This was truly my life’s greatest purpose.
Beatrice made a sound that was a cross between a whimper and a moan.
I was just saying random shit, making stuff up. But it was working. With each word spoken, her seduction bar inched higher and higher.
"I ... I ..."
"You know what to do."
I pointed down at my flaccid cock. It still glistened with Jeana’s saliva and my cum.
"Lick. Lick me clean."
"Here? In the drawing room? I ..."
"You are a dog. A dog’s is to obey."
She inched closer. Then inched back. The stiletto was still in her hand. She seemed torn between throwing herself on my cock and stabbing me full of holes.
The door slammed open. Bregg charged into the room, followed by two more house guards.
"Milady," he said. "We heard your shouts and came at once!"
I sighed. Why did Bregg have the worst possible timing? I’d have to get rid of him now, by threatening to reveal his secret.
But before I could even do that, Lady Beatrice shouted: "Leave us!" her voice trembled.
"But Milady," Bregg said. "This man. He—"
"I said leave us."
Bregg bowed his head.
"And not a word about this to anyone," she said.
"Yes Milady."
The guards left, shutting and locking the door behind him.
When Beatrice turned back to me, there was lust in her eyes. The stiletto clattered onto the floor. I did not even have to look at her seduction bar to know the battle was won.
"What is your name?" she said.
"You don’t need to know my name." I leaned forward and stroked her cheek. I wiped off a gob of cum from her cheek with my thumb and it to her mouth. She sucked it off, whimpering.
"You know what to call me," I said.
"Master," she said. "Master. Master."
She repeated the word softly several times, savoring it.
"That’s right," I said. "I’m your master. Now. Lick me clean."
She did not hesitate. Lady Beatrice Crystalion, one of the richest women in all of Windmoor, threw herself on my cock and began to lick off the saliva and cum. She ran her tongue up and down my shaft, slurping and sucking loudly.
"That’s a good dog," I said. Soon my cock was erect again, standing tall at thirteen inches long.
"S-so big, Master. Will it fit inside of me, I wonder?"
Beatrice licked her lips. She leaned forward, like a dog, and sniffed my balls.
I pushed her face away. She fell backward onto the floor.
"Why did you push me?"
"Did I give you permission to sniff?"
"N-no, Master. Sorry Master."
"You need to be punished."
"Yes Master. I need to be punished."
"How would you like to be punished?"
"S-slap me," she said eagerly. "S-slap me like the bitch I am."
I slapped her, first across the left cheek and then the right cheek. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She moaned from pleasure and happiness.
"Bitch! Whore! Slut!"
She moaned even more.
"That’s right," she said, squirming around on her knees, panting. "I’m your bitch. I’m your whore. I’m your cum bucket. You can do anything with me you want."
I scratched her head as if I was scratching a puppy.
"That’s a good pet," I said. "An honest pet. You should be rewarded for your honesty."
"Thank you Master."
"Here’s your reward." I thrust my hips toward her face. "Please your master. In any way that you see fit."
After that, it was game on. The woman was so horny she practically tore my pants off. She didn’t even bother untying me before she was riding my dick, bobbing up and down with a squelch squelch squelch as she pawed her breasts and clawed her fingers through her dark hair. All thirteen inches of me plunged inside of her, making her stomach bulge. She barked like a bitch in heat, grinding her soaking pussy against my groin.
"Hey," I said.
"M-master?" she whimpered.
"Turn over so I can spank you. You like being spanked don’t you?"
"I l-love it!"
Without waiting for her to climb off me, I stood up and raised her entire body into the air. Then I turned her around, rotating her with my cock still inside me, and dropped her on the couch on all fours.
"Master ... so strong ..."
Slap! Slap slap!
I started to bang her doggie style while I spanked her ass.
"What would your son say, huh? If he knew his mother was getting pounded bareback while he’s in town doing business?"
"P-please n-no ... Don’t tell him ... Masterr ..."
"That depends on your good behavior."
"I’ll do anything for you Master! Anything!"
I could tell she was getting turned on by the idea of being found out. She was creaming all down her inner thighs. Every time I spanked her, her pussy trembled and squeezed down on my cock.
"You know what your son needs?" I said.
"What, Master?"
"I think he needs a new brother."
"Yes!" she moaned. "Give me your children master! Fill me up with your white, hot seed."
I began to pound on her as fast as possible. She was whimpering and moaning, throwing her hips back into mine. Cream was dripping out of her onto the floor, the couch. It squirted out of her to land on expensive paintings, wall ornaments, lamps, and hardcover books. We were painting the drawing room with her cream.
Then her whole body tightened and she started to orgasm.
"M-master! I’m coming! I’m COMING! Give me my son a new BROTHER!"
I pulled out of her. I poked the head of my cock into her asshole and fired my load there instead. She trembled as my seed went inside of her and then, when she was full, began to pour back out of her, oozing onto the couch and the floor.
I pulled out and stepped back, watching Lady Beatrice Crystalion convulse as she orgasmed over and over and over again.
When she was finally able to sit up and speak like a human again, Beatrice looked at me with hurt eyes and said: "Why Master? Why did you not cum inside of me?"
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her face toward my cock. She started to lick it clean.
"You’re my bitch," I said. "I get to decide when I impregnate you or not. Our relationship is just beginning, Beatrice. Maybe if you’re on your best behavior. I’ll grant you the favor of a new son."