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A disobedient pet (gracedragon and Lord Dakol)

Demetrius continued to test his limits, but she seemed to either not mind or didn't know any better. In any case, he did not stop rocking against her, even when she turned around and chided him and kissed his cheek. "No Mistress, but I can't help it," he said, gently pushing her back until she was pressed against the window, and felt the bulge against her thigh.
 
Sarah felt the window against her back and she instantly felt nervous. The boy was taller than her, and she didn't really know him, or how he normally behaved. But instead of letting it show, she simply kept her hand on his cheek, gently stroking it and behaving like her usual self! Then she felt his member pressing into her thigh and she felt a slight smirk slip onto her lips... "So, how many women have you done this with?" she asked, her voice void of any emotions...
 
"I haven't fully been with any women, but I have been able to bring them to theie knees," he replied, slowly trailing his hands up her body until they stopped just below her breasts. His thumbs gently teased them, tracing back and forth. "But I would like you to be the first, Mistress..."
 
"You'll have to work rather hard then!" Sarah exclaimed, letting her hand slide down his cheek and then down his body until it was hanging at her side all the while acting as though the positioning of his hands weren't bothering her, the feeling of her thumbs teasing her making her more nervous than she had ever been! If she'd have been stronger she'd have pushed away and left the room, but instead, she stood in front of him, her hands limply hanging by her sides as she stared at him
 
Demetrius nodded, though he wasn't listening to what she said. Instead, his eyes glazed over as he leaned in close to her neck, kissing the sensitive flesh as his fingers glided up further to her breasts, massaging them gently.
 
Sarah felt herself blushing as the man leant forwards kissing the sensitive skin of her neck, her true emotions finally breaking through facade as his hands massaged her breasts... She felt herself moaning slightly at the feeling as her knees began to go week...
"S-Stop..." she stammered, not really meaning what she said...
 
Demetrius hadn't really felt the touch of a woman in a long while, so it was truly achingly fantastic to molest his Mistress like this, and especially someone that was supposed to be able to command him. He was finally figuring out that he could take the power that was being presented to him, and he figured that he just might do that. The slave leaned into her, pressing the thick bulge of his erection against her ass as her knees buckled slightly, but he held her up by gripping her breasts.

When she spoke, wanting him to stop, he chuckled and shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I can't . . . besides, you're liking this, Mistress . . ." he whispered in her ear as he wrapped his mouth around her earlobe, suckling gently on the sensitive flesh.
 
Sarah moaned in shock as the man began sucking on her sensitive earlobe and she stared at him, her eyes begging him to stop as she moved her hands to his chest, trying to push him away from her, but her attempts didn't work! She kept struggling to push him away, her body becoming weaker with every attempt until she gave up and let her hands hang limply at her sides as she silently prayed that this was all that he wanted from her... But she could feel his erection... He'd probably want to get rid of that somehow...

"Demetrius... Please..." she said weakly before a moan escaped her lips... "I'm not liking it..." she tried to convince herself of something that was so obviously not true!
 
Demetrius was simply too strong for her to try and fight, but it excited him when she did. Every struggle just made her body grind against his, making his erection throb. "You're lying, Mistress . . . you're moaning . . . I can tell, th-that you enjoy played with like this," he moaned in her ear, pressing her against the window as his hands sought her wrists, pulling them back so that her breasts pressed flat against the window pane, and began to gently hump against her ass, grinding on her body.
 
Sarah whimpered slightly as her breasts were pressed against the window pane thanks to the way that Demetrius was holding her wrists, then she felt him humping against her and another soft moan escaped her lips, her turned so she could try to look at Demetrius...
"P-Please stop..." she breathed, enjoying the feeling more than she was comfortable with! Something about the way he was treating her was causing what felt like a fire to build in her womanhood... She'd completely stopped her struggling and a series of moans were escaping her lips...
 
The slave wondered how it would feel to actually be inside her, and a shudder racked his body, making him slam against her ass multiple times faster than before. "A-Ah, god," he gasped, dry-humping as she moaned. "Are you v-virgin, Mistress? Or do you let all of your slaves treat you like this?" he asked, smirking a little as she moaned even more, completely stopping her fighting.
 
"D-Don't ask such things..." she gasped out in between moans, not wanting to admit to the man that no man had ever touched her before! She could feel him humping against her much faster than before and she cried out, not knowing that this could feel so good... By now it was obvious to her that the man wasn't just going to settle for this, but she didn't really care anymore .. As long as it felt as good as this she didn't mind...
 
"I have to ask, Mistress . . . are you a slut?" he asked, feeling so very powerful and unafraid that she would do anything. He was turning her to him as she cried out. He stopped for a moment and leaned in to her ear. "I'm going to fuck you later, ma'am . . . I want that cunt," Demetrius stated, not giving her a choice in the matter as he released one of her wrists, but quickly grabbed both of her hands with one, so he could use his free hand to lean down and begin lifting up her dress to see what lay beneath...
 
Sarah felt her eyes widen as he asked her if she was a slut and she rapidly shook her head... She'd never been touched, or touched anyone else before, so how could she have been a slut? Then she heard him whisper something into her ear and she blushed quite a lot...
"Demetrius, please don't use words like that!" she protested then felt him take both of her wrists into one of his hands as the other one began lifting up her dress...
 
Demetrius was pleased to see the tight lady-briefs that covered her intimate parts. Unfortunately, he resolved to not remove them for now, instead wanting to try and break her a little more before he really started. "I can use whatever words I want, Mistress," he said, resting the hem of her dress on her backside, then undid the britches of his pants, and slipped his hand inside. A moment later, he groaned, stroking himself as the pants fell to his ankles, exposing the nice, thick eight-inch cock, pre-cum teasingly dribbling from the cumslit. Guiding the head of his cock to her panties, he began to grind the hot member against her ass, groaning softly as he dry-fucked her even faster, grabbing both wrists again with both hands and pulling her back.
 
"Demetrius..." she breathed, craving the feeling of his length inside her... He was teasing her, and she didn't like it! She wanted him to hurry up and take her! But she knew that she had little to no choice in the current situation... She was surprised that he was still calling her 'mistress' and not some derogatory nickname...

As he dry fucked her, she found her own hips beginning to grind against him, desperate for him to stop teasing her, and the best way to do that would probably by making him want her as much as she wanted him!

"Please Demetrius... Stop teasing me..." she whimpered softly, her voice weak and trembling as she awaited a response from the man!
 
Demetrius wanted so badly to fuck her just then and take away both of their virginities, but he wanted to wait, and to tease her a bit more. He shifted his hips just slightly so that the tip of his dick would inch underneath her cute panties. Now she could directly feel the erotic heat that came from his cock, and spoiled her panties with the pre-cum that was practically flowing out. "I'm sorry, what was that, Mistress? Are you trying to tell me what to do? That's not good . . ." he whispered, positioning the thick shaft underneath her panties and between her asscheeks, rubbing lewdly against them.
 
"S-Sorry..." she stammered, unable to breathe properly... The feeling of him touching her was driving her insane... She could barely stand anymore, the feeling of his dick rubbing between her asscheeks... She wanted him to take her and relieve the frustration that was building up inside her...

"Please Demetrius..." she begged him, biting her lip to stop herself from crying.. The frustration was that much! She needed him to take her! He'd teased her enough and she couldn't take it anymore... She'd probably collapse if he made her wait any longer... "Please?"
 
Demetrius stopped for a moment and blinked, hearing her apologize for trying to command him. He really had a hold over her! He shivered in excitement, and chuckled. "That's a good girl . . . I won't fuck you just yet, but would you like some pleasure?" he inquired, sliding a hand underneath her panties and, grasping the material, he yanked it up, forcing the fabric to dig into her tight juicy pussy and against her asshole, whille rubbing on his cock. "How does that f-feel, Mistress?"
 
Sarah nodded before feeling grab the material of her panties and pulling it so it was digging into her virgin pussy, causing her to shriek in both pain and pleasure... Then she heard his words, the way he was calling her 'mistress' began to seem as though he was mocking her... She wanted to cry out in frustration, but instead she bit her lip quite harshly until she could taste blood in her mouth...
"I-It feels good..." she whimpered softly...
 
Demetrius twisted the material in his hand, wanting to dig it into her private parts more, and felt his cock twitch, about ready to release itself. He released her wet panties, seeing them snap back down onto his cock and her fleshy ass. He also let go of her hands and placed them on her face, thrusting against her ass as he pushed her against the window repeatedly. "Agh, I'm gonna cum, Mistress!" he gasped, thrusting one more time, leaning into her as his hot, thick white cum spilled out of his cock, coating her ass and legs before he quickly pulled away and turned her around, pushing her down so that he could cum all over her pretty little face, coating that nice, soft skin.
 
Sarah felt her eyes widen as he said he was gonna cum... It wasn't fair! He hadn't even put himself inside her! She felt him thrusting against her, her own body being forced against the window... Then she felt something warm spilling over her ass and legs then he pushed her down and she felt him cum coating her face... She whimpered slightly and raised her hands to wipe it away from her eyes... She couldn't help but look up at him through her wide brown eyes! She hadn't wanted this! She just wished she hadn't played along with him! She wished she'd told him to stop before it had gone this far! She felt so immature and stupid for even bringing him into her room...
 
Demetrius grinned down at her as she stared at him with her gorgeous eyes, shocked and hurt that he hadn't let her climax. "What is it? Disappointed that I didn't fuck you, Mistress?" he asked, snatching her wrists out of the air before she could clean herself off. "If you want me to, then you have to do some things for me . . . and the first thing is, lick yourself clean of my cum. That goes for your face, and your ass. When you're done, tell me how grateful you are for it, and call me . . ." he paused, thinking. "Master."
 
Sarah yelped as she felt the man grab her wrists to stop her from cleaning herself off... Then at his order she thought about it... How would it be possible to clean herself of his cum with her tongue? She was rather sure that it was highly dangerous, if not impossible, to bend oneself in that way... She looked down at the floor and ran her tongue over the sore patch of her lip that she had bitten...

"B-But that's impossible..." she whimpered feebly before he told her to call him master... Doing that would be betraying herself and her status, so instead of doing anything she just sat there, tears threatening to escape her eyes, her body trembling slightly!
 
Demetrius chuckled at her thought process, "Then use your fingers; wipe it off, gather it in your hands, and drink it," he said, shaking his head with a laugh. "So, you don't want my cock, Mistress? Call me Master and clean yourself off, and it's all yours . . . no one will have to know." He gestured to his cock, which was, surprisingly, already hard and ready to go
 
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