Jane is Trained to Submit Ch. 03

'So, you're now just an attachment to my cock, are you?' he asked.

Jane nearly let go of his penis to answer. Unable to reply to such a denigrating question she kept a hold of him. It was a disgraceful confirmation of his opinion, that she was merely an appendage to his cock.

'You look like a bitch with a bone!' he laughed.

He pulled away from her mouth and move behind her. Taking hold of her hips, he thrust in. There was no need to ask, even if he thought to, as she was obviously ready and waiting. She lifted her head right back and wailed. The reaction stopped him for a moment, with his cock deeply imbedded in her body. He began to rock her back and forth with a steady piston like motion.

Jane had a sudden orgasm as soon as he entered her. Before there was a chance to recover, she began a longer journey to another, more satisfying orgasm. Feeling him pounding away with such strength was a delirious pleasure. The relentless humiliation freed all inhibitions, allowing her to become a complete slut.

'I'm nothing but a bitch in heat! Punish your dirty slut! Fuck your slut bitch hard!' she shouted at him.

Mark was taken aback by the explosive outburst, though his rhythm hardly faltered. Her exhortations for him to pound her harder inspired him. He wanted to hold back, to make it last, but soon reached the peak of no return. He thrust in hard, and held still, pumping sperm into her, seemingly for ever fixed in place, groaning gutturally.

As though joining in a chorus, she too vocalised a primal urge. Feeling his penis juddering she imagined feeling him spurting hot cum deep inside. The orgasm was long and hard, deeply satisfying. At last she had what she needed. Her body began to collapse like a deflating doll. She sank from hands and knees, flat onto the carpet, feeling its softness and depth, with every sensation heightened and exaggerated.

He slid on top of her then rolled to her side. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight against his heaving chest. He muttered incoherent words, meaning so much to her, that tears squeezed from tightly closed eyes.

She cried. Big, silent tears.

'Hey! It's all right, don't cry,' Mark comforted. His arms wrapped tightly about her bare shoulders, and he whispered soothingly in her ear.

'I'm so bad. I've done awful things,' she bitterly complained.

'You're nice, you're beautiful,' he lamely said.

It was still early evening, yet they went upstairs to the bedroom. They lingered outside her room, talking over inconsequential things, avoiding mentioning what they had done, and especially its consequences.

'Turn around,' he said.

She held onto the door frame while he unlaced the corset. Once more she was naked before him. Shyly she looked away, waiting for something, not sure what she wanted. He kissed her forehead, and when she looked up at him, he ever so gently kissed her lips.

Her body was buzzing with anticipation. Her mind was torn between wanting him to hold her tight, yet knowing it was wrong to encourage him.

'Good night, sweet dreams,' he smiled, and dismissed her to her room.