Call me master – r18

Call me master – r18

Julian chuckled, his hand coming down again in a sharp smack that left a red handprint on her pale skin.

"Good girl," he said, his tone mocking.

The headmistress couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped her this time, the pain mixing with a confusing wave of arousal that made her knees wobble.

He spanked her again, harder this time, and she let out a cry that was part pain, part pleasure. Julian's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her body react to his touch.

"Ahh," she gasped, her voice breaking on the sound.

He liked it when she made noise, she realized, and she felt a perverse thrill at the thought of pleasing him.

Julian's cock was still slick with her saliva, and without warning, he lined it up with her asshole. The headmistress's eyes widened in shock as she felt the blunt tip press against the tight ring of muscle.

She'd never taken a man there before, and the thought of it was terrifying. But she knew she had no choice.

Julian's hand was still tangled in her hair, keeping her head bent and her body exposed. She felt the tip of his cock push past her resistance, the pressure intense and overwhelming.

"You're so tight," Julian murmured, his voice filled with a dark excitement.

The headmistress gritted her teeth, trying not to scream as he inched his way in, her body stretching to accommodate his girth.

She could feel the head of his cock pop inside, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Julian chuckled, enjoying her discomfort.

"You're going to take all of me," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

"Tell me, do you not agree?"

His grip on her hair tightened, and she could feel his anticipation, the excitement of his power over her. The words hung in the air, a challenge that she knew she could not refuse.

The headmistress took a shuddering breath, her body still trembling from the intensity of his touch. She felt his cock twitch inside her, his desire for her submission a living, pulsing force that seemed to fill the room.

Her own arousal was a traitorous beast, responding to his every cruel caress with a hunger that she couldn't control.

"Yes," she finally choked out, the word a hoarse whisper that seemed to stick in her throat. "I am your whore, Julian."

Julian's hand paused in mid-air, his eyes narrowing at her use of his name. He leaned in closer, his voice a low growl.

"You dare call my name?" His hand connected with her ass again, the sting making her gasp.

The headmistress felt a spark of anger flare within her, but she knew better than to fight him. Instead, she bit her lip and nodded, the tears streaming down her face as she whispered,

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again." Julian's grip on her hair tightened, and she felt his cock swell inside her.

"Call me master," he demanded, his hips pumping into her with renewed vigor. "Say it."

The headmistress felt the words stick in her throat, a blend of anger and humiliation warring within her. But the need for air, the need to survive his relentless onslaught, forced the word out.

"Master," she gasped, the sound barely audible amidst her moans and whimpers.

Julian's grip on her hair tightened, and his strokes grew deeper, his cock plunging into her ass like a hot knife through butter.