked around the room, unable to bear that piercing, knowing stare. Then his rough voice ground out and she jerked, startled.



Cunt.



The word was like a slap in the face, and she paled as she blinked at him. Never before had she been called such. In fact, she had heard it only several times, when a neighbor had been cussing out his girlfriend. It sounded like such a cruel word, why did it make her empty pussy twitch happily? Why did it make that happy warmth pool in her belly. She licked suddenly dry lips, confused. Hurt. She had tried so hard, but clearly she had a lot to learn. Clumsy tongue work? She fought back against the rush of embarrassment, wanting to melt into the floor and disappear. He had changed swiftly, from that patient kind man to…she wasn’t sure what he was now. But she knew what he was doing to her. Sending all sorts of delightful feelings through her body. But what did he want her to do? She knew what she WANTED to do, though she would never have the boldness to admit it. Or do it, likely.



She bit her bottom lip as she considered. And finally she decided to admit her ignorance.



“I…I don’t know what you want me to do…”
 
There it was, the word he had chosen got the perfect response from her and brought a smirk to Dominic’s face. It was possible that he had misjudged things earlier, after the interaction with her step father he had suspected the best approach to her would be stern but compassionate authority figure, a better father figure then what she was provided with… but it seemed that cruelty might be the way to get the best out of her even if it left her speechless. The challenge actually pleased him, being wrong might be disappointing but Dominic was being presented with something he hadn’t truly expected, complications beyond the simple case that Lana had first appeared to be.



“You don’t know what I want you to do?” He repeated, speaking slowly as though he was having trouble comprehending how she couldn’t understand something so simple and obvious. Of course it was rather easy for him to grasp it, before he had taken control though it had been an indirect sort of approach, guiding her gently rather than letting her try to figure out how to anticipate what it was that he desired from her. If she hadn’t responded so perfectly to the cruel choice of words then he would have been patient in that moment, letting her learn at her own pace to reward her for responding so perfectly to his every instruction since she had entered the room…

But she had enjoyed being called cunt and Dominic did want her to enjoy herself, wanted to help her explore a side of herself that would no doubt be brand new to her.



Leaning forward he reached out, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her closer, no longer gentle and compassionate, now giving her what she secretly desired. With a hand in her hair his other hand lashed out, an open palm across her face. The blow wasn’t particularly hard but as with the spanking earlier it was struck with experience and measured force, hand cupped to reduce the pain of the blow and also make sure the sound of the slap echoed in the room. He wanted to hurt her but he also knew that too much too quickly ruin her.

“I shouldn’t have to explain this to you.” He whispered, wanting her to have to listen closely to catch his words after the blow he had struck. “Use your hands, your mouth, your tits, your fucking ass… you are here right now to make me feel good. You can suck my cock, you can lick my ass, you can even massage my fucking feet if you think that will be good enough but every moment you aren’t working to please me is a moment wasted.” Another slap, the same as the first, making sure that he had her attention.

The grip in her hair was used to pull her closer, forcing her to straddle him, feeling his cock pressing against her and wanting nothing more than to simply fuck her. “You can get to work or I can lay you at the edge of the bed and just fuck your throat…” Pushing back he released her hair, sneering a little bit, waiting to see what would come next.

“Impress me.” Simple final words, giving her a chance to get creative.
 
Of all the things Lana had been expecting as a response to her question, the one she got was definitely unexpected. She flinched when he lunged towards her and probably would have run if the opportunity had presented itself. It did not. A loud screech shattered the room as his fingers curled cruelly in her hair, dragging her across the bed to him unceremoniously. She had no choice but to go, completely off balance. Slender, naked arms and legs flailing wildly. Her knee caught on the fragile nightgown she wore, pinning it to the bed underneath her for a half second too long as her body was dragged forward. The thin material stretched – almost to the point of ripping. Though it remained intact, the material stretched to the point that one tight juicy tit spilled out, her dark pink nipple tightening eagerly at the brush of cooler air against it.



She never saw his slap coming either, her head rocking to the side under the force of it, her cheek blushing a pretty red blotch. An even louder cry echoing the crack of his hand on her cheek. It didn’t really hurt that bad, though it definitely stung. But it shocked and frightened her, and she blinked up at him with tearful, panicked eyes as his dark voice whispered. She was at this point utterly attuned to him. The sudden unexpected violence had brought every inch of her focus onto him, the rest of the world vanished. Her worries, memories, uncertainties…they were gone and replaced with him. She listened in shock to the crude words, obscene visions springing in her mind like flipped flashcards as he recited some of her options. Whether it was his words, his tone, the slap, his naked body against hers, she didn’t know. All that she knew was that she turned into a puddle of needy, soft female flesh. She soaked up his next slap without even a real cry, merely a mewling needy sound. She trembled against him as he dragged her body against his, the movement dragging her little night gown up over her hips, baring her dripping cunt against his thigh.



Pure needy instinct drove her. Her leg sliding over his hairy thigh, settling her sticky little cunt on it and rolling her thighs. All trace of modesty and embarrassment and hesitation vanished under the savage need his cruelty had stoked in her. She wasn’t even thinking anymore. She was a desperate animal driven to please him by something inside her she did not understand. Nor did she care that she didn’t understand. His unleashed violence had driven every concern she had except for making him happy and earning the reward of his dick right out of her over-active mind. She slid that slippery little cunt down his leg until her face could easily reach his cock. Joyfully returning to her first pleasures. Her breath hot and eager as she slurped him back into her mouth. A bitch in heat squirming and humping on his leg, mewling around his cock as she gobbled it frantically. Small fingers remembering to wrap around the bottom, stroking him. At first clumsily, but she caught her rhythm even quicker this time. Her other hand slipping between his thighs. Finding his heavy sac and fondling it gently, rolling the orbs between her fingers.



Curiosity drove those fingers lower. Drifting from his sac to the narrow channel between his asscheeks, marveling at the soft puckered skin of his ass. She remembered what he had said about that, and was shocked again. Another mental image flickering that drove her mouth of his cock. Lapping at his sac before following her fingers before. One hand still gripping his throbbing meat, stroking as her fluttering, curious little tongue found his asshole, lapping like a kitten drinking milk.
 
He knew she was desperate for approval and affection but as Lana began to grind herself against his leg and set to work sucking his cock once again Dominic was actually a little taken aback. Of course he wasn’t going to stop her, the very notion never crossed his mind, but it was shocking to see how she got to work right away and did so with gusto. Normally it took weeks or even months of work to get a young lady to this point, cruelties both subtle and direct needed to break them down so they were able to do whatever it took for his approval and a reprieve... but Lana was acting without a shred of shame after what was really rather light behavior from him. The last young lady, the first one he could really contrast Lana with, had been a stubborn bitch who had tried to defy him at every turn until he had forced her to sleep in a cage at the food of his bed and pissed on her face rather then go into the bathroom in the middle of the night...

And all Dominic could do was wonder if Lana would enjoy such an experience... if she would like suffering such depraved humiliations.

As she ground against his leg he shifted slightly, pressing against her, giving her a little more stimulation, no overt reward but a subtle indication that he was pleased.

And a few moments later there was a far less subtle sign of his pleasure, as questing exploring fingers were replaced by her tongue teasing over a portion of his anatomy that normally required quite a bit of force to get girls to familiarize themselves with in such an intimate way. “Christ...” he hadn’t intended to whisper the word but it escaped his mouth almost immediately as his eyes went wide for a moment. “You are a filthy fucking slut.” A hurried insult to cover up just how pleased he was with her.

Reaching down his right hand gripped her head, forcing her to press further against his ass, no subtle encouragement now but instead working to make her push her tongue deeper. His left hand ran over her back, carefully trimmed nails scratching over the smooth flesh before he carefully slid a single finger into the hot wet depths of her pussy, teasing her for a few moments before the finger was withdrawn and pressed against her ass.

“If you keep this up I might just let you leave here a Virgin.” He teased, slowly teasing the tip of his finger into her. “A talented mouth and a tight ass... your pussy is almost redundant.” The finger was slowly worked deeper, twisting in time to her grinding. “I could pierce your cunt lips, running rings between both sides so you can’t be penetrated, I could use your body in ways you can’t imagine but make sure you are fit to wear white at your wedding.”

A twisted lie, but he wanted to see what the threat would do to her.
 
Not that she actively tried to remember, but Lana couldn’t think of a time she was happier. She was utterly content, completely at home. She had heard people use a term before she never really understood….’I was born for this.’ NOW she understood. It really was as if she were born for this, sucking cock. Pleasing the man who had all but terrorized her. Yes, there was embarrassment. Even a little bit of shame now. That had started to come back after the initial panic.



But the sheer RIGHTNESS her body instinctively felt more than made up for it. She loved everything about it. Loved his flexing leg muscles that brought her soaked pussy such hot pleasure. Loved the satiny feel of his cock with that steel core. Loved how the rough hair on his inner thighs scraped against her blushing cheeks. Loved how absolutely dirty she felt as she licked at his asshole. It didn’t taste bad, she had been worried about that. He was very clean. It just tasted like him.



She actually squirmed as he all but snarled out that obscene insult. It didn’t sound like an insult. Her hips jerked against his leg, and she whimpered against his ass. She WAS a filthy fucking slut, and she was loving every second of being one. She knew if anyone ever knew she had done this, tongued a man’s ass, she would simply die of humiliation. It was depraved. Sick. She was certain even the boy who had enjoyed stuffing his cock in her mouth would be horrified if he heard of what she was doing now – less than 24 hours after being dropped off at this ‘school’ by her step-father. Half naked, humping a man’s leg, her tongue fluttering at his flexing asshole.



She started to pull away, wanting to go back to his cock. But he wasn’t having it. His hand flew down, all but slapping her in the back of the head as he drove her face deeper between his asscheeks. It was so unexpected, the force of it forced her wet tongue right into the hole she had been giving so much attention to. Again she tried to pull back, shocked and uncertain. Again, he wasn’t having it. His firm hand in her hair kept her there, and finally contented with knowing he liked it, she went to work. Sliding that wicked, eager tongue in and out of his asshole, lips suckling gently around his sphincter.



She wiggled, a happy little slut, as he ran his nails down her back over the silky material and her long hair, fingers meeting firm naked ass where her gown had pulled up. She gasped when his finger slipped into her cunt. It greeted him eagerly, tightening around his finger. Slick hot juicy girl-flesh. A thick moan shivered out of her lips between his asscheeks. But her delight went cold as he mused about her ‘reward”, and she frowned. She didn’t want to leave this room a virgin. She ACHED for his cock inside her. And she wasn’t sure how she felt about the piercing idea at all, it sounded painful. And entirely unsatisfactory.



Her happy squirming ceased. Her body tensing unhappily. She tried to pull her face up out of his ass, but his unyielding hand refused her that option. She could only make unintelligible, disapproving noises that his ass soaked up, the sound vibrating against that sensitive soft skin.
 
There it was, a proper reaction to what he was saying and Dominic was pleased to know that he had found a threat that would have an impact upon her. There were many things he could do that he knew would cause her to suffer, creative torments that she wouldn’t be able to understand until she had experienced them, but a threat that would actually frighten her while still being something she could comprehend was something quite useful to hold onto. He knew she couldn’t see him, he knew that she had an extremely limited view at that moment, even as his ass muffled her objections, but if she had been able to look upward she would have seen a twisted grin on his face even as his finger pressed deeper into her ass.



“You need to understand, your objections don’t matter.” He explained, tone still as patient as before, shifting his leg beneath her so she wouldn’t lose the stimulation from the grinding. “Your desires don’t matter. You are here to learn and the most important lesson is that you are whatever I want you to be.” The finger was suddenly withdrawn and her ass was given a quick slap, his other hand pulling her face up so she could look into his eyes.



Another smack, this time his hand shifted so his fingers would graze her cunt with the blow. “If I want you to be a piece of meat then that is what you are, if I want you to be breeding stock then you will spend your days barefoot and pregnant… and if I want you to be a virginal whore who takes it up the ass and can’t even rub your cunt for an ounce of pleasure then that is what you will be.”
 
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Even in the heat of passion, with her blood roaring in her veins and her body flushed and tingling and deliciously warm and wet, with sweat slicking her soft flesh and her cells vibrating to his every word, with his finger gouging painfully into her tight ass, and her mouth making love to his ass, Lana couldn’t handle what he so casually proposed.



It wasn’t the slaps that got her – even the one that had cracked so deliciously against her oozing cunt. Oh, she loved the slaps. Those delicious wet smacks that left her twitching and squirming in a bewildering mix of pain and pleasure, flesh burning and tingling and oh so warm. It was enough to drive her to even greater lengths to please him. But he – perhaps accidentally – pushed her too far, too fast.



She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by being a piece of meat, but it made her cunt purr so it must be good. She definitely wasn’t a fan of being a virginal whore either, her greedy pussy was far too insistent on getting violated. But the barefoot and pregnant…..for a girl raised with an absolute horror of pregnancy outside of marriage….she simply couldn’t adjust to that. Sex was forbidden as well – but pregnancy was the undeniable proof that a girl had shamed herself. It was, as she had been so carefully trained to believe, a lifelong badge of shame and scorn. The idea of being pregnant with no marriage ring…..she remembered when she had been a little girl and a teenager in her church had gotten pregnant. How the poor girl had been put in front of the church with her swelling belly, censured and forced to make a public apology, crying and shaking. Lana had only been six and cried for her – her parents had interrogated her later and when they discovered she had felt sorry for the girl she had been lectured and punished. Then the entire church had treated the girl like an outcast, her own family shunning her even as they reluctantly continued to provide for her. The poor girl had been used as an example to other girls in the church for years afterward, even after she had fled with her infant son. And now HE was talking about filling her belly with a baby. She would go home at the end of the year pregnant and shamed…..oh dear God what had she almost done?



Her body went dead still as she processed it all, the quiet growing tension for those few seconds his only warning before she exploded in a panic-driven frenzy. Sleek legs and arms thrashing as she jerked her head free of his grasp, tears stinging her eyes as strands of her hair was ripped out at her quick, forceful movement. She was trying to scrabble across the bed to get away from him, not even able to speak in her sudden terror. All she saw in her mind was herself alone, pregnant, shunned by everyone she knew and loved. Eyes wild as she made panicked grunting sounds, all traces of that curious soft sexual girl vanishing.
 
It wasn’t particularly difficult for Dominic to figure out what exactly he had said that got such a violent reaction, the girl actually ripping away some of her own hair in her attempt to escape from him. Of course, there really wasn’t anywhere that she could go, even if she got out of the room and the home itself she was miles away from anywhere that help might be found… and she was hardly dressed for the cold of the night. He let her pull away, let her have a little bit of space, watching her closely with a curious expression on his face. This was interesting, it wasn’t uncommon for there to be a young lady who had an intense reaction to the reality of the situation they were in, but to go from eager slut to terrified and quite obviously damaged young woman.

How he would deal with that was up in the air, Dominic knew how he normally dealt with this, often locking someone in a small cage and leaving them there until they were ready to behave themselves. Lana was different though, this girl was something truly special and he was thinking ahead rather than simply acting.

That alone gave him further pause, he hadn’t needed to think things through for quite some time, and it was territory he was not particularly familiar with. Normally he went with his previous experiences, adapting and reacting, but if Lana was something special and he did believe she was… then she should be treated as such. An individual rather than just another slut to be broken and trained.

Shaking his head, physically he broke himself out of the mindset of overthinking and shifted, sliding off the bed and rising to his feet. “You were doing so well.” He said, no real judgment in his voice, a note of disappointment but it was gentle and his next words gave context t that disappointment. “You were doing wonderfully and I pushed further then I should have.” Reaching down he scooped her up, able to easily lift her and easily hold her to his chest, squeezing softly so she would feel contained, safe and held close.



Affection, earlier he had come to the conclusion that affection was the key to this girl and he was returning to that tactic as he carried her from his bedroom and towards the room that he had given her, climbing onto the bed and shifting to his side, still holding her but giving her a chance to move and arrange herself comfortable. His own room was a darker place, one that was entirely his own space, the bedroom she was given had been designed to put a young woman at ease though, a seemingly safer place, and as he held her he thought that perhaps she would be more comfortable there, more open.

“You are going to tell me what you are thinking.” He spoke softly, tone making it clear there wasn’t going to be an argument, nothing in his behavior overly sexual but his cock still pressing against her, his need no less urgent even as he took time to ensure the girl felt safe.
 
He didn’t follow her. She didn’t really consciously notice that, but as soon as her bare feet hit the floor and she darted a few steps away, she sensed she wasn’t being chased. She turned and looked back at him as he sat on the bed, studying her. Still half expecting him to leap at her and grab her and throw her on the bed and slap her again. She knew without even thinking of it that if he did, those slaps would not turn her pussy into mush because they would be real punishments. Clearly though he had no interest in doing capturing her again. He just sat calmly watching her as if she had turned into a feral cat and he was waiting for her to calm down…which she supposed was pretty accurate. And she was calming already. Her pounding heart started to slow, the sudden coldness on her skin eased back into a normal warmth, and the panicked terror in her eyes began to fade.



And suddenly she was horribly embarrassed. Her cheeks blossoming almost as red as her hair. She had done it now. He would think she was a child, not worth spending the time and energy to teach her all those wonderful forbidden things. Her eyes slid down to the floor, spilling over her cheeks. Sniffling like the little girl she had just acted like. Wrapping her arms around her chest in an instinctive defensive gesture, her face hot under the thick curtain of hair. She didn’t even see him rise from the bed, as quietly as the most lethal of predators. When he spoke she flinched, but did not look up. Her tear-swollen eyes squeezing out more fat salty drops. So she was right. She had disappointed hi….no….he wasn’t blaming her.



His gentleness made her cry harder. Everyone always blamed her. Whatever had happened, it was her fault. That was how it had always been. But now, apparently, things were going to be different. Strong arms scooping her up, cradling her to his chest. She cried onto his bare shoulder as he carried her to her new bedroom, the steady thud of his heart the most comforting sound she had ever heard in her life.



“I’m so sorry”, she whimpered into his skin as he entered her new bedroom. She lifted her head slightly, looking around. It was so bright and pretty in here….it immediately started relaxing her. She expected him to put her to bed, but instead he got into it with her. She liked that. Liked curling into him as her steady flow of tears began to abate. Liked his cock still hard against her naked thigh. How had she gotten so lucky? She had come here expecting things to be so much worse than back home. Had been so intimidated by him at first. He had seemed stern and unyielding and disposed to believe the worst in her. But instead, she had found a genuinely kind man, who apparently indulged in a lot of depraved, wicked, terribly fun things she did not always understand. And she wanted to learn…wanted to learn badly. But…



“I can’t get pregnant.” She was equally as firm as he was. The horror of it threatening to break open again. “I just can’t.” She swiped at a few escaping tears, rubbing the wetness off her palm onto the bedding. Unconsciously, she then rested that hand on his warm chest, seeking out the comfort of that steady, strong heartbeat. “If I get pregnant everyone will hate me, I won’t be able to see my brothers and sisters ever again, I will have be censured in front of the whole church…” She was starting to cry again. “After Molly got censured they wouldn’t ever let her even be alone with the other girls in the church, cause she would have corrupted them, led them into sin.” The edge of panic was working its way back into her voice as her mind went back to that poor girl so many years ago. “And every time the preacher would talk about bastard babies everyone would look at Molly…”
 
She was vulnerable in that moment, so very vulnerable both emotionally and physically, and Dominic’s instincts screamed for him to take advantage of it right away. He could have her in a moment, pin her down, a hand over her mouth to smother screams that wouldn’t have been heard anyway, and plunge into her until she gave up the fight and learned to enjoy the pleasures that he could offer. Given her seemingly natural masochism and submissive streak he doubted it would take very long…



But those desires were repressed, at least for the moment. Lana was different and the novelty of that difference made it worth drawing things out. The pleasures of her flesh would be no less enjoyable to savor if he had to wait a little while longer, indeed her submission might be all the sweeter when it came naturally, without the need for intense threat or coercion.



He listened, patiently, made no move to address the tears that fell onto his chest, simply holding her and letting her speak. There was damage here in this girl, more than he had suspected, and that damage might have been what made her so unique, but at the same time it also meant that he had to take care when handling her. Like a block of marble, unexpected flaws could be used to the advantage of a sculptor who took care when handling it, but to act without care could ruin it entirely. There was an opportunity here and Lana might become something spectacular.

But at the same time, if he did not act with care then he could break the poor girl permanently, finish the task that others had inadvertently started.



“You might get pregnant.” He explained once she was done speaking, simply telling her the truth of the matter. “I provide birth control but it isn’t perfect.” Dominic was speaking slowly, giving her time to process what he said, and letting her figure things out. “Now, you are hardly the first girl to be in my care and I have not had a pregnancy yet so I hope that puts your mind at ease but you need to understand something.”

Reaching out, gentle pressure from two fingers beneath her chin, encouraging her to lift her head and look into his eyes. “You won’t have to return home after your year with me is complete.” He explained, normally he wasn’t so straight forward but he was already doing things differently so there was no reason not to continue the unorthodox approach. “The things you learn here will be able to take you far, not just the carnal lessons but any number of other things I will enable you to learn. Two years ago I had a young lady who stayed with me, far more rebellious then you, spent most of her first week in a gibbet after she tried to stab me.” A slight chuckle, a memory that had become amusing after time past. “After she left I arranged for her to study at Le Cordon Bleu in Tokyo. I paid for her first year of schooling and she is financing her second year with the skill she learned her.” One weekend a month was enough to cover her lodging and schooling.



Another chuckle, he had gotten a touch off topic and wrote it off as a minor senile moment. “If you get pregnant you will be taken care of.” He assured her, hand on her shoulder massaging softly to help put her further at ease, not wanting to interrupt her crying as it would be important for her experience what was occurring, to let her process the fear. “Things between us cannot progress unless you trust me Lana, if you don’t trust me than I cannot help you.” A simple truth, a universal truth, and one that would be of even greater importance with Lana.
 
“You might get pregnant.”



It was a blast of icy water in her face that took her breath away. Drew her attention to him like a leash held firm and fast in his fist. She opened her mouth to protest…had he heard NOTHING she had said…? But he continued…and she listened. Letting the soothing calm deep voice wash over her raw self. His firm eyes keeping her still, focused on him. Feeling herself shift lower and lower to normalcy, the edge of panic fading. He would take care of her. She didn’t have to go home. She wondered if she could just stay with him. She couldn’t think of anywhere else she would rather go. Couldn’t think of anyone else she would rather be lying against.



He would take care of her. She believed it, too. Believed it without question. She didn’t know how he would do it, but she believed him. How was it that less than 24 hours after meeting this man, she trusted him more than she trusted her own mother? How had she ever lived without his presence? It was scary really, how much she trusted him. Even before her panic attack…trust. It couldn’t be normal, to trust, to crave, to adore a man this fast. She smiled up at him. Weakly at first. Her eyes swollen and red. Lips swollen from his cock. Dry tears streaking her cheeks. Her hair a wild, tangled mess. But that sweet smile grew, until she made her first advancement upon him. Stretching up, her lips tender and soft against his as she kissed him. Hesitantly at first, then more eager. Breaking off the kiss long enough to whisper, her eyes staring longingly into his.



“I do trust you. I promise. I just….I panicked. I’m sorry…” Then kissing him again. Long warm naked arms curling around his neck as she stretched out along his naked body like an affectionate kitten.
 
Dominic was content in the moment, happy to lay there and relax for a little while. His lust for the young woman who lay atop him was not the least bit diminished, his cock as hard as it had been when she was tonguing his ass with enough enthusiasm to more than make up for the inexperience. That wasn’t at the forefront of his mind in that moment, the girls strong reaction after displaying such aptitude led him to feel, merciful for the lack of a better word, willing to give the girl a reprieve from what he had in mind for her. Any previous girl would have been harshly punished for the simple act of pulling away, but Lana was a special case.

She was clever, observant, and naturally inclined to be just what he desired… and that would buy her a single night to rest if that would help her.



It seemed however, that Lana didn’t have the good sense to accept the unspoken gift and as smart as she was, Dominic doubted that she couldn’t have noticed that he wasn’t fucking her just yet. He shifted as she kissed him, allowing her to have a moment to take the initiative, letting her be as bold as she wanted and listening as she spoke.

“I understand you panicked.” He assured her as the second kiss broke, unable to keep his hands from roaming over her body, nails tracing over the smooth skin, fingers spreading her ass and probing the discreet pucker softly. This wasn’t just teasing, it was a quiet assertion of dominance, simply touching and exploring her body without hesitation, without waiting for her to give any overt permission. “And I will not punish you for that, at least not tonight.” A small smile on his face, a spark of delight in his eyes. “But starting when the sun comes up, if you pull away from me, if you try and deny me anything I desire, the punishment will be as harsh as it is swift.”



The fingers spreading her ass trailed lower, tickling her thighs before carefully probing at her pussy, a delicate motion that was entirely at odds with his desire to just claim her right away, the feel of her lips pressing against having been enough to spark the fire of lust within him once more. “If you want to get some rest tonight this is your only chance to say so.” He warned her, even as a lone finger slipped within her and began to carefully explore and tease her. “Because I won’t be able to stop myself again a second time.”

He was only human after all, and who could possibly resist the perfection offered up on his lap.
 
Lana lay against him, looking up at him as he spoke. Soaking in the sensation of his hands on her. Those hands so deeply possessive they almost scared her. Touching her wherever he wished to. Gentle but firm fingers that poked and prodded and touched her in places that left a constant pink flush on her cheeks, little whimpers sliding into his mouth as he kissed her. Her hips twitched when his finger slid into her hungry virgin cunt, hot slick flesh clenching on him eagerly.



But she gave him respect when she carefully considered his words. Her body yearned to open itself to everything he desired to inflict on her. But this was a warning to her, and she wondered if she should heed it. She was still hungry – the steak had been mind-blowingly delicious, but there had been so little. And she had not even tasted the oatmeal. She was also exhausted after the stress of leaving her family behind and everything that had happened to her after she was left here. But would she even be able to sleep, with the memory of those invading fingers licking at her mind?



“I..” She hesitated, looking up at him. Was this a test? If she chose to sleep, would he be angry? And would he return to his bedroom? She remembered her decision to sneak downstairs and get food. But he was being kind….maybe she should just ask?



No….she couldn’t bring herself to ask. There had been so much disturbance surrounding the food, and at home eating between meals was strictly forbidden. She wondered if there was any of that amazing steak left, and her mouth watered.



“I think I should get some sleep, maybe.” She offered him a shy smile. “I am pretty tired, and it’s been a really long day, and….” Here her smile grew. “I bet it’s gonna be a long day tomorrow too.”



She was disturbed when he didn’t leave the room. Instead he settled down on the bed beside her. Disturbing her with his naked body radiating heat, his much larger hairy body taking up so much room. She lay there wide awake for what felt like hours. Listening as his breathing evened out, grew smooth and relaxed. He was asleep, she decided.



She, however, could not sleep. The day going through her mind, leaving her cold sometimes, hot others. At times her soft naked body shifting restlessly against his, though she tried to remain still.



Her belly growled.



She rolled her head, looking for a clock and failing to find one. How long had she lain there? It felt like forever. And she was STARVING. More of that delicious meat would be amazing, but hell she would be happy with a few spoonfulls of peanut butter now.



She started inching her way out of the bed. Moving slowly with frequent paused until she was lying along the edge. Rather than sit up and shift the mattress, she simply gently rolled her body off the bed, feet first. Crouching there for a moment and eyeing his still body, listening to his even breathing.



Then, creeping on her bare toes, her soft silky nightgown brushing against her thighs, she stole out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen. Flipping on the light and going instantly to the refrigerator, opening it and perusing the contents.
 
Dominic often had trouble falling asleep on the first night that a new girl was in the home, especially if he didn’t have a rather thorough release to help tire him out, his earlier masturbation not being nearly enough to accomplish that. This night was different though, Lana was different in ways that he couldn’t easily articulate. Sure, she seemed to be a naturally born masochist slut but beyond that, she was actually interesting enough that he had genuinely offered her a chance to sleep rather than simply climbing atop her and satisfying both their very obvious needs.


As she settled down Dominic shifted beside her, curling up next to her, slipping one arm beneath her and the other hand resting on her hip in a way to hold her close. He was savoring the sensation, the simple intimacy of the warmth they were sharing and the scent of her body. His desire for her was not diminished in the least but he was putting it aside for the time being, the girl deserved a little rest, he wasn’t sure why he felt that SHE deserved rest when others had not, but he was going with that instinct for now.



That night he didn’t have a particularly difficult time drifting off, simply having her nearby seemed to relax him enough that he was drifting off before too very long, not sleeping deeply but sleeping soundly. He didn’t move, still barely holding her in place, snoring softly, content…



Her moving didn’t wake him up, not fully anyway, though he did roll over a little when she finally slipped entirely off the bed. As she left the room his hand, the one that had been on her hip, moved a little bit, reaching out as though he was searching for her, seeking to pull her closer again and grunting in annoyance when he couldn’t find her. The snoring stopped, his eyes slowly opening. It took a few moments for him to process that he was alone, slowly sitting up and rubbing his face with both hands. He was alone, it was possible that Lana had simple gone to the bathroom but looking out the door he saw there wasn’t the telltale crack of light that would have shown under the bathroom floor.

That was enough to get him out of the bed, a frown creasing his face in a clear sign of displeasure. Not sure where she might have gone Dominic walked from the room, trying to piece together where she might have gone. An alarm on the doors and lower windows would have altered him if she was trying to escape so that idea was tossed out right away. He glimpsed into his bedroom, making sure she wasn’t trying to explore in his closet and find the more interesting toys.

That left only a few places she might have gone, and all of them required going downstairs. Dominic didn’t bother to dress, stark naked as he quietly made his way down the stairs, knowing where to place each foot to avoid any creaks of the wood. By the time he reached the first floor it became obvious where Lana was and what she was up too, light from the kitchen visible right away. The knowledge that she wasn’t exploring or trying to escape did nothing to alleviate his annoyance, if anything it only irritated him more. If Lana had been hungry she could have simply asked him for something to eat, he had been in a particularly merciful mood and would have happily prepared another steak to share with her.



No, this actually angered him quite a bit, she had said she would trust him but then she violated his trust by sneaking down to raid his fridge, did she not understand trust had to be a two way street?

Moving quietly, expecting her to be distracted by her search through the fridge but not seeing any reason to give her a warning about his approach… not until he was standing behind her and his left arm was wrapping around her neck, catching her throat on the inside of his elbow and pulling her back to his body. “What do you think you are doing?” He asked, voice little more than a whisper in her ear, dripping with the irritation. “I show you kindness and this is how you repay me.” The arm around her throat tightened, looking to frighten her as his right hand moved across her body, roughly grabbing and pinching at her smooth flesh.



Silent for a few moments, as though thinking when in truth his mind had been made up. “I think it’s time for you to see what I have in the basement for girls who need a special lesson.” His right hand settled down between her thighs and lifted her from her feet, pulling upward while he leaned back a little, making it relatively easy to carry her in a somewhat awkward position, making his way towards a door just outside of the kitchen, pushing it open awkwardly as he carried her down the steps, into the darkness…
 
In all truth, Lana was no angel, even if she looked and often acted the part. Living under her parent’s stern and unyielding roof, she had devised all manner of deceptive tactics to survive and thrive. Some of those tactics were self-deceptive. And whenever her parent’s iron hand had loosened for even a moment, she was quick to take advantage.



Such was the case now, though she was not quite self aware enough to understand how his merciful petting of her had led her into a feeling of relative safety in her decision to sneak food she thought would probably be denied. Lana lived her life on doing before asking permission. She already had a million excuses in her head if she got caught. Quite reasonable sounding excuses. She got hungry in the middle of the night, she had not been forbidden from doing as she pleased in the middle of the night, she hadn’t wanted to wake him….



Her eyes lit up as she looked in the fridge. From a family who lived on ground beef and chicken thigh sales and dusty cans of vegetables, Lana was unused to the plethora of fresh fruits and vegetables filling the fridge in front of her. Brightly colored juices, a few packs of fresh pink marbled meat, a wire basket of brown and white eggs….it was more food than she had ever seen, to be quite frank. Her mouth watered. She saw a container of what looked to be leftovers and reached for it, only to be snapped back against a hard body, a thick strong arm curling around her neck.



Her startled scream echoed in the kitchen, his voice inquiring in her ear, the tone threatening. Immediately, her excuses boiled out, frantic and pleading. But he responded to none of them, and with a sinking feeling she realized her guilt was not going to be negotiated away like with her parents. She dreaded another spanking, especially since he had been so gentle in her new bed – but that gentleness was now gone. In it’s place was dark, angry ruthlessness his fingers pinching her everywhere. Deliberately hurting her as she squirmed and cried and pleaded. She would be good, she was sorry, she had just been so hungry, and he had not fed her enough….Underneath those pleas were accusations that had worked so effectively against her parents.



They were not working now.



When he lifted her flailing body up, her fear ratcheted up to terror. Shrieking as he carried her down those steps into the unknown. Her skin breaking out into cold goosebumps of dread.
 
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