I look at her. The way she kneels in front of me. And I cannot resist. So I walk around her, push her on all fours again, remove the belt from my trousers, and hit her with it, without warning.
“Count and be grateful,” I say.
“One,” she says. “Thank you.”
Slap.
“Two. Thank you,” she says and gasps slightly.
I let her take it till fifteen.
“Now, sit.”
The glass fist is not easy to take. But I know she can. I have fisted her before—although glass is not as forgiving as my hand.
I guide her to the chair with the leash, and she climbs on it.
“Fuck,” she breathes out as she feels how big it is.
“You might want to reconsider bratting in the future,” I say. “You will not speak, you will not do anything other than what I ordered you to do. If you need a bathroom break, you will raise your hand, and I will allow it twice. If you fail to follow my instructions, fucking machine it is.”
“You said you wouldn’t—“ she begins, and I slap her.
“I said you will not speak,” I say, “Unless I ask you to. Did I ask you to?”
She shakes her head.
“Good,” I say. “Continue like this, and we won’t have any issues. Now, fuck yourself with it. I wish to see you come at least once before our guests arrive.”
It takes her a moment to slide fully onto it. It’s deep, girthy and hard.
She grunts strangely as she leans with her arms onto the chair’s backrest and sits on the first. I watch her, amused. It is hard on the leg muscles, but if she gives in, it means the fist is fully in her—which is exactly the punishment and the measure she needs.
“Faster,” I say, because she is not getting on with it.
So she slides up and down faster, pushing herself up with the power from her muscular thighs. They start shaking the moment she starts moaning.
“You are such a filthy whore,” I say to push her over the edge, but I carefully use only the words we agreed on. I do not wish to repeat what happened a year ago—it was a long way until here. “You are nothing but scum that needs to get fucked and humiliated.”
She moans louder.
“You will be the highlight of the party,” I say. “You little slut, everyone will see what a fucktoy you are.Myfucktoy.” And with that, she trembles and explodes.
Just in time for the knocking on the door.
I walk to the door and open it.
Kat leans against the entrance wall, a wide grin on her face. A beautiful blonde woman walking up and down in front of my house with her.
“Hi,” Kat says in her mischievous tone.
“You look pleased,” I say.
“I am,” she says. “Meet Lilian.” And she points to the pacing woman.
“She does not look like she wants to be here.”
“Because she does not,” says Kat.