makes me close my legs and growl at him.
“Alright,” he murmurs softly. “We won’t do that.”
He goes back to tending to my outer lips, his fingers dragging lightly over my pussy until the pleasure returns, the warm, spiraling sensation that makes the lower parts of me get tighter and tingle and feel better and better until I am arching in his arms, my hips rising against his hand as he cajoles me toward an orgasm unlike any I have had before.
In the end, his fingers are over my clit, moving in swift little strokes. I try to grasp at the water, but my fingers pass through it and in the end I am left clutching at his arm as if for dear life, panting open-mouthed as he strokes me to orgasm.
“Good girl, let go. There’s a good girl. Let go for Daddy...”
Daddy.
The word is so wrong. But so right. It puts me over the edge as the pleasure reaches a crescendo and bursts over my body, sinking through every part of me.
“Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god,” I cry out as I come, shaking and shuddering in the bath.
“Very good,” Mattias praises me, giving my pussy one last rub and pulling his hand away. “Ready to get dry now?”
I can hardly bring myself to look at him as he helps me out of the bath and wraps me in a big fluffy towel. I’m not entirely certain what just happened. I have gone from a free woman to an item for sale in a matter of hours, and I just had my first orgasm with a man.
Mattias dries me. I let him. Then he takes me through to a bedroom complete with a large, soft-looking bed.
“You will not be given clothing today,” he says. “We will need access to your body during your training. Bend over so I can dry you off fully.”
“I can dry myself.”
His large hands settle on my shoulders, bend me forward, and then I feel a soft towel between my legs, rubbing over my lower lips and running all the way up to my bottom hole. He ignores my complaints and holds me firm while I squirm, taking control of me with a calm, easy practice that lets me know he’s done this many, many times before to many other girls. I wonder how many young women have climaxed on his fingers. And I wonder why I feel a pang of jealousy at imagining that.
When I am thoroughly dry, he lets me up. I am pink and clean and satisfied in a way I have never been before.
“Elias, can you take the towels, please.”
Elias appears and sweeps them away, leaving me alone and naked with Mattias.
What will he do to me now?
He sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches for my hand. I let him take it, not realizing what his plan is for me. He draws me close to the side of his thigh, gives me a gentle tug and I pitch forward over his lap with a surprised gasp.
“Now for that spanking I promised you,” he says in that firm, stern tone.
“What?”
“Girl, when you are sold, if you disobey a man the way you disobeyed me today, you will b