monique_minx
Passionate Disgrace
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Claire thought his warning about her tongue sounded exactly like Jean's and idly wondered how long he'd worked for the man but she didn't trust herself to ask. She was inclined to remain silent rather than get slapped again. It completely left her mind when she felt the swagger stick touch her shoulder, she swallowed as he dragged it down her back and then came around to her front like a circling shark. She exhaled shakily when he taunted her breasts with it but she held her position.
“I see the Master has already begun your training Miss Sutton. I assure that you will learn much, much, more under my tutelage.”
If she wasn't so nervous, perhaps a witty retort might have escaped her...and perhaps she was grateful for those nerves. He kept travelling down her body, she watched the stick until it tapped at her knees.
“Spread them wider Miss Sutton I want to see your cunt blossom and your clit visible.”
Good lord, the blush that spread across her face could have lit a fire. He doggedly tapped up and down her thigh as she inched her legs apart wider and wider until she felt she was rather lewdly spread open. And then his fingers curled beneath her chin insistently and she relented reluctantly, lifting her eyes to meet his.
“Miss Sutton you will look at me until I tell you otherwise.”
She couldn't help it, she whimpered as he took the stick lower and she forced herself to keep her eyes on his face rather than the stick. She shook her head just slightly, her eyes pleading with him because, if she opened her mouth, she thought she'd either come apart at the seams and then run for her life or she'd cuss him out. There didn't feel like any middle ground.
She inhaled sharply as it taunted her clit, it wasn't enough to work her towards an orgasm and it wouldn't be but it was enough to tease her and make her want one. It sent soft little electrical pulses crawling through her skin each time he brushed her clit. Her breathing became a little ragged as she fought for control of her own voice box. Still, a little whine or a soft moan escaped her now and then. It was humiliating and that also didn't help her, in fact, that made it all the worse for Claire because her pussy was gushing like a traitor inside. Her fingers squeezed each other harder and harder behind her neck and she bit her lip.
As hard as all that was, it was harder to look him in the eye as he did it. It was hard to let him see how flushed she was, let him see every emotion as it crossed her face. She trembled a little and fidgeted somewhat to maintain her position in the space.
Claire finally built the courage to ask the question but couldn't keep the emotion from her breathy voice, "What is this supposed to teach me, exactly?"
“I see the Master has already begun your training Miss Sutton. I assure that you will learn much, much, more under my tutelage.”
If she wasn't so nervous, perhaps a witty retort might have escaped her...and perhaps she was grateful for those nerves. He kept travelling down her body, she watched the stick until it tapped at her knees.
“Spread them wider Miss Sutton I want to see your cunt blossom and your clit visible.”
Good lord, the blush that spread across her face could have lit a fire. He doggedly tapped up and down her thigh as she inched her legs apart wider and wider until she felt she was rather lewdly spread open. And then his fingers curled beneath her chin insistently and she relented reluctantly, lifting her eyes to meet his.
“Miss Sutton you will look at me until I tell you otherwise.”
She couldn't help it, she whimpered as he took the stick lower and she forced herself to keep her eyes on his face rather than the stick. She shook her head just slightly, her eyes pleading with him because, if she opened her mouth, she thought she'd either come apart at the seams and then run for her life or she'd cuss him out. There didn't feel like any middle ground.
She inhaled sharply as it taunted her clit, it wasn't enough to work her towards an orgasm and it wouldn't be but it was enough to tease her and make her want one. It sent soft little electrical pulses crawling through her skin each time he brushed her clit. Her breathing became a little ragged as she fought for control of her own voice box. Still, a little whine or a soft moan escaped her now and then. It was humiliating and that also didn't help her, in fact, that made it all the worse for Claire because her pussy was gushing like a traitor inside. Her fingers squeezed each other harder and harder behind her neck and she bit her lip.
As hard as all that was, it was harder to look him in the eye as he did it. It was hard to let him see how flushed she was, let him see every emotion as it crossed her face. She trembled a little and fidgeted somewhat to maintain her position in the space.
Claire finally built the courage to ask the question but couldn't keep the emotion from her breathy voice, "What is this supposed to teach me, exactly?"
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