The next morning my phone rang as I was preparing breakfast. “Hi, Jess.”

“Hi. I wanted to thank you for an amazing night last night. I’m going to have to wear trousers today.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because, while I am not ashamed, I don’t want my colleagues to see my knees!”

“Well, maybe you can borrow Petra’s cushion for next time.”

“Oh! You think there is going to be a next time, do you?”

“Well… I…”

“Relax. I’m teasing you. Also, I ordered my own.”

“Really?” 

“Every girl should have a blowjob cushion.”

I made a noncommittal noise. 

“You don’t agree?”

My toast popped up, allowing for a few seconds of thinking time. “Well… some aren’t into…” 

“Cut the crap,” she said. “You’re talking to the girl who gagged on your cock! Now you’re shy?”

I put my phone on speaker mode. “Not shy,” I said. “I just didn’t want to suggest that all…” 

“Why not?” she interrupted. “It is just you and me.”

I spread margarine on my toast. “If I get used to speaking that way, it might come out at the wrong time.” 

“You mean you might accidentally tell that pretty girl who works for you to get on her knees!”

“Something like that.”

She laughed. “I think you have more self-control than that. Having said that, I do always have a dirty remark on the tip of my tongue. My boss was a little stressed the other day, I responded professionally, but in my head I was imagining bending over his desk. You know? Good for stress relief.” 

“It might have gone over well.” I moved to my breakfast bar.

She chuckled. "I doubt it. The man is happily married. There is nothing wrong with a dirty mind. Suppose you ask a woman out, she rejects you, and you jerk off thinking of her. Is she harmed by that?”

“No.”

“Exactly,” Jess said. “So should all girls have a blowjob cushion?"

“Yes,” I said. “They have to be comfortable while they serve.”

“Better, but you still sound a little uncomfortable.”

“I don’t know if women in general need a blowjob cushion, but you certainly do.”

“Why? To pick up the slack from those who won’t kneel?” 

“No,” I said. “Because choking on a cock might be the only way to shut you up.”

Jess howled with laughter. “Damn! That is much better!”

I sipped my coffee. “What can I do for you, Jess?”

“Are you trying to get rid of me, sir?”

“No, but I do have to open up, and I am sure you have to be getting to work soon.”

“I do,” she said. “Life can’t just be all about fucking and sucking!”

I laughed.

“I was wondering if you were free tonight. Petra is still a little sniffly. I figured you and I could do something. As your Beta girl I might not always get to spend time with you.”

“My Beta girl?”

“You don’t want me?” She sounded genuinely hurt.

“Of course I do.” 

“Then I am your Beta girl.” 

“This is all so new and exciting.”

“You mean to go from loser to winner?”

“I wouldn’t put it in quite those terms,” I said. “But yes.”

“If you’re angry about what I just said, use it. Guess what I have in my hand?”

“No idea.” 

“A freshly sanitised butt plug.” She moaned a little; I imagined her pushing it in. “I was thinking you could take my virgin ass.”

“Tonight?”

“Why not? I might change my mind again.”

“You make a good point.”

“I have one request. I want to feel dominated. I promise I will let you know if something isn’t right. Unless I give a signal you should assume everything is fine.”

“I will do my best, but I will not apologise for trying to be considerate.”

“Your tone gave me chills then,” she said. “I can’t bitch about you worrying too much. It actually makes me feel safe. It is just that, once we get into it, I want to feel like I have no choice. Does that make sense?”

“Yes.”

“Just do your best. It will make it even hotter. Toodles.”

Jess knocked at the back door, no pun intended, at around six that evening. I welcomed her in and she hung her coat on the hook by the door.

“Good evening, sir. I have been thinking about this all day.”

“So have I.” I looked her up and down. She wore tight blue jeans, a red shirt, and a goofy smile. “Are you ready for tonight?”

She placed a finger over my lips. “Remember what I asked. I am here to obey.” 

“Get up those stairs and wait for me.”

“Yes, sir.” She ran up the stairs. 

I took a deep breath, and spent a moment checking that the back door was locked. She said she liked it rough, but even so I was worried about taking it too far. I went up the stairs and stood with her on the tiny landing. “You could have gone in, you know?”

“Those weren’t the orders.”

“Attention to detail,” I said. “I like that.” I stepped past her and opened the door. “Come in.”

“Don’t I need to do something else first?”  

“What?”

“Petra told me. Clothed women aren’t allowed in your flat.”

I raised my eyebrows. Again the doubt she’d asked me not to voice rose in my mind. “She’s exaggerating, but it is certainly a rule for the two of you.”

A flash of annoyance crossed her face, probably because I hadn’t completely gotten behind her ‘clothed women’ statement. She started to unbutton her shirt. There was no teasing. She wasn’t stripping so much as undressing. She slipped off her shirt, bra, shoes, socks, trousers, and underwear. She let them fall where they did, and smiled. “Now I am ready to enter the home of my master.”

I looked her up and down. I had seen her naked only the night before but she was just so breathtaking. Her breasts were perfectly rounded, about a handful, in other words perfect. I reached for her right breast and stroked my finger across it. “You certainly are.”

She gasped. “Yes, master.”

We stepped into my flat and she closed the door behind her. I looked her up and down again. “You are so hot.”

She grinned. “I’m as hot as I was yesterday.” She turned around, so I could see her from all angles, then bent forward and spread her cheeks. I smiled seeing the glinting purple head of the plug she wore. She backed into me, sliding her butt over my crotch. “You could fuck me right here, but it might be unsafe.”

I grabbed her ass, squeezing her buttocks. “You will be fucked in a better place than this.”

She stood back up and faced me. “As long as I am getting fucked! May I make a request?”

“You may.”

“I want to wear the collar of obedience.”

I smiled. Petra and I hadn’t called it that, but it was a good name. “Face the wall.”

“Yes, Master.” 

I took the collar from the small chest of drawers next to the door. “Gather your hair out of the way.” She did as ordered and I fitted the collar around her neck. “Turn around.” 

Jess obeyed and smiled. Behind me there was a mirror. “Now I look like someone owns me.” 

I pushed her, lightly, against the wall. My fingers slipped between her legs and across her pussy. “Someone does.”

She gasped. “No warning?”

“Why would I need a warning? Can’t I do what I want with you?” I slipped my fingers inside her and started to move them slowly back and forth.

“Oh yes.” She smiled. “I… I didn’t think you would.”

“If you are serious about being mine you will have to order your own collar.”

 “Already… oh gosh… ordered,” she whimpered.

I slid my finger across her clit. “Good.”

“Fuck,” she moaned. “You won’t have any trouble keeping your bitches in line.”

Her text messages throughout the day had reinforced her desire to be dominated, and that she would say if something was wrong. With this in mind I hooked a finger into the ring on the front of the collar and led her into my bedroom.  

Once in the room I turned and captured her lips in a kiss. Our tongues slid across each other for a few moments. When our lips parted they were connected by a line of saliva. “I hope you are prepared for what awaits you tonight.”

“I am naked, plugged, and ready to serve.”

“Excelllent.” I stepped away and started to undress. Just like her, I didn’t make a show of it. Neither of us wanted that. 

Jess didn’t keep her attention on me. She looked around the room. Despite her ‘do whatever you want’ bravado, I think she was a bit nervous. There wasn’t much to see in the room. There was my alarm clock, a wardrobe, chest of drawers, and a framed picture of a galaxy over the bed. Then she noticed the pillow I had placed on the floor.

“Most considerate, master.”

“You are here to serve, not get carpet burns.” I was in just my boxers now. 

She bit her lip. Her toes touched the pillow. Her eyes were locked on me now. “You won’t be disappointed in me.”

I smiled and moved towards her. The pillow was the only thing between us. My cock was already responding to her presence. “Get on your knees.”

She dropped down without a moment’s hesitation. She looked up at me and grinned. “You’re getting better at this.”

“At what?”

“Being a master. The way you said that gave no hint of me having a choice.”

“I don’t need you to assess my abilities, slut.”

The word ‘slut’ seemed to trigger something in her. Her hand slid between her legs, sliding in and out of her pussy. “Your slut.” Her other hand reached up, stroking me through the black fabric of my boxers. 

I let out a little moan. She pulled my boxers down, and my cock sprang free. Her small hands were so soft as they slid across my length. “It feels good in my hand,” she said. “So big!”

I was average at best, but a compliment is a compliment.

“I like the way you have decorated this room.”

“Thank you,” I said, confused by the non-sequitur.

“You chose good colours.”

The room wasn’t especially remarkable. She carried on like this for a little while, random comments and a strange distracted handjob, and ever so often she jerked her head to one side. I finally asked her what was going on.  

“Slap me,” she whispered.

I gave her a light slap on her left cheek.

“Don’t be such a pussy! You didn’t put me on my knees for jibber-jabber, did you? You have got to discipline me!”

“You certainly need discipline.” I made my voice sound as harsh as I could. “But…”

Jess blew a raspberry. “That slap was nothing!”

It was a weird moment. I knew she wanted me to be rough, but this felt like too much, and at the same time a part of me wanted it. After a bit more taunting I slapped her, harder this time.

Jess opened her mouth and rubbed her cheek. “I’m sorry, master. I’ll be a good girl.” 

“That’s better.”

She winked. Clearly she was caught between playing the bratty submissive and wanting to reassure me. Then she was back to the rambling.

I slapped her again.

She looked up at me. For a split second I thought I had gone too far. She looked genuinely scared, but then she gave me two thumbs up. 

“You are a weird chick.”

“Yes, sir. Maybe you should slap me some more.”

I slapped her again. Then I grabbed her head and pushed it towards my cock. She was pulling back a little, but also licking her lips. Her hands were placed firmly on my legs, so she wasn’t giving the stop signal. Her resistance was all part of the way she wanted this. My cock was soon resting on her bottom lip. She gave up her faux resistance and sucked the tip.

“A much better use for your mouth!”

She mumbled in agreement. I moaned as her lips worked down my cock. She was gripping her thumb with her other hand. Soon I was deep in her mouth, her nose was almost touching my stomach. I let go of her head, she kept her head down for a few extra seconds, and then pulled back up.

“Did I do well?”

“Of course you did,” I said. 

She gave my cock a kiss. “I think you are ready to take what is yours.”

“Get on the bed.”

She scrambled to obey, and positioned herself perfectly. She was face down with her butt in the air. I couldn’t help but admire her flexibility. 

I climbed up behind her and got into a kneeling position. I brought up my hand and spanked her hard.

“Auch,” she said. “Can I have another?”

I spanked her again, this time on the other side, and each time she let out a little yelp.

“You have a very spankable ass.”

“We all do, for the right man. Please, sir, please. I am ready for you.”

Her words were a little too simpering for my taste, but I wasn’t about to quibble. “You are ready when I say you are.” 

“Yes, sir.”

I gripped her hips and slipped into her pussy. I fucked her for a few thrusts, holding her hips. I moaned as I took her. She was so wet.

“I didn’t know I was getting fucked too!”

“Can I not do as I wish?”

“Of course,” she said with a gasp. “You’re…”

I grunted as I took her, feeling her so tight around me. “I’m what?”

“Becoming perfect.”

“I read, somewhere, that this makes a cock perfectly slick for taking an ass.”

She let out the sweetest little laugh. “You mean you saw it in a porn video!"

She was right, of course, but I felt the need to punish her for that remark. I spanked her hard. “Do be careful, Jess.”

“Yes, master.” Her words were breathless, and said through a moan.

“Good girl,” I said.

“I am, sir.”

I moaned again. I was already feeling myself getting close and it would not do to cum so soon. “Now it is time.”

“Please be gentle.”

I withdrew from her slowly. I ran my fingers across the dripping flesh of her pussy. I circled the plug she still wore. Part of me still wanted to check if she was okay. I pushed that impulse down. I’d left a bottle of lube on the bed. I picked it up and slathered a generous amount over my cock. I carefully withdrew the plug, tossed it behind me, and only a second later slid my cock into her ass. 

“Fuck!” Her voice was a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Indeed.” I gripped her hips, thrusting slowly. “Your ass feels amazing, Jess.”

“Yes,” she said. “I… oh…” Her words disappeared in a whimper. Doubt arose in my mind again. Was she enjoying this? Was she regretting being here? Then, suddenly, all doubt was erased. She started to move her hips in sync with my thrusts.

“Good girl,” I said. “How does it feel?”

“In…fucking…credible,” she said. “Oh God! Please, no faster. I can't handle that this is almost perfect.”

I moaned. She moaned. The word ‘almost’ caught me off guard. What could she want as an extra. I spanked her again as I took her.

“Perfect!”

We moved together at that steady pace. The wooden slats of the bed creaked. My hand connected with her buttock. The slapping of flesh on flesh reverberated around the small room. “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” she moaned. “You’re amazing, master.”

Every time she called me ‘master’ I was spurred on. “Can I cum inside?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions!” She almost sounded legitimately angry.

I wanted to apologise; instead I spanked her. “Do not disrespect me.”

“Then act like a master,” she said. “You’re taking my ass, for fuck sake. Do you think I am going to deny you now!”

I moaned. “No. I don’t think you will.”

“Then give it to me hard. And don’t you dare ask if I am sure!” 

I gripped her hips and thrust harder. The intensity was incredible. Her ass squeezed my cock. She let out moans and screams. Equal pain and pleasure, but her hips were still thrusting with me. My balls were swinging quickly now. Suddenly my cock bucked as I came. Her body shook, and it was like my body shook with the orgasm. I pulled out of her, panting.

Jess was panting too. She flopped forward on the bed, breathing deeply. “Fuck me, that was unbelievable.”

I stood from the bed. “Stay there,” I said. “I will be right back.”

“I couldn’t stand right now anyway.”

I dashed into the kitchen and returned a couple of minutes later. “Do you think you can sit up?” 

 She nodded and slowly sat up. Looking at me she saw the bowl in my hand. “What’s that?”

I sat next to her and offered her the bowl. “Ice cream.”

She smiled, taking the bowl. “Thank you.” She picked up the spoon and ate gingerly. “Perfect.”

“Its just ice cream.”

She laughed. “No. I mean you. Fucking me like a mad man and taking care of me like a gentleman.”

“It's the only way.”

She scooped up some more ice cream. “Open wide.”

I did as she asked. The cold vanilla ice cream hit my tongue. I put my arm around her and held her as she ate. She shuffled onto my lap. “You’re so beautiful,” I said.

“I am sorry I was being a bit of a bitch back there. It was so intense and then you…”  

“Ruined it?”

“Nah,” she said. “Too strong a word. It just damped the fire a little.”

“I’m still learning. I…”

She silenced me with a finger over my lips. “I know. You’re a good guy. The ice cream proves it. You want it all, don’t you? To fuck a girl like crazy and to take care of her?”

“I would not have one without the other.”

She smiled as she daintily ate her ice cream. “Then Petra and I are very lucky. The ice cream was nice.” She placed the empty bowl next to her on the bed. “But after that workout I am very hungry.”

“Me too. Pizza?”

“Absolutely! And I would like to stay the night too.”

“I always assumed you would be.”

“Good,” she said. “And before we sleep can we…make love?” 

“Make love?” I said. “That doesn’t sound like a very you thing to say.” 

“I know.” She smirked. “We’ve had two super intense sessions, and my butt will probably hurt tomorrow. Don’t you dare apologise. But I want to take you tenderly. Like actual lovers.”