Toni POV
As I clicked, again and again, I could feel her heat reaching for me, begging silently for a release from the hell I had locked her into. But it was all part of the exchange. She gave me all of her, and I pushed her to a new level of knowledge. Tonight she would learn the power of my words, the complete control I could command with a mere softly spoken instruction. Tonight she would learn not to tempt me as she had. And tonight, one more barrier would fly away like so many feathers in the wind. My one was tough, but with each limit I conquered, with each blush my coerced from her skin, I took her a bit closer to her own freedom. She had come alive within my teachings and would continue to do so for as long as I would have her. I laid the camera on the bedside table and watched her. The longer I stood silent, the more she squirmed. And damn, I loved her squirm. It did things to me. I stepped to her, within inches of her skin, and I could feel her tamping down the almost instinctive need to move closer. I leaned into her, breathed her scent, and in the voice, she would understand as a command, regardless of inflection, I asked her,
"Who am I?" At my words, her eyelids became heavy, weighted; her breathing grew ragged and her flesh rose in a goose bump.
"You are my Master, my wife, my everything", she responded softly. And as she did so, she lowered her head further; respect for me making her uncomfortable standing beside me.
"And who are you?" This was my favorite torment of her, my way of forcing her to admit that she could belong to no one else. There was no other who could command Janet to say what I knew she would. She did hesitate and her voice was measurably softer as she responded as she knew she should,
"I am Your slut..." I walked around to face her and slid my hand along her cheek, caressing her with the tips of my knuckles.
"Good girl," I murmured softly in her ear before giving in to my own needs and plunging my fingers into her hair, pulling her to me firmly, forcefully. The whimper that escaped her throat as I bent her to my will was nearly what sent me on a course that would end in mutual satisfaction, but I held back. I was always one to exert exquisite control over myself. I brought my hand unexpectedly and sharply against her rounded ass once, twice, then a third time before releasing her lips. She moaned and swayed slightly when I stepped away, but quickly remembered herself and pulled her head straight to show her pride her neck, eyes lowered, in a submissive posture.
"Are you wet for me, slut?"
"Yes," she murmured, half word, half moan.
"And do you want to come for me?" Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she responded,
"Yes, Sir." Knowing this was where the learning would begin, I stroked her softly, though not sexually, as I murmured the first of many words that would bring her to a new success.
"Then come for me. Now." Her brows furrowed in confusion, but with the heat still radiating from each pore, she responded,
"How, Sir?" I merely smiled and kept stroking her, her ass, her spine, her ribs, and her cheeks all the while whispering softly,
"Come for your Master, slut." And she grew wetter, the peaks that longed for me so desperately grew tauter and her breathing became shallower, ragged. As she began to moan for her release, her body tight with need, I slipped one finger inside her. It was all she needed, and I groaned as she came over me, her need obvious as the slightest pressure had sent her reeling. I held her while she slipped back to earth, stroking her hair and whispering softly. 'Soon,' I thought to myself, 'she will let go at my command, requiring nothing else.' Smiling to myself, I released her from the leather that bound her and she looked at me with heat in her eyes,
