My short story creations....Alittle bit of everything

Room with a view ...pt 4

"Do you understand slut?" Sir asked, as he started rubbing his strong hands up

my thigh. I nodded my response.

"Use your words dear." He chuckled. I felt my face heat up, "I understand."

I answered.

He pushed me up against the wall, I tried to squirm, I felt trapped as I'm sure

this was Sirs point. He lifted my left leg and told me to rest it on the end

table by the door that holds my keys and purse.

Doing as he asked left me wide open, I could feel a draft on my pussy. I closed

my eyes and turned my head to the side away from him.

"You are to look me in my eyes, while I do this, do not close your eyes and do

not cum!" He added.

Before I could say anything indicating I heard him, I felt his fingers circle

my clit, I could feel it hardening under his touch.

It felt so good, I kept reminding myself to breath, I was afraid to make any

sudden movements. Without warning, Sir slipped a finger inside of me.

"Mmmm, always so ready for me." He said voice as smooth as silk.

My knees almost gave way, I grabbed hold of his broad shoulders to better

support my weak limbs.

A second finger soon accompanied the first, I closed my eyes as he began fucking

me with his fingers, making me wetter and wetter. I bit my bottom lip in

attempts to stifle the moan that was building along with Sirs speed.

"Look at me slut!" He snapped.

I opened my eyes, I hadn't realized they were still closed and whimpered.

"Oh my god, it feels so good." I damn near purred. Clenching my muscles around

his fingers. Oh how I wanted to cum, not sure I had the faith in myself not to,

I decided to ask if I could.

"Sir, I'm so close! Please can I cum?" I begged. My breathing more like panting,

trying to get closer to his hard body, to rub myself against him.

"No!" He barked out, stilling his fingers as he spoke, so calm, and collected.

Leaning closer into my ear, Sir began to speak, and as he spoke he began to

stroke my pussy ever so slowly.

"Who's slut are you?" He asked.

"What?" I asked confused by the question, but succumbing to the pleasure

building once again.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked patiently.

"You Sir, only you." I breathed out.

"Good, and who's pussy is this?" He asked fingering me harder and faster.

"Oh fuck, it's your pussy Sir." I said louder than I meant to.

"That's right, I claimed you, you accepted, so that means you are mine, and your

pussy is mine, the next time I ask you to do something do it." Sir finished, his

height towering over me, making me want to drop to my knees and show him my

submission.

"Are we clear?" He asked leaning in his lips touching mine.

"Yes Sir, crystal clear." I moaned, he was still fingering, and I'm still not

sure how I had any coherent thought when all I could do was thinking about

trying not to cum and wishing he would kiss me.