Her Male Model (Femdom)

Trust

Katrina's POV

I can't help but stare at Coal. I know he can feel my gaze based on the way he repetitively blushes and ducks his head, looking anywhere but my eyes. His consistent refusal to make eye contact is sending me into somewhat of a frenzy, and I can't help but wish the driver would speed up, if only so I don't accidentally take Coal in the car as I am tempted to.

Coal shifts again under my gaze again, biting his lower lip and looking out the window.

I wish I was the one biting those juicy lips. Biting, licking...grinding against as I force him to eat me out. Fuck.

I know my lust is in part due to that little stunt Coal pulled in my office. By not setting any limits he set off a primal hunger in me I have not felt since my first time Domming. A sense of complete and total power. It's heady and all-consuming. I find that my feelings are intensified just by looking at his embarrassed face. 

By not circling anything, Coal told me he is not afraid of me. Of course, he is terrified of me in almost every aspect of the word, but he is not afraid of my sadism: the dark shadow that follows me, telling me to push subs until they break. The demon inside that relishes in administering pain. Every other sub I have trained told me in no uncertain terms what I could and could not do during play, which don't get me wrong, is completely acceptable, and even appreciated. But I could always sense an underlying fear as they set their boundaries. Not fear of the actions themselves, but of me, and how far I would take things if not restrained.

Coal does not fear the sadism in me. And by not circling anything with that nonchalant shrug, he gave me his complete trust in a way that no other sub has before.

It makes me want to ravish Coal until he is nothing more than a writhing, naked mess, incapable of basic human thoughts. I want to make him come so many times, he forgets his own name. Then I want to do it all over again.

Restraining myself from fucking Coal's brains out has me tensing up, and I know Coal can feel it. He has started to pant slightly under my dark gaze, the adrenaline likely rushing through his veins right now making his cheeks ruddy, and his skin come alive.

Unable to help myself, I run a light finger down Coal's bare bicep. A series of shivers break out over his body, so intense that my control almost snaps completely.

The car comes to a stop, and I nearly exhale in relief. Finally!

I go to tell Coal that we are here but I find that he is so dazed, I doubt he would even hear me. I smile, pulling him closer so I can rub his back. I had not anticipated that Coal would react so strongly to my gaze alone, but I suppose I should have. This is Coal's first time subbing, and it's going to take him a couple of days to get used to my energy.

I am not looking forward to the man I will find once he does eventually get used to me. I have no doubt that once Coal is able to handle my energy, the sexist asshole will return. He is merely sleeping at the moment. Once he makes his reappearance, I suspect I am going to have to whip the sexism out of his body multiple times before it truly starts to take. Until then though, I get to enjoy this soft version of Coal.

"We're here." I whisper, licking the shell of his ear. He shivers again, nearly arching into my touch. He's so sensitive. I love it.

"Come on, sub. We need to get you settled." I open his door and guide him out, keeping a firm hand planted on the small of his back. With him so close to my mansion, I find myself more touchy than ever. The thought of him backing out right now plagues my thoughts. I don't know If I would be able to let him go. I've never found a sub so utterly perfect for me, and I am not willing to risk him leaving before we get to the good part.