2 comments/ 13870 views/ 6 favorites I Am Sir's By: Boheminxen Dedicated to Kenton, for being a beautiful black guy though he denies my request to dread his hair every time, and by that justification also, Amon, for whom the foot bit is also written. And to Gabriel, my best friend, for being a doll and giving this a quick read for me. Love you guys, x. I do not, in any way, shape, or form condone domestic violence, whether physical or verbal. At all. Period. While this is in the BDSM category, this errs on the domestic abuse side and perhaps reluctance, too, and I caution readers to be aware of that. Also, if you aren't into interracial couplings or infidelity offends you, you may not be interested in reading further. Either way, please enjoy. Also: these characters are above eighteen, and so their fucking is arguably legal, if you ignore any claims of rape that she may have in the future. 'Cause God knows she likes it, begs for it, even. Thank you for checking it out, in any case. ~*~ "Hello?" she asked, breathless from the rush of getting out of the shower in time to answer the phone. "What took you so long, darling?" She bit her lip at the sound of his voice, the deep command that it resonated with, and almost let the towel slip. "I'm sorry, Sir. I was still in the shower," she answered, her own voice meek and submissive, the sound of obedience. "This late? What have you been doing until now?" "I was cleaning, Sir. I didn't notice the time." She didn't dare mention that she had fallen asleep, after cleaning, and that was why she hadn't noticed the time. But he believed her, amusement in his next question,"Oh? Are you not so excited about tonight that you're actually not pausing to check the clock every two minutes?" "No, Sir – I can't wait to have you to myself tonight. I simply didn't want to ruin what will be a fabulous dinner with a house only half-cleaned, because I was distracted," she told him, and though she had napped, it was the truth. The house would be nearly spotless when they got home. "Good girl," he complimented, proud of her diligence. "Thank you, Sir. You will be here at eight, right?" she checked. His sigh was audible before he spoke,"No, Delilah, I'm sorry. I was calling to explain that you'll need to call a cab. Take the money out of the jar for him; I'll replace it when I get home. Tell him to take you to Black Tie. It's new, off of Third Street, if he doesn't recognize it right away. Four stars, baby, you'll like it." "I always like going out with you, Sir, thank you." Delilah really did hope he remembered to replace the money in the jar, though. She needed to go grocery shopping in the morning, and that was her household allowance. "Of course, sweetheart. Now, get dressed, and don't be late," he ordered. "Wait, Sir, please: what would you like me to wear?" "Wear that pretty red dress that I like so much. And stockings; you know how much I love them." "Yes, Sir. And underneath?" "Surprise me, dress to please. See you later, doll." He hung up after her soft 'goodbye, Sir', and she was left alone to contemplate the meaning of his stocking comment. She remembered the times that he had used them to tie her up, or choke her out of anger... was it meant to be ominous? A light panic seized her: she had been good, hadn't she? Delilah had done everything that had been asked of her, as far as she could remember, but he sometimes didn't need a reason. After all, he was Sir. With a sigh, she realized she couldn't never know what he had planned, and went to her closet. Tonight would be a cat and mouse game – only of that, she could be sure. ~*~ The cab driver regarded the beauty as she sashayed down the steps of the town house he had been ordered to wait outside of at 7:30 pm. She was a bombshell, most certainly, especially to the middle-aged, silver-toothed Hispanic. Her lips were painted a deep crimson, and curved in a constant small, knowing smile. Cat eyes were outlined in thick kohl, and gleamed a yellow-green in the low light of a street lamp. Black hair with a hint of dark brunette flowed down to what was certain to be a tight, handful of ass. He only wished she would turn back to grab something from the house; with her silky, candy apple red dress that hugged her petite curves perfectly, he was sure to see it for himself if she did. She leaned down to ask him through the open window,"Do you know where Black Tie is?" He grinned at her, mostly for the generous show of pale cleavage, silver teeth glinting, and nodded,"Yes, senorita, and I'd be happy to take a stunning young lady like you there for half the usual charge." She laughed, blushing at his compliment,"How kind of you, Mr. Garcia. Thank you." Delilah slipped into the back seat and smiled at the sweet driver in the rear view mirror as he pulled off, but it was absent-minded. She only hoped not to be late, as Sir had demanded, but she knew better than to be early, too. He would most certainly think that she tried to get there before in order to do things out of his sight. She couldn't count the number of times he had thought she'd gotten a quickie in the ten minutes she'd waited for him with some random patron of the same establishment. Hopefully, the cab driver would use the thirty minutes given to him and no more to get there – and luckily, he did. She got out and paid the half-priced fee with another sweet thank you. He wished her a goodnight, but didn't pull right off when she turned to go inside. Finally, Garcia thought, the view he had wished for, and God damn, that ass was beautiful. How he'd love to have that splayed before him, his admittedly less-than-average-sized cock slipping into the tight... ah, fuck, there she went and kissed some fucking, young negro. Lucky prick, he thought, and angrily, he jerked out into traffic and narrowly missed swiping an already dented, shitty Corolla. Delilah didn't even notice the cab driver or his jealous exit; she was stunned at the sight of her Sir. The suit fit him well, and though it might have looked comical on his muscular, tall frame, it actually complimented it. His dreads were pulled back, as they always were when he wanted to clean up, and his mocha skin looked soft. She smiled up at him, taking his large, outstretched hand in her own, and rose up on her tip toes to meet his kiss. His lips were possessive in their taking and his hand slipped from hers to her slender hip, pulling what was his closer. When he pulled away, his eyes were dark with lust and he grinned at her, that lion's smirk. "You look gorgeous, darling," he told her and leaned down to kiss her again, a light peck,"And you got here in just the nick of time. Good girl." She flushed at his approval and smiled up at him, heart fluttering in her chest,"Thank you, Sir." "Come on, we have reservations, and this place is too hot to be even a second late," he told her, half boasting. Delilah giggled,"Yes, Sir, you always pick the best places." After the cute, frazzled hostess led them to their table, and he pulled out her seat like a gentleman, she slipped her heels off and a stockinged foot teased the inside of his pants leg, along his muscular calf. He chuckled at her frisky move. "My naughty little girl," he teased and reached beneath the table cloth discreetly to grasp her foot and asked,"Is someone hot for me, already?" She giggled a little, tickled by his strong fingers against her slender arch, and gave a helpless shrug,"I can't help it, Sir. You know how I love when you wear a suit." "Yeah?" he asked, and laughed at her half-restrained gasp when her cute foot was placed on his exposed erection,"Well, this is how much I like that dress on you, sweetheart." Surprised, but unable to tamp down her arousal, she couldn't help her question,"May I... we... May I please you, Sir?" He chuckled at her stumbling, his shy little slut, and nodded,"Of course, darling. I know you never can wait." "The bathroom, Sir?" she suggested, already beginning to pull her foot away to get up with him. He grabbed her foot and put it back, correcting her,"Right here and now, Delilah." "But, Sir... how will I...?" she asked, trailing off in her question. Firm in his answer, he repeated himself,"Right here and now. You know how." Delilah blushed a pretty pink and he brushed his fingertips along her sensitive calf to encourage her. He loved reducing her to a half-wit, and even more than that, he loved watching her pushing herself to please him, no matter where, how, or when. He loved his control. Slowly, he felt her delicate foot rub along the length of what she referred to as a monster, which at a thick eight and a half inches, he supposed it was. With a practiced self-constraint, he denied the inner urge to groan at her skilled tease. She felt him tremor, just barely, and smiled coyly up at him, keeping her pretty eyes on his own thickly-lashed, brown ones. His nostrils flared, and she giggled, feeling his cock throb at the girlish sound. Her toes tickled his trimmed pubic hair, the coarse curls, and then a large, heavy sack full of promises for a good reward. "Oh, please, Sir, won't you cum for me? Doesn't it turn you on, to be around so many people, your little darling giving you a good foot job? Don't you wish for that bathroom now, to coat me or if I really pleased you, fill me?" she asked, her voice soft and innocent, but her bedroom eyes spoke volumes, darkened to an emerald with lust. With that, she felt the hard jerks of his monster against her ankle, and the spurts against her toes, wetting the thin stockings. His fingers grasped the table's edge for the few moments that it took for his sack to be emptied for the time being and covered his need to groan with a slight cough. She giggled and he smiled at her when he was calm again. "Think that's funny, darling?" She bit her lip and shook her head, but was unable to keep her tone from having a teasing lilt,"No, of course not, Sir. Kind of sexy, though." He chuckled and slipped a hand beneath the table, wiping at the gobs on her small foot, and along his length, found a bit on the table cloth. "Only kind of? Well, it'll be even sexier when you clean up the mess you made, hm, love? You can start by licking my fingers clean, and maybe before we leave, you can finish in that precious public bathroom that you love so much." Her flushed face turned even pinker at the prospect, but her eyes danced with arousal as she answered him,"Yes, please, Sir." Without the slightest glance around the room, he offered the white cream to his girl's lips, and watched as she licked it off eagerly. After she seemed to get most of it off, she took his fingertips between her red lips, staining his dark skin lightly as she sucked the last bit off. "Thank you, Sir," she murmured when he pulled away. "You're welcome, darling. Did you like it?" he asked, tucking his still half-hard cock away for another time. "Always, Sir. You know I love a mouthful of cum," she answered, and finally, her cheeks matched her lips for redness at her honest streak of sluttiness. He chuckled, but didn't answer as the waiter, a cute guy of the college age with a mop of brunette curls and blue eyes deserving poetry, appeared. Dominic, as Sir's colleagues called him, watched as the kid took hardly any notice of him at all and instantly stared at the sweet knock-out that had just satisfied him. Rather than say a word, he took note at the way Delilah glowed under the extra attention, and realized just how low-cut her dress was, the way her button nipples pressed against the material. A jealous rage filled him, but that same self-constraint controlled an obvious outburst. Coolly, Dominic ordered for them both and the slender man reluctantly left. "Go take your panties off while we wait for the food," he ordered, on a whim. "Yes, Sir." Delilah mistook his obvious attention towards the waiter and the slight nod in the man's direction after his order for permission to tease the poor guy. In the past, he had often gotten her do such things with select men, despite the way his jealousy caused him to be extra rough when they fucked afterwards. It turned him on, and she loved to do that for him. She withdrew her damp foot from his lap and slipped it back into her heels, sashaying to the restroom. The ladies' room was near the kitchen exit and Dominic watched in disbelief as the fucking whore grabbed the waiter by the tie and led him into the restroom. Delilah giggled at the bumbling idiot that she'd taken into the second-to-last stall, and pressed him down to sit on the toilet. "Tell me, Joseph, how old are you?" she asked, running her fingers through his thick, soft curls. "Nineteen, miss," he stammered, obviously bewildered at the gorgeous woman before him and her touch. "And have you ever fucked a woman before?" she asked, her fingers trailing to his jawline. "Never one of your beauty, miss," he murmured, and when her fingertip pressed against his lips, he obediently took it into his mouth, suckling on the soft skin. "Well, darling, you're about to be in for the ride of your life, but it has to be quick. I only have until the food is ready; think you can finish for me by then?" she asked, pulling her fingers away. He nodded, but nervously, he objected,"What about your boyfriend?" "My Sir," she corrected,"ordered this." His almost-too-full lips formed an 'o' at this, but she hurried him along,"Come on, now, get out your cock. Let me see it." He fumbled with the small button on his pants and the zipper seemed to stick partway, but finally, he fished out his slender, six-inch hard-on. She batted his hand out of the way, and replaced it with her own, lightly stroking along the average length. He openly trembled under her touch, and she kissed his cheek to soothe him. "Calm down," she whispered in his ear, nipping at it,"And enjoy, Joey." Her thumb rubbed his already generous amount of pre-cum along the mushroom-shaped, purple head and watched as it gleamed along the trail of the sensitive underside. "I want you to reach under my dress and take off my panties," she told him, and asked,"Can you do that, or do I need to?" "I c-can," he stammered, too excited to say much more. "Good boy," she encouraged with a soothing tone. His hands were shaky as they skimmed her soft thighs, and the dress pulled up with their ascent to reveal the way her cunt was tightly encased in red lace. He tucked his thumbs in the waistband and tugged what turned out to be a thong down her legs and when she stepped out of it, he snuck it into his pocket as he distracted her with a question. "May I... May I take you from behind, miss? I've never had a woman like that," he mumbled sheepishly. She bit her lip, but nodded, knowing Sir never liked her to say no to anything asked of her,"Of course." With a bit of maneuvering, he stood behind her, back to the door, as she bent over and gripped the toilet to steady herself. He pushed the dress up to reveal her pert ass, and he grabbed it, parting it. With the rough quickness of a novice, he thrust into her ass before she could object, and she whimpered in a shrill half-shriek. He ignored her, apparently unable to tell pain from pleasure or perhaps too cruel to apologize and correct himself, and drilled home. Her ass was used to a monster cock with lube, though, and it recovered from the slender, but dry invasion after a few hard thrusts. She regretted Sir's pity on the young, lusty fellow, but when his hand slipped to her dripping cunt, fingers deftly finding her g-spot and clit alike to push her to a quick orgasm as well, she realized he was no amateur... this was just the way he liked it. Five minutes later, she was moaning into the crook of her thin arm, exploding in a pent up climax, and couldn't warn him that Sir didn't allow men to cum in her. Lack of self control had him empty within her as well – or maybe he had taken the quickie label to heart, she briefly wondered in the fog of ecstasy. He pulled out, and left her with the first drops of cum to drip down her thighs. She huffed at the sound of the bathroom door closing and stood up, nervous with the feeling of another man's seed deep within her back entrance. When she looked down, she expected to see the red lace, at least, but it wasn't there. That God damn thief, she thought; what would Sir do now? The boy's potent orgasm leaked down her thighs as she walked back to the table and she was surprised to see an intense anger in her Sir's eyes. "Where are your panties?" he asked, voice gruff and raw. "I... he took them, Sir, I'm sorry," she answered, eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. "He? You better be fucking sorry, going off and being a whore for some other man. Were you that eager for a bathroom fuck? Did you taste his cum, too? Did you need a little white meat to satisfy you? Getting tired of dark meat, huh? Did his pencil dick do any good, at least?" he asked, his voice hushed and cool, but the taunts hit home and tears sprung up in her eyes. "Sir, I thought... I thought when you told me to take off my panties, you nodded to him. In the past, you've –" "I've what? I've told you fuck someone else, Delilah. Never have I gestured silently, so don't use that as an excuse to be a slut." She dabbed at her eyes with a napkin, desperate not to ruin her make up and upset Sir any more, gasping softly,"Sir, I'm so sorry. I really thought you meant for me to fuck him. And, Sir, I'm even more sorry, because... because he came inside of me, Sir. He took me by surprise, and I didn't have time to warn him not to... he took me up the ass, dry, and in the middle of my orgasm, he just came and then he left me there." "That's what you fucking deserve," he growled and then at the sight of her genuine emotion, he sighed and softened his tone a tad,"Look, Delilah, regardless of it being a real mistake, you know I must punish you. I can't have my property being used by random strangers, and more than that, he came in you and took your panties. You've failed me tonight and I suggest you only eat your meal. I'm too angry to talk right now." She nodded, but wouldn't meet his eyes, a sniffle escaping,"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Sir; it won't happen again, and I accept any punishment you deem necessary. Please... please try not to let this ruin tonight, though. Enjoy your meal." He only nodded at her small speech. When their plates came, he couldn't taste his steak, but he imagined it was the boy he was stabbing and dismembering rather than a dead, cooked piece of cow meat. She picked at her salad in weeping silence. Ten minutes later, he ordered for their food to be wrapped up to go, and stiffly, he walked her out to the car. Their silence continued on the ride home, and when a favorite song came on the radio, he shut it off. In the privacy of their home, his anger finally burst. "What the fuck were you thinking, Delilah! Wearing that God damn scrap of a fucking dress – I bet you fucked the cab driver, too. Isn't that why you barely made it on time?" "N-no, Sir!" she exclaimed,"I know you hate for me to either early or late. I was only trying to be on time." "You know I hate liars, Delilah," he growled and stepped closer, his fingers closing around her slender, pale throat as he pushed her back to the wall. She nodded frantically,"Yes, Sir, and I'm not lying. I wore the dress for you, Sir. It's the red dress that you like best, and I wanted to please you with something sexy after a long, hard day at work. Oh, Sir, I only meant to please you with everything that I did!" By her last sentence, she was reduced to tears, but his hand cracked into her face anyway. She sobbed harder as he let go of her in disgust, and slid to the floor, burning face in her hands. "Get the fuck up, slut. Don't you fucking try that bullshit with me, like you actually thought fucking some random stranger would please me. Go on, get the fuck up those God damn stairs before I drag you. Would you like that, huh? Is that why you do this stupid shit? So I have to hurt you? Move, God dammit!" he growled, yanking her up by her hair until she stood on wobbly heels and shakily took the stairs. I Am Sir's She shrieked when he pushed her towards the bedroom and into the bathroom, but that only earned her another mind-jarring slap across the face. "Take off that skanky dress," he demanded, voice cooler now, but even scarier. She knew what that emotionally exhausted calm could bring and hurriedly obeyed with trembling fingers. With the dress off, she stood in stockings and heels, but nothing else. In the cold air, her dark nipples pebbled, and in the light, her thighs appeared crusted with cum. "Those, too," he ordered, gesturing the last of her outfit,"Now, slut." She bit her lip and stepped out of her tall shoes and then peeled the stockings down her slender legs, too. Delilah obediently sat them in his outstretched hands, only to be surprised when one of those hands knocked her into the bathtub without warning. She gasped when her head hit the tile and the corners of her vision blackened. Her legs knocked against the metal with enough force that they'd surely bruise and she'd be relinquished to long pants for at least a week, maybe two. She didn't have time to react before a rush of cold water from the shower head hit her and a long stocking found its way around her neck in a noose, his hand pulling it tight while the other slapped her thighs open. "Don't you ever fucking pull that shit again, you got me, Delilah?" he asked, his eyes hard and glaring into her frightened face. He didn't give a rat's ass if she was sorry just then, or even afraid. She deserved it. What kind of woman cheated on a man she loved, served? No woman did – only a slut, a whore, a fucking piece of trash. Well, he'd show her what that sort of thing deserved. "Yes, sir," she whimpered and couldn't contain her cry of pain when he roughly use a cloth to scrub her thighs clean under the freezing water until they were raw and red. His touch didn't soften when he reached her cunt, either,"Unless I specifically tell you to fuck something, you don't. Not even yourself, and you know that, dammit. You know that and you went and fucked some pansy of a pencil dick waiter. I'm glad he hurt you, but he didn't hurt you nearly enough. Not like I will tonight. I'll make you regret it." "I already do, Sir! I'm so sorry," she wept, and she didn't know if she'd be able to take his cock for another week, not out of punishment, but for how sore she'd be. "Not yet, you aren't," he corrected her gruffly,"Now shut the fuck up." He tightened the hold on the stocking until she could only barely breathe and the thought of talking went out of her mind right away. She couldn't make him understand, she realized; she could only hope that he would forgive her after this. She accepted her punishment, and didn't fight as the rag rubbed against her already slightly sore asshole. "And, more than anything that angers me, don't ever, ever Delilah, let another man cum in you. You are my property – mine, Delilah, and mine only – to use and enjoy and above that, cum in. Not that you deserve it after this." Choked, she couldn't even nod in reply, but a moment later, with a final shove of disgust, he moved away and demanded,"Get your whore ass out of the water. There's more to be done with you." She scratched at the stocking around her neck until it loosened and gratefully gasped in full breaths of air, although some of the water got in, as well. He watched, without pity or remorse, as she struggled to get up and turn off the water. Dripping wet, she stepped out. "Into the bedroom." She obediently walked out of the bathroom and into their lush bedroom, but didn't find any of her usual joy at being in the place where the magic usually happened. Delilah was surprised to find a curvy redhead sitting on the edge of her bed, and shivering, she turned back to Dominic. "Oh, Sir, no, please –" "What? Don't give you a taste of your own medicine? I'm sure you'll enjoy it. You always get wet at seeing me with another woman, and you always love touching another woman, don't you? Well, this time, you're only to get her ready for me while I punish you some more, and then you'll sit on your sore little slut ass and watch as I make love to her like I sometimes do you when you're good. And if you're lucky, I might even hate fuck you. Because right now, Delilah, I almost hate you. I can't, because I love you with all my heart, but God dammit, you've hurt me. Do you realize how much it hurt to see you fuck some pussy over me?" he asked, but he didn't let the bare emotion stay on his face for long. Gruffly, he pushed her over to the woman who grabbed her with an easy strength by the hair. The redhead laughed, a wicked little giggle,"My, my, Dominic. You've lowered your standards to let this Asian bitch in your heart. Sure you don't want to throw this one out and come back to me already?" He growled at her,"Shut the fuck up and just do the favor I asked, all right?" Carol shrugged and turned to the whimpering girl in her hands,"Well, love, you heard the man. Looks like I'll just have to have my fun by breaking you for him. I hope you're good at eating cunt and ass, because tonight, you're going to get a fill of it. And, even better, all while you get a good caning. Dominic told me how much you hate that, and I couldn't resist bringing it over for him to use. After all, fucking another man? Tsk, tsk, little slut... don't you know what you have? You deserve to have a bleeding ass." Delilah was almost numb with fear and pain. Emotional and physical. She was exhausted. She only wanted to please Sir, to apologize, and if that meant dealing with this cunt, then so be it. She deserved it. "Please, what do you want me to do, Sir?" "Undress her," he ordered, voice firm and cold. Carol let her go and stood before Delilah, still as her shaking fingers worked the buttons of her top off and then slipped it down her arms. Somehow, the bra came to be unclasped and tossed, as well. Her skirt was unzipped and slid off, too, to reveal a fiery bush of curls, all natural. "I hoped you don't mind a little bit of hair, slut, but then again, you don't have much of a choice, now do you?" Carol asked with a smirk, grabbing the girl's wet hair again as she sat back on the bed and spread her legs to reveal an already wet pussy. "No, ma'am," Delilah agreed with a slight 'oomph' as she was roughly shoved to her knees. "On your hands and knees," Dominic demanded and she could hear him rustling with something. "Try to dive in and distract yourself," Carol hinted with a wink,"'cause this is gonna hurt. A lot." "I know you can't handle pain very well, Delilah, so I'm only going to give you ten strikes with the cane. After that, I'll switch to the cat 'o nine tails to warm your ass some more until you have her orgasm. Carol's a hard one, though, so you better try hard, or you won't be able to move for a month. I won't stop, no matter how much you beg or cry, and you better not stop either, or I'll move to your cunt. Do you understand?" he asked. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." "Good girl," he murmured, unable to help himself at admiring her obedience even in the face of what was to be a painful punishment and a half-unjustified one, at that. He knew she was sorry and it was only a mistake, but his anger needed an outlet and she needed a lesson to remember in the future. Delilah bent to the damp bush in front of her and inhaled the sweet, musky scent of a woman's arousal. Lightly, her tongue slipped between the puffy labia to get a taste of the potent liquid. Carol moaned as the girl grazed her swollen clit, and when her face was pressed closer with the impact of the first strike of the cane, the whimper muffled in her cunt, she couldn't help how wet it made her. She loved how helpless this slut was, and the pain she was feeling, too; after all, this was the bitch that pleased Dominic more than she ever had. The line crossed his sweetheart's cute ass and would surely leave a bruised welt. He rubbed the cool, hard wood against the wound and couldn't help the slight vengeful satisfaction at the hiss of pain she admitted into Carol's pretty, red bush. He bet her face looked sweet buried between those pale, shapely thighs, but the anger at imagining that same face, those same lips wrapped around another man's dick caused the second strike to be twice as hard. Damn, he had to remember to be careful with this fucking thing, especially with his petite lolita. By the fifth crack of the cane, she was crying as she ate Carol, and by the eighth, her cries turned to a constant sob. Carol only thought Delilah's weeping made the oral that much more messy and hot. Delilah was so, so sorry, but didn't dare say a word, knowing it would only come off as asking for mercy and that would anger her Sir. Carol's fingers went to her large, rosy nipples and twisted and tugged at the sensitive buds. Her moans mixed with the sobbing agony of the girl between her legs. After the tenth strike, Dominic tossed aside the evil monster that turned his girl's bottom into a red, angry mess reminiscent of a chain-link fence pattern. His rage was nearly gone, but he would see through the punishment. He must, he reminded himself, even if he felt pity for his apologetic lover. He grabbed the cat 'o nine tails, and once more, teased her aching ass, this time with the cool straps of leather. She whimpered into the slick folds of Carol's pussy, but he ignored the pained noise. Instead, he cracked down on her, and was rewarded with an even more fervent shriek. It took ten of those before Carol finally erupted in a writhing, moaning orgasmic mess, gripping Delilah's soft, black hair in her harsh fingers and closing her thighs around her pretty head. When Delilah was released, she gratefully pulled up for air and straightened just a little, although her ass was too sore to put any sort of pressure on. God, she'd never sit again. "Thank you, Sir, Ma'am, or Mistress, is it?" Carol smiled down at her, that same evil glint in her eye. "Mistress, yes, and I know your jaws must be sore. I tried to hold out as long as I could, but damn, Dominic, you've taught her to be a good little cunt-eating whore. I might have to borrow her sometime and teach her to take pain better, huh?" Dominic ignored her question, and instead spoke to Delilah,"Move back so she can flip over and then I want you to ready her ass for me. First with your nasty mouth and then with your fingers. Carol, you'll have to work my cock, because I don't want that touching me." "Yes, Sir," Delilah mumbled and Carol's answer was similar, but it was a mocking tone she used. Delilah hated her. Not for having her Sir, or being a part of her punishment, but for her blatant disrespect and rebellion. It was disgusting for a woman to act like that, and she couldn't begin to understand such actions. Nonetheless, when Carol's equally round ass was presented to her, slender hands parted the pale cheeks, and Delilah obediently set to work at wetting the tight rosebud before her. She hoped Sir's monster tore this apart, but she knew that if he made love to Carol, especially after being lubed up, he'd be careful and gentle and everything would go smoothly. She made a face at the unclean taste of a woman who wasn't completely diligent in cleaning her behind, but didn't dare take a chance at stopping nor complaining. It wasn't her place at the time. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her nude, mocha-skinned Adonis walk to the bed and climb to it, showing Carol his thick length. She imagined the pink lips of the bitch she was working on slipping around his girth as she heard the unrestrained groan, and the way her gleaming eyes looked up into his, his hand in her red hair... Delilah shut her eyes and pushed the images out of her mind, focusing on her orders. To please Sir, that was all she existed for, and that was how she'd do it, to obey demands and not be distracted by whimsical thoughts. She deserved this, she remembered. "Ah, fuck, Carol... God, you're good," he groaned, but in truth, his heart wasn't completely in it. His cock throbbed at the sight of his Delilah eating out another woman and even the punishment had aroused him though he never enjoyed to be very violent with her. Nonetheless, Carol's wet mouth helped despite her bad habit of using too much teeth and her inability to take his entire length with the same practiced ease as Delilah did. She was trying though, her best, ironically, to outshine his girl. He wondered briefly if it was wrong to use his ex-girlfriend as revenge on Delilah, but then, it wasn't right what she had done either. Carol pulled away to swirl her tongue around the dark head of his fat dick, tasting the salty, masculine flavor of his pre-cum. Wet kisses trailed down the familiar, sensitive route of the underside, and from there, she took his balls, one after the other, into her warm mouth, suckling gently. He groaned again, undone by that particular move. Delilah used it all the time, knowing that his balls were just as much of a sweet spot as his cock itself. Speaking of his girl, he could see that she had stretched Carol's ass to accept three fingers and was working a fourth, slowly. Reaching into the bedside table's drawer, he pulled a thing of lube and ordered Carol to slick up his dick with it. Her hands worked his hard on better than her mouth, and when he was happy, he tossed the bottle to his girl, bopping her on the shoulder. Surprised, fingers still caught in Carol's asshole, she looked up at her Sir and regarded his cool gaze with her own sad one. "Sir?" she asked. "It's lube. Get her ready. I'm about to fuck her. Better than I ever fuck you," he added, cruel in the last of his anger. The verbal assault was like a blow the face and he didn't quite enjoy her flinch the way he wished he did. She obediently withdrew her hand and grabbed the lube before going back to stretching Carol's tight ass. A minute later, Dominic smacked her out of the way, back onto her sore ass, causing her to squeal. "Stay," he ordered her, much like a dog,"I want you to sit on that ruined ass while I fuck Carol. Watch every damn moment of it, and feel what I felt, Delilah. And don't you say one word, got it?" "Yes, sir," she answered, but it wasn't a sigh of defeat and he really wanted to simply kiss her, to tell her she was forgiven... but not yet, he reminded himself. Carol wiggled her ass, eager for his monster to fill her, and when he pressed against the slick, but still tight bud, she moaned already. He slowly pushed into her, and grasped her hips with gentle hands, not wishing to bruise her tonight, not in front of Delilah at least. Delilah's own ass hurt, pressed against the cold, unforgiving wooden floor. She didn't dare move as she watched her Sir's muscular ass clench, his hips moving in powerful thrusts, and listened to the wet sound of the slap of their bodies, that gentle meeting. Her nails dug into her thighs to keep a sob from escaping, but after minutes of torturous moans and groans from the fucking of her Sir and that bitch... she couldn't help it. Oh God, she thought as tears streamed down her pretty face, please stop, please know that I'm sorry, please forgive me! He came after a long, intense fuck that included her second, and then third orgasm of the night. He planned to cuddle her, but now, he couldn't stand the sight of the white bitch he had dumped five years ago. And she was still so enthralled with him. "Go on, Carol. Get dressed and get the fuck out of here. You've done your part," he ordered and smacked her ass to hurry her along. "You fucking bastard," she snarled,"You fucking use me to get back at this dumb bitch and now you kick me out? Five years ago, Dominic, that's when we broke up! And neither of us have been happy since!" "You haven't been happy since," he corrected, grasping her firmly by the elbow and picking up her clothes, his strong body easily manhandling hers out the door,"And that isn't my problem. I only needed you around to teach my lover a lesson, and now that she's gotten the point, you can leave and not come back." "You're fucking unbelievable. I hope that whore leaves you for a better man, just like I did. And with her track record, I bet she will!" Dominic's nostrils flared with anger, and Delilah cringed at the sound of his hand cracking against Carol's face, as much as she felt a grim satisfaction at it. A few moments later, the screaming ended with the slam of the front door and she heard his footsteps on the stairs shortly before he appeared back in the bedroom. After a pregnant pause, she asked,"May I speak, Sir?" "Yes, Delilah. What is it?" he asked, and as he sat on the edge of the bed, he looked at her thoughtfully. Although he hadn't given her permission, she crawled over to kneel between his legs, and took his large hands in hers. She was pleased to see that he didn't pull away, and she kissed his fingertips. "Speak, pumpkin, not move," he murmured, only halfheartedly. She was such a good girl, he thought. "I'm sorry, Sir, I just don't quite know what to say... You're such a good man, Sir, and I'm sorry for ever disappointing you with even the most genuine of mistakes. I hope you understand that. I want you to be happy, and I want to be the reason for that happiness, too," she rambled, glad to be close to him again, her face resting on his soft hands. "I know, gorgeous, but I couldn't let you think it was okay to fuck others without permission. I hope you understand that, too. You mustn't obey me. But always, you make me happy. Now, get up so I can fix that bottom," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her forehead, and help her up. He kiss the thin belly in front of his face and nuzzled the soft, trimmed landing strip. "Sir... it hurts too bad to touch. Can we please skip it?" she asked, a nervous whine in her voice. He ignored her plea, and whispered against her cunt,"This is mine, Delilah. All mine. And that sore ass, too. No other man gets that. No other woman. And never, ever will they fill it. Promise me, sweetheart. Promise me that you've learned your lesson." "Yes, Sir, of course," she whispered, playing with a stray dread, and cradling his head to her, hungry for his touch, any touch at all. "That's my very good girl," he murmured against her thigh, kissing it. Gently, he pushed her body backwards and moved to his knees. He pressed a dark hand between pale thighs and pushed them apart, nuzzling the insides of her thighs as well. Surprised, he found them damp. "Sir, you mustn't. I haven't been good," she mumbled, self-conscious. He laughed and nibbled her inner thigh affectionately,"Hush, girl, and accept that I'm being kind tonight. I hate hurting you, baby doll. And it was a mistake, no matter how wrong. You deserve to be soothed. You're no pain slut, and cane's are much too harsh for a petite little thing like you. I was too angry to know better." "Yes, Sir, thank you," she said, her small hands on his shoulders, steadying herself and rubbing the tense muscles she found there. He sighed under her sweet touch and moved to taste his gorgeous girl, licking between swollen lips and coating his tongue with slick arousal. He was rewarded by a soft, girlish moan and chuckled at how easily she craved her Sir's affection after the test on their relationship. "I love you, Sir," she murmured, almost too softly for him to hear, in between quiet moans of pleasure. "I love you, too, darling," he assured her,"More than anyone else." "Yes, Sir," she agreed, on the edge of another groan caught in her delicate throat. Slowly, he moved to fill her needy cunt with first one, then two, and with a stretch, three fingers. "Cum for me, sweetheart. For me, no one else. Look at me, look at my face, at who you're cumming for," he directed, emphasizing his ownership as he rubbed her sensitive g-spot and with his thumb, her swollen clit, too. I Am Sir's "Please, Sir, please let me have your cock first. I want to cum on your cock, Sir," she moaned, voice tight with need, looking down at him with half-closed eyes and face marred by eyeliner stains. "Cum now," he ordered, ignoring her plea once more. Delilah came under the intense stare of her Sir, drenching his hand with her juices. After a long moment of clenching muscles, he finally pulled away from her orgasm, and stood to his full, impressive height. Gently, he coaxed her lips apart to clean his fingers and she did so, keeping his gaze with her own lust-filled eyes. "Good girl," he complimented her again and leaned down to kiss her lips, even more possessively than the first of the night. Lightly, he pushed her backwards, back into the bathroom, and turned on the water to a lukewarm temperature. Breaking the kiss, he caught her legs by the knees and cradled her body, always careful of that poor ass, as he carried her into the shower. "Thank you, Sir," she murmured into his neck and he nodded, kissing her bruised throat. "My poor baby," he sighed,"Why must you make me hurt you so?" "I didn't mean to, Sir," she mumbled, tiredly. "I know, darling, I know," he reassured her, admiring the way she didn't once forget to protest the innocent, obedient nature of her mistake,"You're my good girl that only made a stupid mistake, and it won't happen again." He set her down and let her lean against her, arms around his waist,"Yes, Sir." Gently, he massaged coconut shampoo into her long hair, running his fingers through the thick, soft length. When he turned her to rinse it out, water streamed against her bruised, cut up ass, and she hissed, grasping him tighter. He hushed her and with a kiss to her forehead,"Please, bare with me, lover. We'll fix that, soon." She nodded and tried not to cry again, as he repeated with more shampoo and soap ran down into the wounds. Conditioner came next and while they waited the two minutes, he used a loofah to tenderly wash her small, perky breasts. The pebble-sized nipples came to life under his attention and after rinsing them off, he nibbled and suckled until she was moaning and writhing again for him. "Ah, God, Sir, please..." she moaned. He continued to ignore her pleas, and simply rinsed out the conditioner until her hair shone under the light. "I don't want to hurt you," he mumbled into that sweet-smelling hair when she begged again. "I deserve to hurt," she mumbled against his neck, kissing it,"And I want it, so badly, Sir." "Hold on tight, let me carry your weight, all right?" he asked. "Yes, Sir." "Good girl," and with that, he grasped her hips as gently as possible, pulling her up to slip right down on his cock. She gasped at the thick invasion, and his monster cock filled her tight, wet cunt. "Oh God, thank you, Sir... you're so fucking big," she moaned and her arms wrapped around his neck, her petite weight in his arms. Rather than cup her ass, he held her lower back with one strong arm, and as he pressed her shoulders against the smooth, cold wall of the shower, the other pressed against it for stability. "Ah, fuck, you feel good," he groaned as he thrust into her, again and again, rough in the taking,"And all mine, God dammit. All fucking mine, isn't that right, baby?" "Always, Sir, I am yours." Gasping with every deep bottoming out, her nails left red lines down his dark back and he leaned in to ravish her neck with kisses and bites – more marks to prove whose she was. It wasn't long before they both fell victim to harsh climaxes, and he began to feel that same exhaustion as she did, after his third orgasm of the day. Gently setting her on her feet outside of the shower, he turned off the water and grabbed a terry cloth towel to tenderly dry her off. He knelt on a towel, and kneaded her breasts, rubbed her tummy, between her legs and down along them, before spinning her around, and up the backs of her legs, patting lightly at her sore ass, and up her back to her hair, which he diligently wrung out. Standing, he kissed the nape of her neck. "My trooper," he whispered and she smiled before turning around. "Sir, may I?" she asked, grabbing the towel from him and she didn't wait for permission to dry off his muscular physique. His thick biceps and broad chest, the ripped abdomen, the strong thighs and calves, and tight ass... nothing was left out. And before she was finished, she leaned in to give her Sir's cock a kiss. "Tell me, Sir, can she give head as well as your girl does?" she asked with a coy grin, happy that the ordeal was over. He growled,"Careful, or you just might have to perform after that bitch nearly raked me raw." She laughed as he pulled her back into his arms and leaned up to kiss him,"Anything you wish, Sir." Dominic grabbed the aloe vera healing lotion and led her back into the bedroom,"Right now, I want you over my lap so I can fix that pretty ass of yours, baby. And then we're going to bed. We've both had a long day." She nodded helplessly, and lay over his lap, dick rubbing against her tummy. His hands were gentle as he squirted a generous amount of lotion onto the wounds and rubbed it in, but she hissed and whimpered almost the entire time. Still, he persevered, knowing it would help in the long run. Delilah wiped at fresh tears, angry at the damp feel of them because he was being so sweet to do this anyway. "All done," he announced, finally. "Thank you, Sir," she murmured, half asleep by the end of it. He chuckled and picked her up again to tuck her in beside him, under the cozy, soft blankets. "Goodnight, my girl," he whispered with another kiss to her forehead, and just softly, he could hear her mumble,"Goodnight, Sir, thank you."