Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Her eyes glow with immense pleasure. On top of her little pain kink, I've discovered my angel loves to be praised. It's an adorable combination, one I've fully been taking advantage of as I submit Tallulah to more and more of my fucked up desires and games.
"You going to keep being a good girl for me?" I ask.
Tallulah nods eagerly, getting into the perfect submissive position for me just like I taught her. Her legs fold as she kneels, palms facing upward, resting on her knees. She looks up at me, her neediness plainly visible in that gorgeous, rosy-cheeked face.
"Goddamn it, angel, you're so pretty. You know that?" I get out through gritted teeth. "Looking at you alone drives me crazy. It makes me want to kill anybody who lays eyes on you. You're all fucking mine. No one should be allowed to look at you but me."
She smiles shyly and I kiss her softly, a peck against her forehead. She knows it means I'm giving her permission to speak. In the last few weeks, I've trained the nasty bratting out of her completely. My once strong-willed Tallulah now doesn't even utter a word without my permission.
"Thank you," she whispers timidly, as if she's afraid to speak even now that I've given her permission. "Will you please hurt me today?"
I smirk. "This little obsession of yours with pain just doesn't stop, does it?"
She flushes. "No, Sir."
"You just crave being hurt now, is that it?" I tickle her under her chin and she giggles, but when I try to pull back, her fingers catch on to my sleeves and she silently begs me not to stop.
"Touch me again," she whispers. "Like you did before..."
She guides my palms to her face, pressing my fingers against her cheeks. I smile down at her, still on her knees and pretty as ever.
"Slap me," she begs, adjusting her position and making me laugh at her neediness. "Please, Xavier... Please, I want to feel the weight of your hand on my cheek."
"How could I hurt something so beautiful?" I ask her softly, trailing my fingertips over her plump lips. "You're just too pretty, angel."
She frowns and takes hold of my palm again, losing her position. I glare at her, signaling I'm not pleased, but she just smiles deviously as she pulls my palm back and hits herself with it.
"Tallulah," I growl as a silent warning as she moans when my palm hits her. "Behave yourself."
"No," she mutters, hitting herself with my hand again, this time hard enough for the slap to echo in the room.
She grinds her pussy on the floor, legs lewdly spread as her free hand wanders between them, desperately searching for that little button that brings her so much pleasure.
"Tallulah, stop it," I hiss again, but she doesn't.
Instead, she lets go of my hand and starts touching herself obscenely, eyes begging for a punishment. I don't want to indulge this behavior - she's been trained to know better. And yet it doesn't make me any more eager to tell her off. I want to witness this little show she's putting on for me.
"I'm only warning you this one time," I speak up again as she dissolves into moans brought on by her own forbidden touch.
She knows better than to touch herself without my permission. Her body is mine, and I decide everything that happens to it.
"What are you going to do about it?" she teases, her fingers pinching down on her nipples, hard. "You won't hurt me, so..."
I glare at her. I can see the orgasm building in her eyes. She's going to come if I don't stop her, and I'm not ready for her to have this orgasm. It should always come from me. It's not hers to steal.
"Look at me and stop what you're doing right now. Your insolence won't go unpunished this time. You want to be a well-behaved little angel, don't you? You know what happens to disobedient girls, don't you?" Tallulah retorts with a self-satisfied smirk and answers, "They get punished."
"But not in the way you'd hope," I respond, trying to quell the habit of defiance in her. "Why are you misbehaving now?" A hint of Tallulah's old self shines through her eyes as she expresses her desire for punishment. "I want you to punish me, master," she says sweetly, trailing a finger down my chest. I react by grabbing her wrist and confining her arms.
"You don't get to make those decisions. They are mine to make, not yours," I declare firmly. I wonder if this is all part of a game for her, a way to challenge and play me. Pushing the thought aside, I gesture for the dog, Zeus, to return to his bed, acknowledging my growing fondness for the dogs, realizing they seem to prefer Tallulah over me. Zeus complies, understanding not to contest my authority.