AI art by my dear Sassa. Made for me today and inspired the story. I’m a very lucky fellow to have such a lovely “friend.”

He knocked on her door.

It was a very humble little place with some gardening around it.  It pleased him to think of her doing such mundane things as weeding, watering, and other tasks.  He knew she did so, usually topless and sometimes completely bare.  Sassa was not a prude.

She opened the door, and her face erupted into a warm, inviting smile.

“Hello, Sir.  I’m ready?” She grinned.

He looked at her as if it were the first time.

She was a Ginger down to her roots.  Her green eyes flashed with her moods, and he’d seen a lot of them.  Technically, she wasn’t in the Lifestyle, but she was his, and left him with no doubts that she took it seriously.  She wore a long, slinky dress with a hip-high slit.  

“Are you?” He raised an eyebrow.

She smiled wider and reached down with her right hand to nudge the slit over and show her bare, beautiful pussy for him.  “I am, Sir.  It’s only the dress and me as required.” She bowed her head slightly.

Her submission to him was so intoxicating because of who and what she was.  Sassa was a dangerous young woman.  Her work included topics that inspired movies and TV shows.  She wasn’t supposed to tell him any of it, but she still did.  She especially needed him tonight, after a very stressful project had come to a close.

“Good girl.” He held out his hand and she took it.

Good girl that she was, she made sure to show a nice, clear view of herself as he seated her in the car before going around to the driver’s side.  She’d scooted over closer to him and parted her dress to her hips for easy access.

As he drove off, his right hand reached over and between her thighs to begin petting her warm, wet labia.  She softly moaned and arched under his touch.

“I’ve missed you, Sir.” She rasped.

“And I, you, my Sassa.” He nodded.

“I am….” She moaned.  “I am…your Sassa, Sir Grey.”

“I know.” He answered because he did.

Sassa had her admirers and lovers, but somehow, for some reason, she and he had connected.  Their relationship had been ongoing in its way for nearly a year now.  None of her other men knew just how deeply she did belong to Grey and just how kinky it was, too.  

Her first time begging to cum had been with him, and it had blown her mind at the power exchange.  She loved it and had craved more of it.  He happily gave it to her.  She was no masochist but sweetly knew and allowed she’d be spanked sometime tonight and perhaps more than once.

Grey was old enough to be any of her actual male authority figures in a family situation.  She was, by far, the youngest woman he had ever played with.  She might be young in years, but in experience, she was older than many other women he had known.

Sassa was delighted when he took her clubbing.  It would wear him out a bit, but it was the price you paid for owning a young woman.  He would sway on the dance floor while she gyrated and rubbed and generally made all the males and some of the females wish they were Grey.  Sassa was very agile and flexible.

“What are you thinking, Sir?” She growled at him during one such dance on the floor.  Her eyes showed she knew what he was thinking.

“Mmm…deciding if I want to share your body with the others here or not.” He grinned.

Sassa raised both eyebrows.  “You know I would…just give me the word.”

“I know.” He breathed in the rush of knowing that if he said “Strip,” then she’d be bare in seconds and not skip a beat.  “What the hell? Strip.”

Sassa giggled and wriggled out of her dress to let it fall to the floor.  Her dancing became more personal now as she made love to him with her body.  His hands rested on her waist as she pressed her lovely ass into his crotch.  

She was good at selling it with squeals and moans.  Grey was so hard now that it hurt.  Sassa’s eyes smoldered, showing she knew what she was doing to him.  A small circle had formed around them, allowing more people to watch her, and he didn’t blame them.  He enjoyed showing her off, and she enjoyed being shown off.

The music changed, and he snapped his fingers at the dress on the floor.

Sassa nodded and put it on once more as they made their way to their table.

“Good girl.” He murmured.

She blew out a breath and smiled.  “Thank you, Sir.  Thank you for showing me off, too.”

“My pleasure.” He replied.

Her eyes flashed.  “I know it was… and is…may I be of assistance with that, Sir?” She licked her lips slowly.  Her invitation was clear.

“Are you begging to?” He asked with a wicked leer.

“I am, Sir.  Please, may I take you in my mouth?” She asked.

“Mmmhmm.” He nodded.

She slid from her chair, and he felt her deftly undo him, then free his throbbing cock.  The girl was very good at this and had no gag reflex.  His hand went into her hair and guided her as she bobbed on him.  Soft moans vibrated to him from her mouth.

Every once in a while, he’d tug her so she was nosedeep into his pelvis.  She didn’t fight it but melted into it.  She liked being forced, being taken, being bereft of all thoughts except pleasing him.

He tapped the back of her head, and she nodded.  He came hard and long as she sucked him dry.  He closed his eyes and reveled in being blown by such a beautiful young woman in such a public setting.

She had him cleaned and back together before she rose onto her chair again.  Her face was flushed, and her eyes shone with feral delight.  “Thank you, Sir.” She told him.

“You’re welcome.” He nodded.  “I think it’s time to go to my room.”

She slowly nodded, and they left.

He always stayed at one of the nicer hotels in the area.  English was well-known, so there was no language barrier.  He recognized some Dutch words, mostly from his association with Sassa, but he’d be lost trying to communicate more than the basics.

Up in the room, he’d called for some snacks and cold water drinks to be delivered.  They would both need hydration and protein.  The door closed, and he told her to strip once more, then sit on the bed. 

“Yes, Sir.” She complied and waited for him.

Once again, he enjoyed drinking in just how gorgeous she was, and here she was naked with thighs parted for him.  She could do fashion covers with no trouble at all.  The why-him part of this was something he’d learned to let go of a while ago.  Women chose who they wanted.  It was as simple as that.

Her eyes widened as he dropped to his knees, and her breath caught when his kisses began at her inner thighs and then feasted deeply into her core.  Her hands went into his hair as her thighs hugged his head.  Her legs went over his shoulders and crossed at the ankles.  

“Mine.” She whispered as she held him prisoner.  

He nodded.  “Yes.”  It was all he needed to give her.  

Sassa gave him her submission and obedience, but became something altogether wilder when he gave himself to her, too.  It meant so much to her.  She knew she’d still need to beg for each orgasm, but she loved doing so.

After three long orgasms, she lay back on the bed.

“Damn, Sir.  Just…damn.” She gasped.

He laughed and got up.  Room Service had placed the rolling table outside the door.  Trust the Dutch to be discreet about these things.  He was still in his slacks, so he opened the door and brought it inside.

Breaking open one water for him and one for her, he came back to bed.

“Thank you.” She whispered and took a nice drink.  Pouring a little bit down her breasts, she shivered and arched.  “Are you sure you don’t mind them?” She asked for the hundredth time.

He laughed.  Sassa was well aware that his other women had much larger breasts than hers.  She just wasn’t built that way.  She was more of a thoroughbred or an athlete than a buxom woman.  Mind?  

“I love you and your body.  All of it.  Haven’t I proved that enough?” He leaned back on the headboard.

She moved around to straddle his thighs.  Soft kisses on each side of his neck, her fingers played with his chest muscles.  “You have, Sir.” She answered absently.  “A girl still likes to know.”

His hands came up to cup her modest but perky breasts.  “Then know I love them.  You should have paintings or statues made of your perfect form, Sassa.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She teased.  “A painting for your apartment back home?”

“You know I would.” He replied.  

Sassa had to be very careful about her image being seen anywhere.  It was why he’d only ever seen approximations of her looks online through AI.  AI hadn’t done her proper justice either.

“I’ll think about it.” She finally said.

“Good.” He didn’t push.  She’d said it before.

Without a word, she moved and placed herself over his thighs with her ass arched into the air.  

“Please, Sir.  Give me a good spanking?” She begged.

“I’m going to go to tears tonight.” He warned her.

“I know…I…I need that so very badly, Sir.” She whispered.

He knew she did.

His hand began to slap her firm, rounded ass.  Sassa worked hard at dance and gymnastics, so her bottom was a spanker’s dream.  He warmed her up slowly but then got serious.  

Halfway through, he heard her begin to cry softly.  Her right arm sneaked behind her in a request for him to hold her down.  He grasped and then turned on the real heat.

Sassa was soon sobbing into the sheets as he spanked her as hard as he could.  He was a very thuddy spanker and had been told numerous times that his hand was worse than a lot of paddles.  

Pausing, he asked, “Enough?”

She shook her head.  “Noooo…please….”

He spanked her further, then went down to her upper thighs.  Her shrieks grew in volume, and she wriggled now but held her place. There were two little white areas, one on each ass cheek, that were starting to form.  She’d have bruises tomorrow.  

He called it since she could no longer.  It had been enough.  His hands began to knead, rub, and fondle as she quieted down a little.  Her eyes glanced back at him a couple of times.

“Come here.” He whispered.

She turned to straddle him once more, but this time her arms went around his neck to hug him tightly.  New, fresh tears came now, and he held her through another storm of them.  He’d held a lot of women just like this for just this reason.

Slowly, she returned to herself.

“Feeling better?” He asked as he stroked her bare back.

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.  Very much so.  You were right…of course.”

He’d told her she would need a stress spanking after this last assignment.  She hadn’t argued but said she would entertain the idea.  

“Guess that means more spankings more often.” He teased.

She giggled.  “Like you mind?” She pulled back and looked deep into his eyes, and he looked into hers.

They stayed like that for a few seconds longer than needed.  They both knew what was behind the other’s eyes and still embraced them.  Her kiss started soft, then grew deeper and hungrier.  Her hands went down to begin undoing his slacks.

She mounted him and groaned into his mouth as he impaled her on his cock.  “May I drive, Sir?” She begged.

He nodded and scooted until she was definitely riding him.  “I know you have some control issues.” He teased her.

Her eyes blazed.  “I have issues?  Me?”  She grew faster and harder with her thrusts until it felt like she would tear him off at the base. 

He groaned at her wanton, wicked way with him.  “Y-y-y-yesss…you.”

Sassa took his arms and put them above his head.  “Do I now?” She fucked his brains out for the next few minutes while he let her have her way with him.  

Grey knew he didn’t need to, but he also knew she loved that he was strong enough to let her drive once in a while.  He came hard once more, and she did twice more without asking permission this time.  It fit the situation.

Her head rested on his chest, and his hands cupped her ass.  

“May I…mark you, Sir?” She whispered as she kissed between his pectorals.

“In the middle?” He asked.

She nodded.  “I know the left is Fey’s and the right is Rey’s.”

“You’d like me wearing a mark from you?” He asked.

“Very much so, Sir.” She growled softly.

“Yes, you may.” He told her.

She went to work and pulled a groan of pain from him as she sucked hard and bit.  Stopping, she eyed her handiwork and laughed.  “Perfect.”  She was grinning like a little kid.  Right now, she didn’t look anywhere near legal enough to have in his bed.

“Look.” She pointed to where she’d been.

He sat up enough to see.  There was a dark red, heart-shaped marking on her mouth.

“You have my heart, Sir.” She whispered, then looked up at him.

He knew it was very accurate, and she meant him to know that.  This was a girl who guarded her heart and her feelings so carefully but had allowed him inside and was giving him the keys to her soul.  

“I have and always will treasure it.” He placed his hand over the mark, and she kissed the back of his hand.

After some more long kissing, fondling, and another, much lighter, spanking, she begged to go.  Her time was not her own, and she had to be somewhere very early in the morning.  She would get a taxi home.

He began to rise from the bed.

“No, Sir.  Stay there…rest.  Your age and all.” She teased him, then eluded his grasp as he tried to pull her back for another spanking.

“Good luck.” He told her faintly.

She shrugged and smiled.  “Thanks.  I won’t need it but…I like you thinking of me and wishing it anyway.  Take care, my love.” She leaned down to kiss him once more, and it was soft, tender, and full of emotion.  

He made no move to hold her or hold the kiss.  It was time for her to return to her previous life.  She’d given him all of her submissive self she could.  It was always plenty.