Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 14

Tuesday, September 5th, 10:19 pm

I was lying on the bed texting Erin the details of my and Astrid’s conversation when my submissive answered my summons, popping her head into the room.

Bobbi scanned the room in grim silence before turning her attention to me. “Is she gone?”

“Yeah,” I said, placing my phone on the bedside table. “She’s gone.”

My submissive stepped the rest of the way into the room and gently shut the door, leaning against it and looking a little more nervous than I would have expected. “What is it?” I asked.

Moments passed without her answering, and I simply watched her stare at the floor, drinking her with my eyes. She was wearing a thin silk robe tied gently around her waist. The lapels crossed over low on her chest between her breasts, and I couldn’t detect a hint of undergarments under it. Her hair was slightly darker than usual, evidence that she’d recently showered.

“What is it?” I asked again, my tone a little sharper.

She set her jaw and finally looked at me. “We haven’t been alone together in a long time.” Her tone also had an edge to it, as if she were telling a child something they should have already known.

“I know,” I said. “This has been overdue. Now, take the robe off.”

Bobbi didn’t move at first. She simply stared back at me with her jaw jutted out as she contemplated defiance—the war being waged in her head was written plainly across her face. However, the battle didn’t last long. In a few short moments, whatever resistance she felt crumbled, and her face relaxed as she reached for the belt of her robe and untied it. The collar hung precariously from her shoulders as the robe fell open, exposing her flawless teardrop breasts, light pink-brown nipples, abdomen, and smooth, clean-shaven pussy. A couple heartbeats later, the robe slid off her shoulders to pool around her feet, leaving her completely bare for my viewing pleasure.

In the month or so since I’d hired Tara to monitor and train me, Bobbi, Erin, and the others, Bobbi’s physique had seen subtle improvement. The submissive was already relatively fit with more of a slender frame, but Tara’s guidance had begun to unlock a whole other level of fitness for Bobbi. She’d once been feminine softness, but now I could see the faintest hint of abdominal muscles. Her arms and thighs carried slightly more muscle tone, and I even noticed that her ass—something that had never been all that impressive—looked marginally fuller. Her face remained roughly the same, but a careful diet and consistent exercise gave her a glow, and I’d never seen her complexion look so clear. Bobbi was an impressive specimen of a woman before, but as I gazed at her now, I noticed that she seemed nearly perfect in every way. I needed to tell Tara that whatever she was doing, to keep it up. I wanted her to stay like this.

I must have been staring at her for minutes, but Bobbi hadn’t moved from her spot next to the door. “Come here,” I said.

Once again, Bobbi didn’t immediately obey. It was as if she was trying to cling to whatever dregs were left over from her old life, and the only way to maintain the tiniest fraction of that was to make me wait a few moments before obeying me.

And then she placed one foot in front of the other.

“No,” I said. “Get on all fours.”

Bobbi balked at the suggestion. “Helen’s not here. We don’t have to play her stupid games.”

I slid to the edge of the bed. “What did you say?”

Fear flashed in Bobbi’s eyes. “I mean—”

“What did you call her?” I asked, rising to my feet.

“I just—”

“Get on all fours. Now.”

Surprisingly, Bobbi obeyed… this time without hesitating. She dropped to all fours and stared at the floor as she began slinking toward me with catlike grace, giving me a lovely view of her back. Thanks to Tara’s careful work, I noticed a slight toning.

As soon as she reached me, she tilted her head to meet my eyes from her place near my feet. I crouched down so that her head was in line with my chest as I gazed down into her eyes. I kept my voice low and even as I said, “Let’s get a few things straight, pet. You’re not Helen’s. You’re mine. In fact, Helen would be the first one to tell you that I own her every bit as much as I own you, so if you think for a second things will be different now that Helen isn’t around, you have another thing coming. Things didn’t change the few days Helen was gone last time, so I don’t know where you got the idea things would change this time. These aren’t Helen’s games. Helen does my bidding. This is all me.”

“Second,” I said as I reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of one hand. My knuckles brushed a few strands of golden brown hair off her cheek. “That is the last time you will refer to her by name again. She is your mistress. End of story.” My fingers slipped the strands of hair behind her ear and then kept going, sliding through her silky locks like water. Then, I tightened my grip until my knuckles brushed her scalp. I gave her head an almost imperceptible shake. “And how many times have I told you that when I tell you to jump, you fucking jump?”

Without warning, I stood up and dragged her to her feet. Then I spun and threw her on the bed; for a second, she was all flailing limbs as she bounced onto the mattress with a surprised squawk. She came to rest on the mattress, supporting her body on her elbows as she stared up at me. Some of that fear had returned, but I could see the lust dominating her features as she stared up at me. Her eyes traveled up and down my frame, halting at my mostly hard cock.

And then I crawled on top of her. She leaned back as far as she could until her elbows slipped on the mattress, causing her to fall flat on her back as she stared up at me with wide gray eyes. Her chest rose and fell with quickened breaths as I hovered over her; my knees were between her legs, and my arms supported me on either side of her near her shoulders.

“I gave you the chance to leave,” I growled as my gaze wandered over her. “You wanted to stay. You gave yourself to me, and I won’t put up with your rebellious bullshit. The next time you talk back to me… the next time you hesitate to follow my commands, I will put a fucking chastity belt on you, and we’ll see how long you can go without getting any relief.”

Another flash of fear flickered in her eyes, chased by anger, more lust, and a half dozen other little emotions I could only guess at. Her lips were barely parted, and I could feel her soft breath on my face as we stared at each other. Still… she didn’t respond. “Nod if you understand.”

She moved her head up and down without hesitation, acknowledging that she had heard and understood my words.

“Good girl,” I said. “Now, spit on your hand and smear it on your cunt.”

Once again, she obeyed without hesitation, maintaining eye contact as she gathered saliva on her pursed lips and raised her hand. Bobbi proceeded to paint her fingers and palm with a well-coated tongue. Then she lowered her hand, and I felt the back of her knuckles brush the mushroom head of my prick as she pressed her fingers to the outer lips of her pussy and began coating them with her spit. Her breathing quickened, and I could tell she was spending a little more time than necessary with her fingers on her pussy, masturbating herself as she lay underneath me. I let her continue for a few more moments, knowing it would only make my entry easier, and utilized the time by lowering my head to one of her breasts to press my lips to her tender flesh.

“Move them,” I finally murmured against her chest. Once again, she obeyed without hesitation, and I pressed my hips forward, feeling the tip of my cock press against the slick outer lips of her pussy. There was a token resistance before I felt them part, and my cock speared past her inner lips and sought the warm sheath I’d claimed time and time again.