Page 57 of The B!tch is Bad

“Yes, Master.”

How did she know how to respond that way? I’d never asked her that before. Patience was an intuitive, natural born bottom. I ran the tine down her chest, scraping it with short swipes. Holding the fork like a paintbrush, I dotted artistic strokes all over her chest, barely touching the tips of her stiff nipples, patting at her abdomen. She even started giggling a little.

Stepping to the little fridge, I withdrew a frosty fork. I held it inside her thigh, and her entire body jolted. “Little One, you have to learn to respect your Master.”

“What do I have to do to be obedient?”

I scraped her shoulder blade with the cold fork. With every scratch, she gasped. Soon she sounded like a chugging train, shoulders and bound hands jerking every time I vaguely touched her skin with the frosty tines. “You can’t giggle, for one. I hold your safety in the palm of my hands and that’s serious business.”

Grabbing a wooden spoon from the dresser, I whacked her ass with it.

“I giggle because I’m nervous. I’m sorry.”

Patience flinched at each whack, never knowing where the next one would fall. “You should be sorry,” I growled, whapping her erect nipples with the soft wood. Now she laughed nervously, and I allowed that. “I’ll teach you the value of respect.”

I spanked her mound with the flat of the spoon, the dampness of her slit making a smacking sound. Now it was too much for me. Flinging the spoon onto the bed, I unbuckled my belt. My cock was so stiff it was painful to lift it out. Just squeezing it in my fist brought me close to shooting, so I grabbed Patience by the arm.

“Kneel.”

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Patience

My husband commanded, “As punishment for your disrespect, I order you to worship my cock with your mouth.”

Now was my chance. “But I can’t see it. I can’t properly worship without seeing.”

Happily, this made sense to Creed. He didn’t hesitate in sliding the silk banner from my eyes.

And what a sight.

His starched white shirt unbuttoned to display his brawny chest, silken hair arrowed down to his pubic bone. His penis jutted, thick and veined, throbbing with his heartbeat. I stretched my tongue out to taste the drop of precum that shuddered there.

I felt his deep groan on the tip of my tongue as I lapped at his hole. I took his entire cockhead into my mouth.

That did it. Creed’s thighs shuddered when I deep-throated him, my lips meeting his pubic bone. He gripped my shoulders as he speared his cock down my throat.

I had to utterly trust Creed. Not all men were colossal maniacs like Fingerhut.

When he’d swiped the fork over my skin, just the tiniest exertion on his part would’ve pierced my skin. I’d remained still and silent as he trailed the sharp tines, pricking my nipples with the razor-sharp edges. The hardest part was not knowing when or where the next swipe would fall. I found that a certain level of fear and uncertainty was a turn-on.

When he started batting me with what seemed to be a wooden paddle, I was assaulted in the most intimate way possible. Yet the paddling, strangely enough, brought blood racing to my pelvis. I knew I made a wet spot on the stool, and when Creed demanded that I kneel, I hungrily lunged for his dick.

Creed bent low to whisper to me, “You like sucking that fat cock, don’t you?” He must’ve grabbed that wooden spoon again, as he was smacking my ass with sharp, loud whacks. Blood filled my pussy lips, engorging them, as a trickle of juice dribbled down my inner thigh.

But with a full mouth, all I could do was mumble.

“Take that cock,” he encouraged. “Keep sucking, little one.”

What I really wanted was to feel his naked cock inside me.

When his shuddering reached an apex, I could tell he was ready. Detaching my mouth with a loud smack, I cried, “Fuck me! Please, Creed! Now!” I swayed my hips to indicate my obedience. How hot will that be, feeling him drench me in his semen?

His groan resonated through my pussy when he made one last shove to the hilt inside my mouth. We were connected in a private, personal way. But I wanted even more.

“Fuck me, Creed! Your little girl demands to be fucked!”

Bending to lift me by my underarms, Creed tossed me onto my knees on the bed. When I felt his hot, hard body covering my back, he reached a hand in front of my face to show me something. A diamond?