Episode 3

Picking up two of the huge cell candles with the numerous wicks I take them with me as I enter the 

 playroom. Erica  hasn't moved, and while her head is still fraudulent and her eyes cast down, I am sure she's following my every move with appetite. 

 I place the candles left and right of her, outside of the forecourt the other candles are set up in, and light them, cheering the room. The imaged walls only add to the effect, and I take a moment to drink in her godly body. 

 Exercising regularly has done a lot to ameliorate her slim but well proportioned figure, as does the yoga 

for her balance. Her shanks and belly are firm now, the muscles in her arms and legs slightly defined, and she can hold position a lot longer now than when we started. Not that I ever minded a little wimpiness, on the negative, but I know that she needs the strength and stamina for what we do. Also,going for a run together has come to be one of my favorite effects to do with Erica , including a nice, long shower latterly, and the occasional blowjob behind an accessible tree. 

I am tempted to fuss around with commodity just to irk her a little, but I do not really feel like taking my time. I am just as eager as she must be, and I really want to get down to business. So I reach for the  soft, white silk ropes, the only other thing I'll be demanding tonight, and return to where Erica  is  kneeling on the bottom. Picking up the pillar candles I place them closer so that I can reach them without getting up again before I kneel down behind her. 

 She does not move when I reach around her and run my hand over her ham from her knee up, squeezing gently. I kiss her shoulder, also stink hard on the soft spot at the side of her neck that I know drives her crazy, and she only jitters a little. Good girl knows it's not her place to reply until I show her that I want her to. 

 Stinking turns to shellacking, also I kiss her warm skin until I feel goose bumps marching down her leg. 

 She still hasn't moved, but I can tell that keeping still is killing her. 

 “ Good evening, my little termagant. How thoughtful of you to stay like this for your Master,” I purr into her observance, watching in the glass as she catches her nethermost lip between her teeth and bites down to 

stifle a low wail. “ Do not you want to wish me a good evening, too?” 

 She raises her head and catches my aspect over the glass, also turns her face to me so that our tips nearly Encounter. Her eyes are wide and dark in the twilight of the room, lust and expectation clouding them. 

 “ Good evening, Sir.” 

 Her luscious lips remain slightly parted when she falls silent, and I take the assignation, brushing mine over them smoothly before I snare her hair hard and pull her head back. She gasps, effectively opening her mouth, and I kiss her more roughly, plunging my lingo outside, taking, exploring. Erica  moans again, this time loudly, making me beam as I pull back, my hand still grasping her soft cinches. 

 “ I really appreciate your openness,” I tell her, my eyes boring into hers hardly. “ But I am not going to 

**** you tonight.” She remains impassive, formerly too used to the way I play my games.

Months ago a look of disappointment would have crossed her features, but now she just remains calm, staying. I smile, which is presumably more a empty leer, before I go on. 

 “ Unless you are a good little slut and earn it.” 

I know that she does not really get off on the name calling, but it's one of the many negotiations we ’ve made. Erica  knows that I do not exactly mean it in a demeaning way, it's part of the game for me, and as similar she appreciates it. 

I suppose it's one of the last vestiges of her moral high ground that I keep tearing down, her way of being Reticent to completely succumb to me. I admire that, although I do not inescapably like her view. But we all 

 have commodity that simply rubs us the wrong way, and as long as we can make it work, I will not push her. Too important. One of these days we will have to have another of those'I do not really get why you're 

 holding on to your former tone' addresses, but as it is, I am damn agitated she's willing to push her physical limits. And we've time, no need to jump the gun. 

Erica 's pant draws me back into the then and now, and I let go of her hair as I've made my point. 

“ You want that, however, do not you? You want to be fucked.” 

“ Yes, Sir.” 

My incline twitches in my pants, and I snappily suppose of commodity unwelcome to dampen the effect her 

rumored words have on me. Nothing gets me like her being in full on amenable mode. I nudge her chin with my nose, motioning her to unbend up again and look forward rather of at me, and she snappily complies, a smile playing across the corners of her mouth. 

When she's still again, I put both my hands at her hips, also bring them up over her flat stomach to mug her guts. Her nipples are hard formerly from her being ***** for so long, but also from excitement, and I actively pluck on them before I snare her tits hard, squeezing. Her breath terms for a moment, but she does not tense up, rather relaxes further. I keep playing with her nipples, rolling them between my Fritters while I watch her in the glass.

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