CHAPTER 6
Simon
She’s late.
I wonder if she’s tried to run away again. That would be interesting. I’d have to hunt her down, of course, punish her thoroughly for daring to disobey me so soon after my warning during dinner.
“Shit! Sorry! I slept in! And I don’t have your number, so I couldn’t call!” She comes tumbling through the lab door in a cloud of excuses.
I feel a sense of deep relief as an anxiety I didn’t let myself know I had evaporates. She could have run away again, but she chose to come to me. I let her have her space. I went home and I allowed for her to have a choice. Her choice was to return to this place.
“I didn’t ever fuck you, did I?”
“What?” She blushes.
“When I saved you from running off at the train station, I told you I wanted to fuck you, but I didn’t.”
“Okay?”
“Bend over the desk,” I tell her. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“You can’t possibly…”
Her words are cut off as I cross the room, take her by the back of her head with a thick handful of hair, and push her down over the table where she does her note transcriptions. She lets out a small whimper, but otherwise doesn’t fight me.
She’s worn a looser skirt today. I like that. Makes it easy to toss it up over her back, press her panties to the side, and expose her pussy. I devour her sweet sex, lapping and licking and toying with her clit and her lips until the sounds she’s making are much more eager.
Then I rise up behind her, and I fuck her. Long. Hard. I make sure she is brought to the brink of orgasm again and again, but that I slow my strokes and move my fingers away from her clit when she starts to get too close. I want her to beg for her fucking. I want her to remember who and what she becomes when she is with me.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Please what?”
“Please give me, um… more?”
Oh, she’s cute. Too shy to ask for what she really wants, which is to be fucked until she’s unable to form words, until she attains the same level of animal release that I get when I take my potions, as she calls them.
I smack her ass and grin in satisfaction when she whines.
“Why did you do that?”
“Because you’re being a naughty girl who isn’t asking for what she really wants,” I say, giving her a slow thrust. “I can feel what you need. But I need you to say it.”
“To, um, fuck me?” She says it like it’s a question she doesn’t know the answer to.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” I prompt her, gathering her hair in my hands and putting tension on her head so she feels arched for my cock the way my good little mate should be.
“Hard?” Another word delivered in a squeak.
I give her one rough thrust. “Like that?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Just like that.”
The table makes a scraping sound as I proceed to pound her pussy as hard as I can until she screams out in orgasm that makes her contort, contract her muscles, and writhe about in front of me in a way that indicates she has absolutely no control over her body. All she can do right now is come over and over until I am done with her.
And when I am done with her and she is full of cum, I sit her back down on her stool, and I set her back to work with her pussy dripping my seed into the underwear I snugged back into place.
The lab smells like sex and submission, and I could not be happier.