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She had been crying.

He could see that.

“What’s wrong, Little One?” He asked her as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“It’s nothing, Sir. I’m okay.” She murmured without turning around.

He knew she didn’t turn because he’d see the truth of it in her eyes. She couldn’t hide her emotions from him. He’d taught her that much.

She was young to be a submissive for him but, happenstance being what it was, she had wanted to be. She had the feelings and needs deep inside but was slightly afraid of them. For a long time, she’d been so independent and even rebellious that accepting rules, accepting a Dom, and accepting his collar were difficult at first.

He often remarked to her in the beginning that she was kind to endure his darker aspects. She always smiled winningly at him and told him: “Enjoyed, not endured, Sir.”

“You still have not heard from him?” He asked her.

Silently, she shook her head and her shoulders trembled.

“Well, you know my feelings about him.” He turned her to him and didn’t let her refuse. She didn’t…she never did for all her boasting of being a brat.

Opening his arms, he crushed her small frame against his chest and felt her still shaking.

“I know, Sir.” She said in a muffled voice against him. “You think he’s a fool.”

“No, I know he’s a fool.” He corrected her. Using his strong, long fingers, he began to knead the muscles of her shoulders and then her lower back.

Softly, she sighed and melted further into his body as she drank in the comfort he was offering her. He was trying to be patient and not letting himself get sidetracked. She was so lovely that it wasn’t easy.

He felt her arms snake up around his neck and pull on him. Looking down, he saw her upturned face as her eyes twinkled at him.

“Kiss, please, Sir?” She begged.

He kissed her. It was soft at first, but she wasn’t wanting tenderness after the first few seconds. Her tongue was a devious creature as she tangled it with his and their kiss became more…much more.

She was wearing her usual thin t-shirt and tiny panties or underpants as she called them. She’d been waiting for him to come to her tonight as he always did before she would go to bed. Her lips moved from his to suck on his earlobe and then nibble lightly.

He growled softly and she giggled.

“Please, Sir, may I have a spanking?” She begged in a whisper to his ear.

“Love, you don’t have to…” He began.

“Sir.” She said in the tone that meant she would not tolerate being interrupted. “We both know where your hands wanted to go earlier. We both know you were valiant in only comforting me and not arousing me as you easily could have.”

He chuckled.

“You know you can turn me on with a touch, a word, or a command, Sir, but you comforted me…again…over another man even who is indeed a fool for leaving me with no word for months.” She reached behind her to moves his hands down over her ass.

He squeezed and she shivered under his touch. “Mine.” He whispered.

She nodded. “Yours…all yours, Sir. So I will beg again…please, please, give me a spanking? A nice hard and sharp one, please?” Her eyes bored into his.

He nodded and led her to the side of her bed.

Over his lap, she deftly went and left it to him to unwrap her bottom of its lacy wrappings. He spanked her some good warm-up first and then took the underpants down. She kicked them off with practiced ease.

“Proper position.” He told her.

“Yes, Sir.” She murmured.

Toes pointed, legs stretched, ass arched, hands on the floor to anchor herself. She was a very good girl and had learned quickly. He then began to spank her in earnest.

Her sniffles came first, followed by a slight squirming, then the first sob. She was very aware he was a sadist and enjoyed what he was doing to her. He knew she was not a masochist but did this solely because it pleased him. To date, he had never used anything but his hand on her bottom. Although she had recently offered to try the belt. She tried so hard to please him.

Her head hung down now as the sobs weren’t stopping. Her body had submitted to him and he knew he was done for tonight. Pivoting slightly, he rolled her onto the bed.

Her eyes found his and she looked confused.

“Spread.” He said, simply.

She obeyed and spread her legs apart. Her eyes followed him as he crawled up onto the bed. He was still dressed so she was more than a little curious. It wasn’t until he began to shift downward that her eyes widened.

“Oh, Sir.” She breathed.

“Shh…no words…only sounds.” He warned her.

She nodded as she bit her lower lip.

His tongue went to work against her smooth labia. She preferred to be shaved and he was getting used to it. It was nice to not have hair in his teeth. She was around a lot of other women who would question why she was letting her pubic hair grow now. She had her secrets, too.

She moaned and writhed as he dug deeper into her soft, drenched, soft tissues. He didn’t forget her clit which he would tick with the tip of his tongue as she giggled and gasped simultaneously.

Her hands were in his hair as he drove her closer to the edge.

“Please…oh please, Sir. May I come, pretty please?” She begged in a hoarse whisper.

She’d never begged to come before him and it had been a very mind-blowing experience for her the first time he’d told her the rule. She’d followed it with some hesitance but the power of her orgasm later showed her he was right.

She’d even learned to edge herself for his enjoyment when they didn’t have time to do more than that.

“No.” He told her.

Her fingers grasped his hair harder but she didn’t argue or complain. She whimpered. Now, it was a point of contention, sort of, between them. He said she whimpered because she knew it would please him to hear her. She was adamant that she had no choice in the matter and pleasing him was just a nice side benefit for him.

He honestly didn’t care. It was sweet music to his ears as he dug deeper and faster with his tongue to torture her even more.

A soft sob broke out as she begged once more with some tears added to it this time.

He told her yes this time and her thighs hugged his head as her body bucked and she wriggled like bacon on a hot pan. His exhalations of Ohs and Ahhs and Oh Gods were all mashed together as she came hard under him.

She lay there for a moment as he suckled on her nipples. Her fingers brushed through his hair much more tenderly now. Her breathing became somewhat normal.

He didn’t even have to say anything before she began to roll over onto her stomach. Her head went down onto the pillow as her knees came under her hips to raise her bottom high into the air.

She was so good at self-lubricating that he’d never needed to use artificial lube. He unzipped and got his cock free and his clothes down to his knees as he knelt behind her.

He dipped his dick inside her sopping pussy until it was good and drenched. His thumb also rubbed along it to then apply some of it around her anus.

She moaned as he rimmed her. She’d never been ridden before either before him but now knew she loved it almost more than vaginal sex. Her bottom was still a dark red from her spanking as he pushed his head past her tight entrance.

She shifted back and relaxed as he’d taught her to begin accepting all of him. Soon, his balls were against her ass cheeks. Tossing her ginger hair back to him to use as reins, she accepted it was time to begin galloping.

He took her deep and long and didn’t hurry himself as he enjoyed the feel of her rounded ass smacking against his pelvis. She groaned and whimpered as she began to get close to climax once more.

By prior agreement, she didn’t have to beg to come from this position. If she did then she did. This was for him to come more than her. He did try to time so they did it together. It usually worked.

It was working this time as her sweet submissiveness in asking to be spanked, her darling honesty in knowing what he wanted, and his growing, deep affection and even love of her mixed together to drive him past the brink quicker than usual.

He smacked her ass once to warn her and then he unloaded inside of her. It was so powerful that it was almost painful. Closing his eyes, he felt her insides tighten against him as if milking the last drops they could. She shifted up a little so he could reach her breasts which he cupped and squeezed as the climax began to wane.

Both of them were gasping as he fell onto her.

“Th-th-thank you, Sssir.” She hissed softly as breathing was still difficult.

He laughed silently. “Thanks be to you, Sweet Sassa.” His pet name for her. He knew her real name as she knew his but they didn’t use them. Here and now they were Sassa and Master Jon. It worked well for them.

“Mmm…no, Sir. I thank you and I will not sleep alone tonight. I will feel you with me.” She glanced back at him with a sexy, impish grin. “On my stomach, of course.”

He withdrew from her and smacked her ass sharply. “Good. It’s how well-used subbies should sleep every night.”

“Mmm..” She nodded. “This one does very often and loves it…and…you, Sir.” Her eyes held the truth of the statement. She didn’t say it often but he knew it was there just as she knew how he felt.

“And I love you for it. Sweet dreams, Sassa.” He leaned down to kiss her as she arched her face to him. He was getting dressed again and made to put the sheet over her.

“No, Sir. I don’t need that yet. I’m plenty warm. I have you inside me to keep me that way for a while.” She smiled.

He knew she’d get up sometime later in the night to take care of things and clean but she preferred to just slip into sleep right after their trysts.

It wouldn’t do for him to be still here when she awoke. She had a very busy and somewhat classified schedule. Even he was not privy to all she was a part of, but she loved him all the more for believing her and trusting her enough to not pry.

“Night, my Sassa.” He whispered.

“Night, Sir. Sleep well and dream of ginger women.” She told him.

“Not just you?” He teased.

She glanced back at him with a wicked look in her eye. “I know you better, Sir. I don’t change my statement.”

He laughed as he saw her fall asleep.

It was so good what they had. Did it matter that there were five thousand or more miles between them? It did not.

He closed his laptop.