If he came quickly then wanted to fuck Rochelle again five minutes later, that was exactly what he would do. If he wanted to fuck until they were both raw, that was fine too. It didn’t matter. She was his new plaything and would submit to anything he did or requested of her. And he couldn’t be any happier about it.

Rocking his hips slowly at first, then faster, Evan enjoyed the change of pace. He knew that if he teased himself to the brink, then denied himself, then did it again and again, by the time he actually came it would be explosive. And he couldn’t think of a better way of celebrating the discovery of his unexpected submissive.

Evan marvelled at how quickly he’d gotten back on the horse, so to speak. It seemed his dominant persona and ability to talk dirty and issue threats had never gone away, they’d just been in hibernation. And thank fuck for that, because right now they were being called to the fore in a big way.

She was so wet that he met little resistance from her tight internal muscles as he pushed inside; they simply gave way, as submissive as the woman they were part of. Soon, he was buried in her to the hilt, his balls pressing against her body, already tingling with the need to come. He sucked in a deep breath, attempting to dampen down his desperation to climax.

It didn’t work. After a beat, he figured that since he was the one in charge, it didn’t matter when he came, whether it was after two seconds or two hours.

“Yes, Sir, I did. Very much.” The tone of her voice told him that she wasn’t just going through the motions, telling him what he wanted to hear; she meant every word.

“You horny little bitch. Let’s see if you’re still enjoying it when my body is slapping hard against your beautifully punished arse as I fuck you.” He didn’t give her chance to reply, instead moving right up behind her, gripping one hip and then grasping his shaft in the other hand. Butting the head of his cock up against her entrance, he spoke again.

“One day, my dear, I’m going to stick my dick up that tight little arse of yours, and you’re going to like it. But for now, your juicy pussy will do.”

She lowered her head in supplication, then got up and scampered across the room to do his bidding. Evan followed her quickly, standing behind her and admiring his handiwork. Her arse looked severely punished and she’d definitely be feeling the effects for a few days. His gaze was quickly drawn to the splayed pussy lips which were on full display, and was gratified to note that his new submissive was well and truly that, a submissive. And a masochist, at that. Her cunt glinted with juices. Without warning, he pushed a finger deep inside her and covered it with said juices, then pulled it out and sucked it into his mouth.

“Mmm. You taste good. You’re very wet, my dear. Did you enjoy your spanking?”

Rochelle nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Well, you can tell me all about it some other time. Right now I absolutely have to fuck you, or I fear my balls will turn blue and drop off. Are you safe?”

“Yes, Sir. Free of STIs and on birth control.”

“I’m very glad to hear it. Now get onto the bed on your hands and knees. Close enough to the edge that I can stand behind you and fuck your brains out.”

He lost count of the times he brought his hand down on her quivering flesh, even having to swap hands occasionally as his right one grew numb, so heaven knew what her bottom felt like. Evan stopped only when he couldn’t land another smack. His arms were tired, his hands sore and his cock was desperate to sink into some delicious warm girl flesh.

“Get up,” he said suddenly, giving her a shove. She fell to the floor in a jumble of limbs, but to her credit she instantly recovered and moved to a kneeling position in front of him. He raised his eyebrows.

“Wow, you are a good girl, aren’t you? Done this before then, have you?”