Chapter 1186: Do you promise never to go against me again?

Chapter 1186: Do you promise never to go against me again?



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It took a lot of willpower, but Heather managed to pull away from him. She decided that since she had to go to the stereo anyway, she'd put on the sauciest walk she could muster. She wanted him to want her as much as she craved him. Her ass sashayed back and forth almost comically as she slow walked to the stereo.

"Anything you like in particular?" she asked, her voice dripping with sex. They both knew she was talking about her body, not any choice of music. She bent over at a perfect stiff legged ninety degree angle to give him a great view of her luscious ass under the pretense of reaching down to get at some CD's.

He just chuckled and stared with a lusty gaze. As if I need to get any more aroused than I already am!

Since he hadn't answered yet, she spread her legs wider and wider, as if she had to get down further to get to the better CD's at the bottom of her collection. But she deliberately kept her legs ramrod straight.

He watched lustily as he saw a big drop of cum drip from her pussy to the carpet. He thought about how tight yet slippery her pussy would feel. It took a lot of willpower for him not to just walk up to her and stick it to her.

Then, turning to the question of music, since they did have to put on something, he realized that he had no idea what kind of music she liked. In fact, he hardly knew her tastes at all, aside from a few random facts such as her having a thing for Kramer on "Seinfeld." So he shrugged and said, "You pick."

She put on something that he didn't recognize. It was all slow beat and bass, which fit the situation perfectly. It was crotch grinding music.

She'd walked away from him slowly, but now she practically ran back into his arms. She squeezed him tightly and nuzzled her face into his shoulder as if she'd been away from him for months, not a mere minute or two. She wrapped one of her legs around his again as she snuggled up against him.

He was amazed at the depth of her emotion and the intensity of her lust. "Bitchslut, do you think you can keep quiet?"

Clutching him fiercely, she submissively whispered in halting breaths, "Ye-es, Sir. I-I'll be q- qui-et." Her whole body trembled as she nearly climaxed just from being in his arms like this.

He gently kissed her still damp blonde hair. He was surprised at how much he was enjoying this encounter already. He could tell there was something different going on that had never happened between them before. He had a feeling this would be a pivotal day that would set the tone for the rest of their relationship.

He pulled his juice-slickened fingers out from between Heather's legs and gently popped them into her mouth.

She immediately started sucking on them, tasting the flavors of her own rising excitement.

"Then I have only one other question for you," he said, pulling his fingers from her mouth. Tracing the curve of her jaw line, he looked her in the eyes. He let his voice thicken with desire as he asked her, "Is my Bitchslut cleaned out, lubed up, and ready to take it?" He looked at her

intently. "ALL of it?"

She looked away, embarrassed. Her all-over tan darkened as she blushed.

"Y-your Bitchslut is cleaned out, Sir, but she hasn't been lu-lubed up yet," she said, haltingly. Her asshole throbbed, the itchy hot feeling inside intensifying. She wanted to offer the excuse that she didn't have time because she'd just gotten out of the shower, but thought better of it. "I didn't know you'd... surprise me like this... On a holiday, no less..."

He pulled her back into his arms, but didn't enfold her in an embrace. "You do realize you need to be ready for me twenty-four hours a day, don't you? Your ass exists solely for me to use, solely for my pleasure, any time of day or night, holiday or not. Do you plan on taking holidays from being my Bitchslut?"

"No, Sir!" she shivered with excitement, but at the same time she mentally recoiled, Who does he think he is, with his supposed ten women better than me? That's a fucking lie. I'm Heather fucking Morgan, queen of the whole fucking school! If he owns my ass, it's because I WANT him to own my ass! And my pussy too! She paused in her thinking. Wait a minute. That doesn't even make sense. He could see her resisting, and trying to organize her thought. So he added, "Imagine I wake up in the middle of the night and I'm feeling horny and in the mood for some hot Bitchslut ass. What's going to happen if I crawl in through your window at three in the morning, lay down on top of you as you're sleeping, and shove my cock into your butt? Will it be all lubed up and ready for stuffing?"

She found the idea so exciting that she practically swooned. "YES!" she shouted in a

triumphant whisper.

"Good," he whispered back, hotly, into her hair. "And I don't mind if you forgot this one time, because it means that I shall have the pleasure of doing it myself." Tingles and tremors of lustful excitement rippled up and down her body. Her asshole fluttered in anticipation. She was so giddy and weak in the knees that she actually fell forward, forcing him to hold her up. Dammit! He plays me like a fiddle and there's nothing I can do

to stop him! The other guys are nothing to me; they're a joke. But Sir... Sir, you own my SOUL! It feels

too good to resist!

He chuckled when she didn't move to get up again. "Go and get the lube so we can start your punishment, Bitchslut."

She practically flew to the bathroom in her haste to obey.